October 4, 2008


Posted in Random, work, writing at 16:04 0 by gillsmoke

I like knowing the meta game we’re playing.
For instance when you are bitching about what the boss asked you for.
You are really saying, “I don’t want to help you”
and when you are complianing about the way you have no work and you’re worried about your job
You are really saying, “I feel insecure”
And when you mock me in front of others
You are really saying, “I like you”


March 30, 2007

What have you got?

Posted in blogging, work, writing at 21:16 0 by gillsmoke

So I am sending this from Fn St. Mary’s because stolen internet is still internet. I’m also taking the time to tell CRSE that I’m heading home. This week has been a nightmare. I want it to be done. Soon I will be home. Soon I will have new BS to deal with, and this nightmare will fade into a memory.

What have you got?
You got it bad? Let me know.
You got it good? Start your own blog, but let me know.

One last thought I have is I need to start looking how you folks get here. CRSE sez I’m slipping on the dork scale because of my lack of follow through in this area. So to my readership: What do you want? I need to get back into creative writing by any means necessary, are you intrested? My wife does her TT and quizzes, do you care where I score? CRSE has tagged me for a meme, do you want more of those? comments welcomed.

March 19, 2007

NI DAQ error

Posted in Random, work at 19:41 0 by gillsmoke

Hey, even if you are a geek you probablly don’t have a clue what LTaskHandle = -89130 means. That’s ok niether do I. The difference is I get paid to know stuff like that.

Remember, worse means you aren’t where you were, or better yet my motto is “Desperation, Inspiration. Success.” One of my drunk boss’ told me so, I believe them.

What it really means is, “Like duh, your Device is absent Or unavailable. Everybody knows that one, except dumbasses like you.” -Nick Burns your computer guy


So, it has taken me 8 work hours to realize I’ve been robbed. The error happens when you try to access an absent card. (Like duh, the error code tells you that.) I have trained to assume all errors are mine before blaming hardware, hence 4 hours of prompting and a lot of “How did I screw this up?”). What happened is the Stole from Gill to pay a Customer, I paid that favor forward. Now I have a new card and the errors went away like magic. What was I doing now?

March 14, 2007

More random thoughts from the Plant in the plant

Posted in Random, work at 22:30 0 by gillsmoke

  • So I walked into the bathroom and a tubby guy looks up from washing his hands and looks rather guilty. Then the odor, his shit smelled like pumpkin. Hmm, how do you do that? Hot stinky pumpkin.
  • While I wait to get that point in the process I need to examine I might as well read something, I know a paper about a book which is the commentary of another author’s life long work. Well, I have left the real world and entered the realm of academia. I remember that crap. I have awful, painful memories trying to turn a paragraph into an essay. I sort of miss it. Sometimes I think I should have done English or World Lit or Philosophy for a degree. I could of recorded my thoughts and transcribe (and then edit) them into brilliant papers. Except as readers here can tell, I hate language rules.
  • The rain seems drearier here. I don’t know why.
  • Snow Fog suck
  • No, she doesn’t have a cool accent. She has a slight speech impediment, and now she is self conscious about it, good job.
  • I know too many details about too many people here. For instance:
    • There’s the shaky guy, who had 2 different spinal injuries.
    • There’s the lady who is totally over her husband for still being into group stuff (you know what stuff)
    • there’s the other one who is going to change her life thanks to Oprah telling her “the secret” I’ll save you the bother Believe, Achieve, Receive. There are you happy now.
    • I know more about a man called “Bullfrog” that I never met, than I do my father’s friends who I have. “So I sez to ‘im Bullfrog I’ll pay yur taxez if’n you pick this 2 acres of corn, woulda takan ’bout 2 dayz of work. ,And HE won’ do it. ,See now the same thing if’n I sez to ‘im fill that there wheelbarrow with corn to the top an’ I’ll give ya a beer. That there barrow will be fill in no time.”
    • Carol, just does not like me. Something about my blatant disregard for safety rules. O.K.
    • Speech impediment woman, is divorced with 2 kids spread far apart and has been seeing someone serious for about a year. Her youngest just had a dead tooth extracted.
    • Someone on the game commission runs down kids on 4 wheelers for sport.
    • D.A. I know more details about RVing and the way he travels than anybody other than his wife should know. He is also project interference, and a sexist pig to boot.
    • Bear, ran away from the rat race in Pittsburgh when he left High school. He just recently started working.
    • Jay is just a prick
    • There are multiple families with multiple generations working here.
    • Some of the family trees are wreaths. Move! Young ones move far and fast, otherwise baaad things are going to start happening soon.
    • I just have to look at that guy with his permanent hearing aide sticking out of his head to know I don’t want to know. I don’t even want to say hi.
    • The janitor guy is ‘special’, but ifn he had brown hair rather than a rusty color, he could be me. I shudder to think.
  • It will all be over soon.
  • Dichotomy.

Thoughts on working in a factory

Posted in Random, work at 00:19 0 by gillsmoke

I think I might be pretentious. I find myself using college level vocabulary on High school level people. For example, I’m pretty sure that unless you’ve had advanced level philosophy or German classes or preternatural (see) obsession with Herman Heese (who reads that? pretentious people that’s who); you are not going to understand me when I say “Sitz en liben” (which means station in life, Thanks CRSE). Please save me from my dorkiness.

I shouldn’t be talking as much as I am, nor should I be writing this much.

What’s the politest way to say, “Shut the fuck up!” ?
[what’s the best way to punctuate that sentence? Revise it to make it clearer, of course. The hell I will.]

Why is it when management is anywhere near the machine; there is a problem?

Why is it when you get a large enough group, things turn into a soap opera? Petty bullshit is everywhere.

Why is it that the closer I get to finishing, the longer everything takes?