Tall Grass = Shirtless Man ?

Sitting with idle hands I have been surfing the web and looking at photos of guys both clothed and naked.  I recall at lunch noticing that the neighbors grass was getting kind of tall.  I wonder if that means he’s going to take off his shirt and push the mower?  I can only hope so.  My neighbor isn’t well ripped like the guy in the photo nor does his mower have a bagger.  The best part of summer is looking at all of the shirtless guys.  I don’t get to see that many but I do mostly enjoy what I see. 

I did some more looking on my vehicle.  Turns out the recall notices are going out at the end of the month.  The manufacturer says my vehicle is includes but NHTSA says it’s not included.  I don’t know who to believe but if I get a recall notice in the mail I will be calling the dealer to set up service.  Haven’t been to a dealer in a very long time for any kind of service.  I do understand why some people call them stealerships because they do rob you of your money.  Here’s hoping my car doesn’t burst into flames.  It can happen at any time regardless if the vehicle is running or not.  Parking at work is in a covered garage, if you park on the street you have to slug a meter and it’s quite expensive.  I know if I say something I will be asked to park on the street and no one will pick up that tab, so better to keep my mouth shut for now. 

The boss made me mad again, what’s new?  I get to run a large meeting tomorrow.  I had to run it last week because he was on vacation.  This week he’s going to the doctor.  Next week he better damn sure run this thing himself OR find another sucker, I am done.  I am also not being proactive and helping people where & when I can, I wait for problems to trickle up like everyone else.  I mean I only occasionally exceed expectations so why not live up to my review?  Yes, I’m bitter and it’s going to stick with me for a while.  I might go back to being my helpful self again but for now I am only doing the bare minimum of what is required, nothing more.  The problem when you excel at your job is that you get fucked over in one way or another.  This happens no matter where you work.  I’ve seen it happen to other people and now I have the experience myself.  It’s not fun. 

Well before something comes in I am headed up to be with the cats.  Grab my laptop to hopefully ward off any problems but also keeping me prepared in case I need to login.  If I ever would switch jobs my first requirement is no on-call, it’s so old it’s beyond stale. 

Have a great evening and maybe you will see some good looking people, perhaps a shirtless man or woman.  Perhaps I will see the neighbor all shirtless, hot and sweaty.  It would be nice.  I’m not holding my breath though.  Talk with you again soon.