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Monday, February 07, 2005

Solder Noose

Jennifer was here for her second visit last week. She was much more pleasant to me this time around. I don't know why. I was expecting the worst of it and I wasn't really sure about flying her up here again. I took a few days off from work so we could drive around and see some things in the area. Jennifer likes to gamble, she's particularly fond of playing Black Jack so I took her to one of the Indian gaming casinos and watched her lose some of my money. I don't gamble, but I give her cash to blow on card games and I stand back and watch. It's kinda boring as she's not very good at the games.

When I came back to work the first thing I noticed was a noose made out of solder, hanging from one of my torque drivers on my bench. My coworkers have been extra hostile towards me lately for a variety of reasons. I decided to nip things in the bud before they became more malicious and I called a line meeting. The noose made me angry. It wasn't so much a practical joke as it was an insult from a fellow employee that can barely do their job. These people are so damn worthless. Anyway, I gathered them all up in a conference room and sat them down at the table. I tossed the noose out on the table top and forcefully told them that I was not going to tolerate junk like this from any of them. I threatened them so much that The Squirrel got up from the table and ran away crying. I made a grown woman cry over a noose made out of solder. Am I awesome, or what? It must be illegal to feel this good.

They are all being much nicer to me now.

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