Murray had it coming, people said. Murray was a man who made enemies easily and made friends exclusively with idiots and scumbags. When Murray’s body was found stuffed into a garbage can in the back of an alley, nobody was surprised to learn that he had been shot multiple times. But everybody was surprised to […]
This last weekend I had to go into work for the first aid course they make me take every three years. Usually I’d take it with a bunch of other people, but though my good luck and other people’s illnesses, I was the only one in the course this time. It was much better that way. The instructor catering specifically to me instead of a group made it much easier to actually learn stuff. One specific thing I learned: I get annoyed by having to take breaks.
Back before my work ethic was doused by my distaste for my job I used to work right through all the breaks we would get in a day. The smokers always need to get out there and do their smoking, but PDR would rather keep on working so as to get it all done sooner. I remember back in high school when they took away our lunch breaks to keep us from fighting and we used to finish our school day at like two in the afternoon or something! That was a sweet deal! And this attitude has grown into my work life apparently. I figure that if I can get the work done quickly, I get a longer period of not-work, and that’s way better than a break during work. Granted, that really only works for jobs where you get to go home when the work is done and not jobs where you’re there for a set number of hours… I suppose that breaks improve those kind of jobs…
But anyway, why do we need so many breaks? I propose that all schools do like my school used to do. Get the kids out of there early so that they can have better afternoons. Heck, while we’re at it we could take away their Summer breaks and they’d be finished the whole schooling process years earlier! Surely when I explain it them the kids will be okay with that.
Okay, I am serious when I say I prefer not taking breaks during a workday, but if I could get Summer breaks again like in school? I would be a happy person.
That guy up there? That’s Dog-Thing. I created him for an art project in Junior High, but I no longer have that project. The only thing I remember about it was that his arch enemy was the Technicolor Spoon.
Since only one uncolored sketch of the character remained, I have only the vaguest memory of what color he was. But working with that memory I whipped up this picture. But every Dog-Thing has his day. And that day is today as I let bring him to the Book of PDR.
I also don’t remember if there was an origin for Dog-Thing, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I never bothered to explain what he was or where he came from.
Only a couple this week.
One page of SecGov Robots:
And the Phone Guys:
Not even a full year ago, I managed to lock myself out of my apartment by forgetting my keys at work. Today, I did it again! Sequel Style! It was not as bad this time. It really helps that this time I wasn’t in the middle of a crappy, crappy month at work. Plus this time, it was under three hours instead of four hours long. And I spent most of these three hours in the warmth of a fine local eating establishment thanks to the people working there generously letting me hang around while closing happened. All in all, I rank this locked-out experience as being better than the last one.
My keys are still at work right now, though. That’s lame. And as I say, it wasn’t even a year ago since the last time. It makes me feel stupider to say I do this more than once in a year. Ah well. PDR can always handle feeling stupider.