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A Mans Meal

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About two or three nights a month I have to do audits and resets overnight.  I hate working third shift.  I’m very thankful that I don’t have to do it all the time unlike so many of my co-workers.  It should really be outlawed.  Nobody should have to work overnight.  It ruins your life.  I did it years ago, when I was in my early twenties.  I found it literally impossible to lead any sort of normal life while working third.  It even messes up the weekends.

The guys I work with are nice though, so the time goes by a lot faster.  We had a new guy from another team helping us last night, but we all got along like old school mates.  About 1:00AM, we went to lunch, supper, or whatever you want to call a meal at that time of the night.  We ended up going to the only restaurant open.

I’m a health nut for the most part.  I only allow healthy food in my house.  However, every once in a while I’ll have something unhealthy to balance things out a wee bit.  So, us guys sat down at the counter and started ordering our meals.  The older blokes ordered breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, and grits.  I, on the other hand, ordered hash browns all the way.  This consist of shredded potatoes, diced tomatoes, cheese, cured ham, bell peppers, portabella mushrooms, jalapeno peppers, and a spicy chilli.  It taste better than it looks.

After a few minutes, the waitress brought over our food.  The new guys eyes enlarged to the size of saucers, as she laid the plate of what looked like steamy mush down in front of me. 

“What the hell is that?  He enquired while staring in disbelief. 

“This is a mans meal”, I laughingly uttered whilst pouring hot sauce over the top of the mush.

“Good God man, your’ stomach will explode if you eat that.”  He said with a sincere tone.

"I laughed, and said, “Nah, you just have to have an iron stomach like me in order to enjoy it”.

“You Mexican er somethin’?”

“Nope, I inherited the stomach of steel from my Cherokee ancestors.”

He sat there and watched me clean my plate in disbelief.  I explained later that I don’t eat that garbage everyday.  Such a venture would clog anyone’s veins.  I came home this morning and had a proper bowl of oatmeal and two cups of Irish Breakfast Tea.  I may have the eyes of a bat, but I’ve got the stomach of a swine.  :)

Steel Toed IT Crusade

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If the first day of 2009 was any indication of the rest of the year, it should be a blast.  I woke up with one heck of a katzenjammer.  I went to my grandmothers for our traditional New Year’s lunch.  We had collards, black-eyed peas, ham, cornbread, chow chow, fatback, and enough Earl Grey to drown a pig. 

After our extended lunch, I taught my Uncle how to take really good pictures with his new camera.  I also tuned up his new laptop so that it would run more efficiently.  We babbled for hours about all sorts of subjects.

Later that evening, I went to the store to pick up some essential ingredients for supper.  As I made my way out the exit, I discovered a young man and woman arguing.  I didn’t pay it any attention until the bloke started man handling his girlfriend.  I told him that I’d stick my steel toed boot so far up his backside that he’d be spitting out lead for a week, if he pushed her again.  (I have a very low tolerance for men hitting women.)

The guy looked me up and down then apologised to the girl.  From what I understood, she hadn’t called him in a few days, so he came to her work and demanded to know why she was ignoring him.  He let his emotions get out of hand.  The manager came out and wanted to know what the heck was going on.  The guy was banished from the property.  I left victoriously but kind of felt bad for the guy, for I know what it is like to be blown off.

As soon as I arrived home, my cousin called and wanted me to come over and work on his computer.  So, I grabbed my gear and headed to his house.  We worked on the PC and talked about skirts (women) ‘til 1AM this morning.  It was an interesting day! 

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An Oedipus Fuss

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I had to go shoe shopping today.  I hate shopping for shoes!  It’s a royal pain because I have one foot longer than the other.  So, I have to buy shoes that are snug for one foot and tight on the other.  It all works out in the end. 

After scribing a few pieces of corner moulding this morning, I headed down to the local shoe shop.  I was looking for hiking boots.  It took me a while to find some that I was happy with.  So, a man in his mid twenties came over and asked if he could be of any help.

“Can I help you, sir?”

“No, thank you.”

“You’ve been back here for a while, so I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t need any help”, he said whilst sorting the inventory of shoe boxes.

“Ah well, you can just call me Oedipus”, I laughingly announced.

“Edipuss?”

“Oedipus, the king.  A play written by Sophocles.  Anyway, Oedipus means swollen foot.”

“Huh?”

“I have one foot bigger than they other”, I muttered, as the young  man looked even more perplexed.

“Oh…….Cool!”

Anyhow, I talked to him about college.  He said that he’d think about going back to school.  I told him that with education comes freedom to go where one wishes to go and accomplish what one wants to accomplish. 

I had to read Oedipus the King in 8th grade, I believe.  At college, I did an in-depth paper on Oedipus.  I don’t understand why any kid over the age of 10 doesn’t know about Sophocles. 

Now, I’m trampling around in a steel toed size 10(EU44) boot!  Don’t mess with Davis.  ;)