Cheer up, maybe Da Pimp will drop by today. Oh Joy!
I'm fine, Bubba. No, don't need him today. Thanks.
Dealing with the public can be VERY daunting that's for sure. I hope your sadness is in the form of feeling sad that you have to share your oxygen with some of the gene pool that is stuck in the shallow end!! :)Cheer up Stephen :D
Oh, I'm fine. That's why I wrote it isn't personal, I just get sick of hearing about other folks problems. I've enough of mine own to deal with of late. Thanks, my friend.
dear sweet one - sometimes dealing with the public can have a real toll. sometimes they are idiots that you want to smack but sometimes they are earnest, hard-working folk who just can't cut a break. and like swamp dog said, maybe da Pimp will stop in today - bahahahahahah!your friend,kymber
I've dealt with the public just shy of thirty years. Nothing surprises me anymore..and I never know what will walk through my door. Thanks, sweet girl.
I have nothing to add.HOWEVER....in other news.....I did save a ton of money by switching to Gieco.
Good 'ole Gieco...thanks, Warlock.
Dealing with the public is tough. I haven't had to for years, but I remember. That's one reason I'm nice to those who have to. Also tip well for the same reason. Remember, it's bad business to shoot the customers, even when they deserve it.
I've come awful close to shooting a couple...Thanks, my friend.
It's okay - you're among friends.
It's nice to know too. Some days I just need to sit back and mellow out. When you have three of the first four walk in and dump all their problems in your lap it sure can give a fellow a headache. Thanks, Reverend.
Cheer up just think about kymber out working in her yard and tanning..:)) When we would stop to see my Grandma, her second husband would always turn the conversion towards him. Even if we were talking about anyone other then him. he would start talking about his aches n pains or his grand kids.
Thanks, Rob. kymber tanning....hum.
It's hard to keep your self on the positive side. When others like being so negative. They may see you as some one that they can unload all of the bad stuff in their lives on, and, maybe expect you to have all the answers.If you put a smile on your face for the day. People wonder what your up too.
I'm kinda like the bar tender. Poor guys. I've a smile, really. Then again, Sweet Wife said my smile scares people...
That's why I am so glad I retired as a payroll manager - could NOT stand to deal with people anymore. My chickens are a heck of a lot nicer, anyway ... Bok! Bok!
Phyllis, I'd love to have a few chickens....oh, I wish. I'm a country boy stuck in a city. Roots sunk deep. I passed up twenty-four acres, a home, outbuildings, a year round creek with fenced pasture and woods just because my wife didn't want to leave behind our family...which I understand. I could have sold my present home and paid cash for the Montana holdings and banked cash, during the market of those days. Now, stuck. Thanks, my friend.
Just so you know: chickens poop and poop and poop. And then after you clean it all up, they poop some more! :o)
Dearest Stephen,I have the ultimate answer that will make your day! I dropped a vaporizer laser gun in the over night mail for you. When you've had enough of the person or the crap, just vaporizer them......BAZINGA!!!!!!Sometimes humor helps to get you through the day. I've really wished these guns were available so I could zap a few people, :-)
I await with baited breath for my new vaporizer...I want a black tactical-cool model. Thanks, my sweet Sandy.
Stephen...the photo said it all. After a lifetime of depression and sadness, I decided to let go of the perpetual darkness and actually bring it into the light - starting today - on my blog. I hope it ends up being therapeutic, because just writing about it made me go all gnarly inside....Check your TV listings. That always helps ME.
You know, I took your advice and hit Netflex this afternoon and watched a Tom Selleck movie, one of the Jesse Stone series. It sure felt good to just zone out. Thanks, my sweet friend.
At least you don't look like me. Old, wrinkly, fat, bald,drool running down the corner of my mouth. cheer up! Brother.the rat
there is an "app" for that.....
Mohave...who says he DOESN'T look like that? Sometimes a little drooling looks quite...uh...attractive.
Mojave, very true...I am quite handsome....Still searching for the app....I say I don't look like that...and I don't drool and bet Mojave doesn't either.
I've heard, it helps to picture them in their under pants...;)
Great idea. Then again, they're hairlegged dudes...nah.
The public will do that to you. I think the depression sets in when you realize they are out there voting. :(
I've never understood why these people think they have a right to vote...oh well. Thanks, my friend.
Yikes, we've all had "those" days. Hope is is looking chipper tomorrow.
Rose, so far so good. My friend Duke just left. He always puts me in a good mood. Thanks, dear lady.
I'm waiting for the husband to finish field dressing another hog and thought I'd drop by to see what you've been up to. I'm sorry to hear that you're sad. My brain immediately jumps to find! a! solution!!! but I temper it, because you may not need or want suggestions but maybe just letting you know that people want to help you feel better will be somewhat uplifting.The hog's on the counter awaiting my knives so I must sign off, but I hope your tomorrow is less sad.
Ah, bacon. Thanks, my nice friend.