I've had it with all of you, and your fucking shit. I'm outta here.

*smirk*

No wait, just joshing. Actually what is over is my insane double overtime schedule. After one year, four months, and twenty-eight days, exactly...I'm down to one job, and a forty hour work week. I can't believe I fucking survived 72.5 hours a week, for that many weeks, and I didn't call off either job even once.

I'm fucking insane. But. I've obviously come to my senses.

*grins*

Today I worked my last day at the shop. I'm still employed there (ahh, shutup) but only to do the financials, so a couple of hours a week, tops. Tuesday overnight, otherwise known as Tunesday, will be my last shift at the lab. Surgery next Thursday, convalescence, convalescence, much porn read, minor snarking at being laid up, lots of online activity out of sheer boredom and the lack to find anything interesting on the 800 channels on the tv. Jan 21, then, it's back to the grind, only it's not such a grind anymore.

I don't know what I'll do with myself, really.

Anyway, I've recently met (forced myself on) some new folks around these parts, and I hope to get to know them better during my time down. For those I know well, I am most positive you'll be well sick of me by the new year. I don't do idle very well, as you might suspect.

Andy? I guess I'm out of the brotherhood...*winks* Oh, and damn straight jealous of your latest Zico adventure. I'm just saying.

So. Now I quit smoking. Won't that be fabulous. I'll try not to rip anyones head off, but I'm not making any promises.

7 days and a wakeup. I think I'm freaking out.

Hank

Do not, I repeat, do not, in preparation for time off (trip/sx recovery/rehab/whatever) order books that you truly and desperately want to read and have them delivered in such a timely fashion as to have arrived TWO WEEKS before you really should be looking at them.

These things need to last...at least until my third or fourth week out.

Fuck!

Aye, well. At least Mr. Benson didn't arrive today. I don't know that I'd have the strength to resist quite honestly. *laughs* Evidently I need a fix after these past two weeks of training my replacements. Oh. Yes. Fix.

Sir Hank

Thanks to mad kevin, everyone should enjoy this...

http://www.dedge.com/flash/hangman/hangman.swf

I'm just saying. It's kind of like finding that almost perfect Greek restaurant on an atypical Sunday outing.

Hank

I kind of dig this one, so I stoled it.

Recommend to me, and tell me why, please.

1. A movie
2. A book
3. A CD
4. An LJ user not on my friends list
5. A website
6. Something to do in the next two months

Papa Hank

That means there are 50 days til the surgery, and 103 days to the FT job at the lab.

I was up to my ears in it today. I actually worked at the shop, instead of fucking off like I would normally do. Yes. Today I earned my keep. However, that means I am behind in all my socializing. A true travesty.

So I went into the lab this morning. My work day starts in the middle of their lunch break. I arrive, enter the lunch room and stand there, solemnly. People start to pay attention, someone asks me...What?

I say, I'm quiting. I'm done. I've had enough, I've gone too far. They've driven me beyond my sanity. It's time. My replacement starts Nov. 1. And I basically snowed them, even the ones that knew the plan were unsure for a moment. Thought I might really be leaving. *snicker* Po' kids. I got S later because, god fucking love her, she is so gullible and she really, truly believed it. Got totally flustered. Lastly I got the Dragon Lady, told her she'd hurt my feelings one too many times and that I just couldn't take it anymore, she was so mean. Then after she bought it hook, line and sinker I told her I'd be back full time the third week in January and that she better watch it because I was gunning for her job.

(Mind you, this is a woman who can look at a blood smear under a microscope and can tell you not only what kind of animal it is, but also it's sex, and if it's a dog, it's breed....FROM BLOOD CELLS!)

Yeah, so her job's fairly safe. but. I'm going to be a scientist. Who would have thunk that in a million years? And some time from now, for some reason, some way, I am going to our lab in Germany. I will it.

Anywhore...(as one of my favorite authors likes to say)...I can't catch up with my social circle until tomorrow. So sad. Except for this, of course.

Papa Hank
~oh shit, it's Wednesday...changes icon~

32 Random Things About Yourself...

post them in response here, and if this shows up on your LJ I'll return the favor.

( Qweschuns )

Hankster

I wanna be this guy...




In the alternative of growing up to be that guy, I'd be fairly happy with bending that guy over and laying down a decent fucking. He's French*, we can work it out.

In other news...I'm sick. Evidently Rockfic Assville also carried some sort of virus. Scratchy throat for two days turns into the feelings of a head cold, congestion, snot. It better fucking stop right now. Arrested development! Great. Like I've got time to be sick right now? Please.

Eight weeks from today is surgery day. So I've got another 8 fucking weeks of double duty, triple time obligation. I have plenty of time to get sick after that, and thank you.

Hank

*Before you lay into me about the French thing, this is an opinion of my own experience. The wildest lover/fucker I ever had, I had on a 3 week trip to the French Riviera (gorgeous by the way) and he was the bus driver. So. Yeah. It's my opinion.

Elwood, et al, will be surgically removed on Thur., Nov. 29th. It's official. Except for the standard blood work and assorted reams of paperwork I'll be going into surgery the morning of 29.11 And the crowd says, Amen and get the fuck out.

BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR THE ELWOOD AND HIS HAMPSTERETTES!

( In other equally important news )

So. Yeah. Great things are happening over here and it seems to me that I am getting everything I've ever wanted for a long, long time. Energy is an interesting beast, and I think I'm in love with it on some level. Nothing better for a lesson to drive home than a little bit of proof.

The Hank

Went and got secondary pictures of Elwood and the Hampsterettes* last week.

( They )

The universe seems to be unfolding in a particularly interesting pattern right now...and Elwood seems to be right on the front lines. It will be interesting to watch the upcoming events, surgery aside, because from here it doesn't look like it could be any better lined. We'll see.

First. Let's cut open my stomach...see what's inside.

Hank

*Hampsterettes. Yes. Well, my manager at the lab, aka Lizard. She thinks she's funny. She likes to envision Elwood's relatives as hampsters, in fishnets, doing the Can-Can. Which can sometimes be what it feels like when they are up to bothering me. She's mean, as you can well tell...

*laughs*

don't know why I work there.