wacky1980

annual employee reviews happened today. every bank employee, including officers and dept heads, had to sit down with the vp and a couple board members to discuss gripes, performance, and the future. i have a fat mental list of items to discuss, mostly centering around my path for the next few years. i'm into my 10th year now, and this could very well be my last if i'm not put on a path to an executive position in some capacity. they know this because i gave them a heads-up that it would be discussed in this review. anyways, they just broke for the day, and i'm one of two people they didn't review yet. i was informed it would happen in the morning. the only other person who didn't also get reviewed today, is the lady who's position i'm looking to take. fucking hell. i had myself worked up to go in there, guns blazing and ready to make demands, if necessary, that i've never dropped on these people in the last 9 years of working here. and now i have to take all that aggression home with me and store it until the morning. i hope the wife doesn't want to get laid tonight...don't want to do anything that might cause me to go easy on them tomorrow.

i learned to golf right-handed because my dad was right-handed and we only had rightie clubs to learn with. but when i got old enough to have my own clubs, i bought lefties and suddenly realized i wasn't complete shit at golf anymore. i can't imagine being right-handed and making a conscious decision to shoot lefty. so many firearms have a backwards safety, etc. i assume you've always been that way?

i kinda killed that costume. but i think the wife's linda was even better.

not entirely sure what your business is gonna be, so i can't be too helpful atm. hence the bad humor.

"i'ma make this shit right here for $2 each, and then i'ma sell this same shit for $10 each. skip to step 4: profit." you don't even need to give me credit for it. that shit's free to all.

everyone should get a 90% raise. think of all the stuff you could buy with that extra cash just dropping into your bank account! things like a better work ethic. which, oddly enough, requires precisely $15/hr to maintain.

just submit the "boats 'n hoes" video. worked in the movies. ..........huh? it didn't work? ugh, i have to rethink my entire strategy now. shit.

southpaw.

sorry for the potato, but i think we did pretty good. that's my actual mustache after shaving the beard, and i'm keeping it til the beard comes back in.

i feel like i look fat in the face without a beard. it's a little unnerving. this won't do, not at all.

it doesn't help that i probably cut 6 inches of hair off and a couple inches of beard as well. both my boys (2 and 4 years old) did double takes last night. they've never seen me without a beard.

the worst part is co-workers this morning. "OHMYGODWHATDIDYOUDO!?!?!?!" it's already old.

i've had a beard for probably 6 or 7 years straight, and i took the clippers to it last night for a halloween costume. got rid of everything except the magnum mustache. cut all my hair off too. had to leave it a little longer on top for the character, but that will get cut off after the weekend because it's a style i'd never have irl. i feel so naked. might take a couple weeks before things feel back to normal. probably gonna keep the stache though. it's a tougher look than zeni could ever imagine.

i had to cut my hair all off and shave the beard, but i'm gonna kill this tonight.

i always thought as a kid, that i'd have loved to be a paperboy. but we lived out in the sticks, and i couldn't convince my parents to let me ride my bicycle several miles into town that early. this adult version, with loading up the car at 4am and all the stop-and-go driving...nah, not for me.

wife was a ... munitions clerk? ... or something like that, for the army back in the day. she managed inventory on a base over at the state capital. i think she'd say that was probably one of her favorite jobs, because she got to handle all the heavy artillery on the reg. that, or working at the pet store. i'm not sure if the band gig was my favorite job ever because i worked my ass off for 12-16 hours every day we worked, but it was definitely the most fun. it involved free booze most of the time, and the after-parties were always good for a couple thrills... back when pictures were film-only, thank the gods.

yep. that's the one.

i quit running sound and light for a band in 2010 after doing it for about 8 years. that was my sole living for much of that time, and i was pretty damn good at it. but then kids and responsibilities came along, and i got to the point where i didn't want to be gone that much, so i hung it up and got a "real" job at the bank. i kept in good contact with a few of the band members, and have occasionally gone to see them play when it fits my adulting schedules. earlier tonight i got a text from one of the old guys, saying they're doing a one-off themed gig only an hour away next month. they're bringing back some more old guys to sit in. and they want me to run the light show. shit. i haven't sat behind a respectable console for years. i don't even think i could stumble my way around a basic dmx operator anymore. this is gonna be a beautiful mess... and now i'm all nostalgic and shit. at one point i was uploading videos to youtube of some of my more favorite songs, but i think it was on a different account that's not around anymore. i gotta see if i can dig some of that shit out...maybe i still have it on an old hard drive somewhere. do you have an old line of work that you'd want to try out again, even if it was just for one day? could you still do it?

drop a pat of butter on a fresh, warm slice of that shit and let it melt in. holy balls, now we're talking.

hey @Rogue߷Alphonse can you disable one particular smiley in this thread?

for eating? i'm gonna go with the rotten banana loaf.

i'll be removing the beard for halloween. haven't been beard-less since shortly after the wedding in 2011. i'm skeerd.

then there's the folks who will see that sign, and take very careful aim...for the sign.

pumpernickel. but only because its literal translation from german is "farting devil" and that's pretty much me at any given time.