Oh Yeah

Today is my last day at Radio Cayman. I plan on going in, getting my coffee pot (after my coffee) and get out.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is my last day at work. I have several other possibilities for work, nothing in concrete.
I am in a pretty bad mood today, nothing to do with the work situation. I will honestly be glad to be done where I am.
I'm drinking coffee, waiting to go to work. I'm home, thinking "get me the fuck out of here" When I get to work, I'll be thinking the same thing.

Skinny Dip

I just finished the book, Skinny Dip: by Carl Hiaasen. About this guy who pushes his wife off a cruise ship to kill her, but she doesn't die, she gets rescued, and her rescuer and she goes and messes with his head.
All Carl Hiaasens books I have read so far have been great. They are funny, and I don't know the words for what else makes them good. I don't know how he can think of that stuff. The characters have so much personality. The bad guy in the book is such an idiot it's funny. The good guys are cool too. There's this cop, every time he goes home, he gets cornered my this little old lady who hates his pet snakes. You can just imagine him having to put up with the crap.
A lot of his books use the same characters, and so far all I have read have been set in southern Florida, USA.

Definitely worth reading

mottos

I slept good last night, and didn't wake up till the alarm went off.
I feel really good this morning.

Today I will sign up for two courses:

CompTIA A+ Certification & Computer Technology

and

CompTIA Network+ Certification & Computer Technology

The first one, I know almost all the material already, but I want to be completely ready for the second course, which is important. This means I'll be getting up at 3 AM again to study. I've done it before, as you know, if you're a long time reader.

Anyway, IT'S THE WEEKEND! I am looking for ward to the weekend, after today, I only have two days left at Radio Cayman.

Now that I'm done there, I will share with you my two work mottos:

#1 "I don't care what they broadcast, as long as they broadcast"

#2 "I love Radio Fukkin Cayman, and Radio Cayman loves fukkin' me!"

Ohboyoboy

Last night I started reading my book, and fell asleep early. This morning I woke up about 1:30 AM, and I was AWAKE! About 4 I fell back asleep, and had a really hard time getting up.
I never made it to look for seahorses yesterday. Maybe today.

Seahorses

It's another nice morning. It was nice yesterday except for a noon thunderstorm and an afterwork thunderstorm. Both the times I would have gone to the beach.

I am alternately bummed out and elated about ending my job. It is definitely illegal, giving it to who they gave it to. Hope I don't regret not playing hardball with them. Hope I don't regret going quietly. Yesterday my boss gave me a major installation to do before I left. But it's "hand over week", where I hand the reins to my replacement. So I "handed over" the job over to him.

Anyway, I have been hearing there are seahorses at Don Fosters Dive Center, maybe I'll head over there at lunchtime and confirm they don't exist. I've never seen one, and am aware of the worldwide conspiracy to make me believe these mythical creatures are real. And I know you're in on it too.

A dude on a seahorse

Tuesday

Having a hard time posting this morning. Feel great, went to the movies last night. Just can't think of anyting to post. I was going to post about this website, Earthview. It is a simple web site that shows you where it's light and where it's dark on Earth. And you can click on the map (On the website, not on the image on my blog) and it zooms in to that area. And there's lots of other features. A really cool webpage that has been in my sidebar forever.
But I don't want to post about that. I can't think of anything else to post. Next Tuesday is my last day at work. This minute I am happy about that, but it swings around, as I have no doubt mentioned. Several times. Every day I bring home a little bit of my stuff from work. Yesterday was a pillow, a bag of empty bags, and my humidor. I need to bring my coffee pot, fridge, and a box of stuff like toothpaste and deodorant and stuff. And my soldering station. I already brought home most of my tools except a little mini tool bag I made up.
But that's about it. It is looking like a nice day. Hot. Sunny. We could use a little more breeze, but you can get in the sea and cool off. If you're not working.
Anyway, I still can't think of anything to post, so guess I'll just shut-er-down fer now.
See ya tomorrow

Weekend Photos

Went diving with Ocean Frontiers this weekend. It was good! My new camera was lost American Airlines, so I was using my old old camera (2.1 megapixels) But I realized that the flash is better on the old camera than it was on the new one!

My Wife swimming into a school of silversides

Crab, using the flash

Looking up the gully

My Wife having camera problems, although she got better pics than me!

Pic of me by the Wife

The cat's out of the bag

I've been at my current job for 13 and a half years. I recently finished the last new studio. Now it's official: I have installed every piece of equipment, and ran every cable.

Every time my contract was up, usually every two years, my position has been advertised, so that if there was a qualified Caymanian who applied, the employers were required to give them the job. For me it sucked, having my job advertised, but I could see it was a good law.

Well this time, someone else got my job.

Only the timing makes it more maddening. When my position was advertised, I had residency. In between advertising the position and the interviews, I got Naturalized, meaning I have a Cayman passport, but am still not Caymanian, and can't vote. This doesn't change the fact that the employers are still required to advertise the position, it's just ironic that the government gives me a passport with one hand, and takes my job with the other.

The person who got the job is American, married to a Caymanian. He's been a part timer where I work for a long time. I was told yesterday that he got the job.

I had to fill out an application and interview for my own job, unlike every time before when my contract expired. Others have had to do this too lately, apparently due to some recent change in some law. But during the interview, I was asked mainly questions about how well I documented my installation of the new studios and wiring for the radio station . . . . . .

The reason he got the job over me, I was told, was because "I didn't interview well".

This, to me, is BS.

I have always gotten good annual performance reviews, I've been doing the job for years, and the reason for advertising the post is for immigration purposes. My performance is not and never was in question.
If I was told, "we're really not happy with the way you've been doing the job, and when your contract is up, we're going to find someone else" it would be one thing. But that's not the case.
If I was told, "Someone married to a Caymanian applied for your job, and therefore we're required to give the job to him", it would be something else too. But that's not the case either.
But the reason I am being told why someone else got the job is not the reason the position was advertised. In my opinion, the reason I am being given is the one, and only, wrong answer.

And if I fought, I think I would win the fight.

It's politics. And there's volumes more that could be written in this paragraph about that.

I liken it to having a whole bunch of young children, all less than about 8 years old. And suddenly I am told that all my kids have to go live across town, with this mean child beater who the kids know and hate. They don't want to go, but they have to and I can never see them again. That's how it feels.

I will survive. I guess that in the long run, it will be good for me. But I hope I can keep paying the mortgage.

If I could strip away the emotion and just see the bare facts it would be much easier. But I have always loved what I felt was my Radio Station. And it hurts to let go of it.

Looking like a good weekend

To me, this looks like a good weekend coming. I think the weather will improve and be sunny on a weekend after a rainy week. Usually it's vice versa. I also notice that when I type, I don't look at the keyboard anymore, and I seem to be typing faster. Not too fast, just fast for me. I remember I took a typing class in high school and I sucked at it, because you weren't allowed to look at the keyboard. I noticed yesterday when I was typing that long joke. Which I only got one comment on. Thank you very much HAPPY DAYS! Anyway, the coffee is done, and I am ready to get ready for work today and then the weekend!!!!!

Here's some pics from a lunchtime snorkel earlier this week.

There is a small fish in this picture, well camouflaged, about two inches long.

Identify the item in the picture below:

This is a broken buoy I found underwater. The heavy stuff is still there but the floaty stuff is gone, so it just sits upright on the bottom. It's about 5 feet tall.
HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!!!

Bad Headaches

There was this guy, he suffered from terrible headaches, every day, all day. They were so bad, his life consisted only of going from doctor to doctor, looking for a cure.

Finally, he found a doctor who told him he had a very rare medical condition, that his testicles were pressing against the base of his spine, the pressure traveled up his spinal column, and manifested itself as a severe headache.

"Unfortunately", The doctor told him, "the only cure is castration".

The guy took a night to think about it, but really, the headaches were that bad, and he went back the next day for the operation.

As he was driving home from the hospital, he reflected that he was starting a new life that day. Not only were the headaches gone for the first time in his life, he was also castrated. His life would be completely different.

About that time he passed a clothing store, and he decided to get a new set of clothes to start his new life with.

"Can I help you?" asked the salesman.
"Well", said the guy, "I'd like a new set of clothes"

The salesman looked at him, and said "You look like you're a 33 and three quarter inch waist, and a 34 and a half inch inseam"

"Wow!" said they guy, "That's exactly right! How did you know?

The salesman smiled and said, "It's my job"

The guy tried on the pants and they fit perfectly, first time, no tailoring.

The salesman said, "you look like you wear a 17 inch neck size 34 shirt"

Incredible! said the guy, "How do you do it?"

The salesman said, "It's my job"

And so it went, new hat, new shoes, socks, jacket and vest. Everything the salesman estimated by looking fit perfectly, and nothing had to be tailored.

The guy was at the checkout counter, and the salesman asked "How about a new package of underwear to go with all this?"

The guy said "Sure, why not!?"

The salesman looked at him and said "You look like you wear a 34 inch waist underwear"

The guy said "Nope! Got you there! I've been wearing 32's my whole life!"

"What?" stammered the salesman, "why, that's impossible. Size 32 would press your testicles against the base of your spine and cause severe headaches!"

Hump Day

Well, it's Wednesday, AKA hump day, as you already know.

Yesterday was a pretty crappy day. No reason for it, it just was. Seems like I've been having a lot of bad days lately. Today MUST be better.

The weather calls for rain, but right now, the sky is clear. I think the days heat makes the clouds.
Plus there's supposedly a small system coming towards us, but things look pretty good so far today.

I've been calling the airlines every day about our lost bag. I think I only mentioned it briefly. That will be a post for tomorrow. Them Bastads!

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Drill Sargeant Therapist

I really like this commercial! It cracks me up!

Early to bed, early to rise

I went to bed kind of early last night. I wasn't going to bed, I just wanted to lay down and play Free Cell on my phone. But then the wife came and climbed in so I just stayed.
Then I woke up early and started worrying about crap.

Crashing my motorcycle.
I'm not good enough.
Paying the bills.
Who thinks what about what.
What will I do when my Dawg dies.
I can't do it.

And countless tons of other bullshit.

I am my own worst enemy. I get alone and start telling myself worse things about myself than anyone else could ever say.

Then I wake up and have to pull myself up put of a funk just to get started.

And all this before my first cup of coffee on a Monday!

Freeky

Most peoples faces aren't symmetrical. These pics are copying one half of my face from the picture, reversing it, and replacing the other side of my face with it. To me it is creepy. So creepy, I almost didn't post this post.

The original picture

The left side of my face on both sides of my head.

The right side of my face on both sides of my head.
All three look surprisingly different, don't they?

If you are reading this, then try it with a picture of you. Or someone else. Below is Abe Lincoln.

He looks pretty much the same in all 3

Friday the 13th

Friday the 13th is my lucky day, and black cats too.

Last night the wife and I went to the Chamber of Commerce After Hours at a car museum that is pretty new here in Cayman. They have a lot of cool cars. All owned by one person. The only problem was that the place was so full of cars, you couldn't get far away enough to take a decent picture!
There is the original Batmobile, from 1966, a Bentley owned bu Elton John, and tons of other cars and motorcycles.

But the best car of all, was in the parking lot.

You can lead a horse to water . . . .

But you can't make him drink.

But you can make him swim!

I swang (?) by the beach yesterday on the way home, and these people had a horse on the beach. It would be fun to ride a horse in the sea.

The Jet Blue Dude

I can really relate to this guy, and how he handled the situation. His name is Steven Slater. He had a run-in with a passenger, who used foul language and hit him, so Steven went to the PA and cussed him out, deployed the escape slide, walked to his car and went home. (I guess it's lucky they happened tobe on the ground! I wonder if he had a parachute?).

Plus, the fact that Steven Slater grabbed a beer before he left is a classic move! The icing on the cake!

I bet the passenger who caused it is really nervous, hoping the media doesn't get his name!

I wonder what happened on the plane after that? Surely, after a emergency exit slide has been deployed, they can't just roll it up, close the door and take off. I am sure the passengers had to at least de-plane and wait, or maybe get on a different plane.

I don't like it when I see people treat flight attendants, janitors, waiters and waitress's poorly.
PS, today's my birthday! I'm a 601 month old baby!

Mmmm McDonalds! I want a Happy Meal!

Thanks for everybodys comments yesterday, I'm feeling much better today! Here's something I found that was interesting.

Year-old Happy Meal hasn't decomposed (photos)

Knoxville Healthy Food ExaminerElizabeth Kelly

Happy Meal at time of purchase. Scroll down to see the same Happy Meal one year later. (Joann Bruso)

Blogger and nutritionist Joann Bruso celebrated an unusual birthday this past March: the one-year anniversary of a Happy Meal on her office shelf.

Exactly one year ago, Bruso purchased a McDonald's Happy Meal --something the nutritionist probably wouldn't dream of eating or feeding to a child-- for the sake of conducting a bit of a scientific experiment. The test was simple: place the Happy Meal on a shelf, right behind the computer where she does her writing, and wait.

And wait she did, for one entire year, as the burger, fries and drink moldered away on the shelf. Only, contrary to what one would expect of food left out in the air for twelve months, the Happy Meal didn't gather any actual mold.

In fact, the Happy Meal looks mysteriously similar to how it looked one year ago. Bruso describes the miniscule changes that have occurred:

The bread is crusty and if you look closely, you will see a crack across the top. The hamburger has shrunk a bit and still resembles a hockey puck. Yet, the French fries look yummy enough to eat. I never had an odor problem, after a couple of weeks, I couldn’t even smell the fries."

After one year, the Happy Meal shows very little decomposition.

Bruso realizes that a Happy Meal exhibiting few changes after an entire year is not a good thing. Real food is meant to break down inside the body. If a burger can't be decomposed even by microbes, then it is true, she asserts, that "your child's body can't properly metabolize it either."

The reason for the lack of change in the year-old McDonald's Happy Meal is the number of preservatives in the food. While McDonald's has attempted to counter claims about its unhealthiness by posting calorie counts and featuring some slightly healthier menu items, the actual ingredients are something you won't hear them touting in their ad campaigns.

While McDonald's insists that they use no preservatives in their hamburger patty, the bun, pickle and french fries are a whole different story. In fact, for such a simple item, the list of ingredients for the humble pickle slice is lengthy: cucumbers, water, distilled vinegar, salt, calcium chloride, sodium benzoate or potassium sorbate (preservative), natural flavor (vegetable source), alum, polysorbate 80, turmeric.

The Happy Meal hamburger bun's ingredient list is sadly too long to reproduce, but includes the preservative calcium propionate (which is what keeps that year-old bun looking daisy fresh), along with ominous sounding ingredients such as calcium peroxide and azodicarbonamide. Yum!

The next time you think about buying a Happy Meal for your kids, consider the fact that it might just contain some of the same ingredients as the toy it comes with.

Every Monday

I say how the weekend was.

This is a shit blog. I just post some crap every day.

Most of the blogs I know seem to last about two years. This one's been going 5.

Most of the people who used to comment here, now have inactive blogs.

It's a stinking fuckin Monday. I'm in the process of getting screwed at work. I've been getting screwed, really, as long as I've been there.

When I was a kid I started delivering newspapers, I haven't really been unemployed since, and I got nothing to show for it.

Sometimes I'm tired of running in the ratwheel.

Well . . .

is a deep subject. I want to post today but don't have a topic.

Here's a picture of the latest issue of Time Magazine!
Today we're going to the beach, we were going out on a boat, but decided to just go to the beach instead.

Again with the Friday

I'm glad it's Friday.

Yesterday another option opened for me as employment. It is definitely worth exploring.

I seem to be suffering from mental exhaustion. I just don't want to deal with anything. I just want to sit quietly. That's how I feel right now, I don't feel like that all day.

I'll be glad when it's September first, anyway you look at it, I will be rid of a whole bunch of problems. Might have a set of new ones, but overall, I think my problem level will be dropping.

Have a good freekin weekend!

Thursday Not Wednesday

In my mind, it is Wednesday. But I keep reminding myself that it's Thursday. Almost the weekend. I am glad the weekend is coming!

Here are some pictures from yesterday morning.

Click to enlargeMorning Contrast

Not speaking to each other

Didn't even think about posting

I was going through my morning routine, shower, walk Dogs. Coffee, Computer. Computer. I realized I haven't even thought about what to post today. So here's a pic of me in Mexico, with another dog, not my own.

Please don't tell my Dogs you saw me with this Dog.70866

Grinding My Gears

Ya know what has really been grinding my gears lately? getting under my skin? Pissing me off?

Frikkin' Windows updates! No sooner that I get done rebooting after the last update installation, I hear that sickening plopping sound and the little sign, "Updates are ready for your computer". Oh! You were getting them ready? Smearing whip cream on them, putting a little cherry on top? What was someone doing to get them ready? Happy Happy Joy Joy!

I have a friend who got to a point where he was happy with his computer, and didn't want to change anything, so he turned Windows Updates off. Anybody else turn it off? I'm thinking about it. I'm thinking about getting a Mac.

This morning I am so tired I considered laying down on the floor while I was in the shower!

It's Monday again. It's August. Seems like the year is flying by. But then, as long as I can remember, the first half of the year is much quicker than the second.

This weekend was nice, the weather report said rain, but it was sunny. We went to the beach yesterday.

This weekend I also went back in history on my blog, and checked the blogs of a lot of people with whom I used to share comments. Most of those blogs are gone or have not been updated in years.

I wonder, what happens to your blog or your facebook account when you die? Imagine someone, a lonely old person, their family never really kept in touch with them, or never really knew too much about them. The old person dies, and years later, the family discovers a blog that their old relative was keeping. It could contain the most information the family ever had.

I'm feeling slightly sad and depressed today, I don't want to go to work. The weekends are to short. A person should work 3 days and be off for 4. I know this is true.

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Valuable Reference Tool

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