Things are going great as of right now on the homefront. The mobile home is officially ours, and we've begun working on the yard and some work on the house, as well as moving in a bit. Pictures to come once I get the yard under control, you guys don't wanna see what's become of the plants and trees after going untrimmed for 20 years.
Lynn and I are doing great, getting ready to celebrate our second Mother's Day together, which is always an organized mess of who goes where with who and when, but hey, that's what life is I reckon.
iPhone 2.0 is gonna be sweet, AT&T might drop the price on the 1.0 mecha low when it comes out, and the Cyclone over seas death toll has been raised to 22,000 people, so I guess it's a mixed week for news. By comparison sake, Katrina killed less than 5,000. Way less.
I got written up at Work the other day. Heh. Let me explain. It's like this. I'm minding my own business, doing some minor Photoshop retouches to this little underage hottie's pictures for her graduation invitation, and my fellow ImPress associate is watching me because her to PhotoShop is as Ray Charles to a vision chart, if you catch my drift, but none the less she is eager to learn and wanted to see what was going on. So Greg, my kind hearted and well meaning but mostly ineffective Key Carrying Sup, who may very well be a highly functioning Retard, decides to wander over and dispense the justice. Now, I barely listen to him on a good day, let alone when I'm busy working on the computer, so all I really heard, and mind you we're on the sales floor and no witness Manager was present for the discussion, was one of you needs to be whiping down the counters or doing ink refills or sweeping or emptying the trash instead of wasting company time, followed by a back and forth between him and Amanada, and then the phrase that snapped my attention back, "This is not a discussion, that was an order." It was at this point that I realised the entirety of what he just said, and I glanced at the customer standing next to us giving me one of those "I'm sorry, I didn't realise that my baby girl's graduation invites, something that only happens once in her life and will be remembered by everyone in attendance, was an inconvienience to your company." looks, aka the "Is dat nigga crazy!?!?" look. So, naturally, being the asshole that I am I chose to get on the radio and go "Hey Greg?" and he looks over his shoulder at this point, "If you ever pull something like that on the sales floor again, let alone in front of a guest I'm working with, you'll be stumbling through Photoshop for the rest of the night, because I'll be out of here."
Turns out he considers that Gross Insubordination, but whatever, he got down and dirty for improperly conducting a discussion, and then threatening to terminate me without clearing it with HR. Turns out I'm more familiar with the rules and regulations, and the District Manager's phone number, than he is.
Other than that, not a whole lot going on in the world of Downey.
Peace kids.
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