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I'm Not Quitting My Day Job
Well, quite a few of you sent me nice notes this week over a few of my e-mails. One person sad they laughed so hard they spit up coffee. Another had to be reminded there was a funeral going on in the next room, so stop laughing. Another suggested I do stand up. And another sent me a cryptic note with LMAO attached. Thank God for 14 year old sons who know every letter combination invented. (Laughed My A** Of-if you were wondering.) Glad he knew what it meant because I spent most of my lunch checking every stock exchange in the world. I had a limit order placed in the Ireland Stock Exchange for Leprechauns Music And Organs LTD.
Any who, I am glad you all appreciate my pain. Today we had a meeting with our main contractor to finally get some satisfaction on a portion of the job they totally messed up. Well, we showed him. He is going to do it over, do it right and it will only take another three more weeks, but he did not get away with anything as we are paying him more then he quoted on the job. So take that. You don't mess around with the Crone Man. That's what I'm talking about.
I actually got caught up on few things today at work, had a doctors appointment which had me drive across town so the doc could ask me how the house project was going. He told me my blood pressure was slightly elevated. Mmmmm. Imagine that. He takes me away from a fun day visiting with my contractors, has me drive 30 minutes away from my office, fight traffic, go to his office near a retirement community where really old people leave there home, put their car in gear, and they don't stop until they hit the side of the Macy's store at the Mall,
and he wonders why my diastolic is up a couple points. Mmmm. Imagine that. He does like me though. At 54, I am his youngest patient. I have been in his lobby waiting, reading the paper and seen people sitting in the lobby and actually seen their picture in the Obituaries from that morning. He likes it when he says take a deep breath and I can, or when he is done examining my joints and he says sit up and he does not have to help.
After visiting Doc, I made it back to the office and almost got caught up with e-mails. Yes MaryKate I will get you your answer about dive training soon I promise. (Sorry, it's late and did not want to send out a separate e-mail.) My Aunt Kay was excited about me using her name in the e-mail last night so I thought I'd make her happy by mentioning her two nights in a row. She informed me her knee surgery went well. Good news. For some reason I sent her a note about e-mail in the day's of Lazurus. I though you might enjoy it. Now imagine if they had e-mail way back about the year 30. Here might be a note to Lazurus:
"Laz, its your buddy Brian. I was scoping out FaceScroll and saw the news. Don't know who this Christ guy is, but heard he threw a heck of a party in Bethany with tonnes of loaves, fish, and wine. Bringing ya back from the dead, for real dude? I'll bet you were just wasted, huh? Will this guy be touring neat Bethphage any time soon as I have been struggling with my eyesight? Best to ya, Brian."
Ok time to get to work as there was some news in the market today
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