racer96's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pockets. I think I told you guys how I burnt my hand last friday. I can't remember if I actually did, or if I just think I did. Not burn my hand, that I know, and have proof, but the whole telling you about it part. Either way, you now know that I burnt my hand. It's now turned into a quite ugly scabby scar on the back of my hand. The worst part about it though, is that I can no longer use my pockets in my pants. (For the benefit of the european readers, when I refer to pants, I am talking about jeans, trousers, slacks. Not underwear.) Although, having pockets in underwear would probably be a really smart thing. And if I was smarter or more entrepreneurial, I'd get right out there and start sewing up some boxers with pockets on them. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Well that was an interesting little segue. Anyways, yeah, I can't stick my hand in my pockets. It's not as if I wear incredibly tight pants or anything, but, if I was to attempt sliding my hand into my pocket, well I'd most probably end up ripping that little scab right off. Yummy, I know. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= And you know what it is about pockets, don't you? You get so used to them. I keep alot of things in my pockets. When I get out of my car, I slip the keys into my pocket. I tuck pens into my pockets. I keep gum, mints, lighters, utility tools in my pockets. Lots and lots of crap I tell ya! And the stuff just slides right into the pocket. All it takes is just a slight little tug at the top of the pocket to open it up, and, blammo, in slides the goods. (If you just read that one sentence, it kinda sounds obscene. :D) So, easy in, but, well, not very easy out. Stupid pockets. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I've been putting alot of hours in at work this week, partly because it's a short week, what with the holiday monday that we just had, yet there's still the same amount of stuff that needs to get done. I think Tuesday and Wednesday were 13 or 14 hours days here at the office. I was mainly working on one project, trying to get it all finished up for today. At 11 am today, I was informed that the project was going to be scrapped by the general contractor, as it was just too unclear and too messy. I knew that it was too unclear and too messy. Why? Because I'd spent 27 of the last 48 frickin hours at the office trying to figure the stupid thing out. And it's all done. No one to look at all the hard work I did. Trust me, dragging people in off the street to look at spreadsheets might sound like great fun, but one or two warnings from the police and you start to think twice about doing it. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Oh well, gonna play hockey tonight. Just gotta figure out a way to get my hand into the glove. That should be alot of fun. Just another big pocket to slide into. Mike 6:46 p.m. - 2003-05-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
||||||