Monster Dog

The wife occasionally rescues Corgis who have found themselves homeless for one reason or the other. I am proud of her for the work and effort she puts into this, as she has successfully found good homes for a dozen or so dogs who might have otherwise been destroyed.

Now...a typical Corgi will stand about 10 inches and weigh in around 20-25 pounds. Imagine my shock when I first laid eyes on the Dogstrosity she brought home last week. His name is Winston, he is a really nice looking and friendly dog. But, at 52pounds, he walks the line between dog and pot belly pig.

As the wife has begun the process of finding him a home, I have suggested we find Sasquatch. I think it would be a great companion for him.

I threw in a photo of Katie for comparison purposes.

Change We Can Believe In

Couple of weeks ago, I went to Josie's for breakfast burritos. Simple enough order...one sausage, egg and potato for the wife and two sausage potato and cheese for me, and a bag of chips and queso. Picked up the order, noticed the price was a little high, but you know...what with the price of gas and all. Got home and discovered a bag filled with carne guisada and bean burritos and a tub of Menudo. But hey, they did remember the chips and queso. Took it back, and was asked if I had called the right store. Made them get out the phone book, and showed them the number I had called. They acknowledged I had called the right place, but the only order they had for someone with my name was the bag of crap I had picked up. They asked me what I had ordered, and I informed them it sure wasn't an order for dead pig feet floating in grease as they had presented to me. After a few more minutes of arguing whether I knew what I had ordered, they sent me on my way. (I had to do the math for them for the refund they owed me). Got home with my three burritos, only to find they had given me three sausage, egg and potato burritos instead of what I had actually ordered. Screw it, said I, and commenced to eating what I could.

Yesterday, I went to Wendy's to grab lunch. Couldn't get in the drive thru, so I went inside. Great, only one person in line. Ordered a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, Caesar Side Salad and small fries for the wife, and a Baconator combo for myself. Then I waited as they waited on several people, and proceeded to provide food for the same people, as I waited. While waiting, two different people returned to the counter with food that differed from what they had ordered and one guy came in from the drive thru to announce he had been waiting 15 minutes for his order to come out.

Should have known bad things would happen. Turns out, one of the people who was returning a wrong order was actually returning my Baconator. They apologized and told me it would be out soon. They finally bring it out, and I grab my food and head for the house. Get home to find the wife's order was right (Thank God), but instead of a Baconator, I have a Wendy's single. You guessed it...the guy who returned my burger had actually ordered a single. Scraped off the vegetables, wolfed it down and went back to work.

I have a solution. Put these dipshits to work at the IRS (I'll never worry about an audit again), and put all of the laid off auto workers in the fast food restaurants. Sure, food may cost more, but at least these guys would know how to put shit together.

Dazed & Confused

Well, the verdict came in on Thursday. My attempt at joining the Clone Army was rebuffed firmly. They instead chose an individual from Odessa who, if he had been in Lubbock, would have been working for me. Now, I get to train this new guy in how to run a metropolitan District. It would be too easy to let him twist and turn, but it would be detrimental to what I am still trying to accomplish here. So, I will get glad in the same pants I got mad in, and continue to be the "best Director of Transportation Planning & Development in the State", to quote my former boss when he heard the news. If that were truly the case, would I not now be the District Engineer?

The most troubling aspect of all of this is, they had a second round of interviews for the job. Of the three they chose to interview, two were from Odessa and one was from Atlanta, TX, and none had any experience in running a District the size of Lubbock, nor experience as a TP&D. Add to that, the fact that I felt I nailed my interview, I am completely dumbfounded by the way things played out. So much so that I have requested a meeting with the guy who did the hiring in order to get some answers. He's got some 'splaining to do.

At any rate, I met the new boss yesterday. He is three or four years younger than me, much like the previous boss. At first glance, he seems like someone I will be able to work with. Time will tell.

Gotta go order some Hawaiian shirts now.

The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

I sit by the phone, day in and day out, like a high school girl before the prom. Ring, damn you. I pick it up and call the Secretary. "Is this damn thing working?" "Forget it, and get back to work", she chides me.

I have grown weary of the wait, and simply want an answer. A trip to Men's Wearhouse, or hotshirts.com is on the line.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow.

A Luddite Asks for Help

As I went to post my last diatribe, I was greeted with the following message:

Bad Request
Your client has issued a malformed or illegal request

I then hit the back button, and the post had disappeared. I then hit the forward button, and was informed that the post had posted successfully, and lo and behold, there it was. As one who knows very little about these confounded computin' machines...what the hell is going on?

And, We Try Again

I will try this again. If it gets lost this time, it will be the end of "Inside The Box", because I just don't have the patience.

As only I know I was saying, I have been listening to the right wing talk shows lately with a touch of deja vu. During the election, all I heard from Rush et. al. was their disgust at the way the left was running down the country. The left was rambling on about how George Bush was trampling on the Constitution, the war in Iraq was bankrupting the country, and Republicans were forcing Granny to choose between dog food and drugs.

This talk disgusted Rush, Sean and Glenn because, by God this country was a great place to live, and people should stop running it down.

But, with the election of Barak Obama, we were promised change. So far the only change I have seen is in the demeanor of the right wing talk shows. Now, it is they how are portending the end days of the country. Obama is trampling on the Constitution, the economic stimulus bill will bankrupt the country, and Democrat's will force us to choose between flying in our private jets and flying first class.

Bottom line...they are all full of crap. The country has survived much worse than this, and will stumble through this current crisis. I refuse to accept the premise that either party has the ability to bring this country to its knees, any more than Man has the ability to significantly affect the environment.

We, the people are the country, the government, and the economy. We adjust to the fleeting power mongers in Washington, and keep on plugging ahead. Bring it on, you elected dim bulbs...you may not be here in 2, 4 or 6 years, but we will.

As to the economy, I know it is relatively bad, but it has been much worse, and I believe it will get much better. And, if it doesn't, I will be here with my head firmly planted in the sand.

One of These Things Is Just Like The Other

Well, shit. I just spent 30 minutes writing a post about the current economic situation, and when I went to post, it disappeared. If I can remember what the fuck I said, I will try it again tomorrow.