Gross!

Hey y'all! Hugs, kisses, yada yada yada...

Posting has been real light, and I know that's a great disappointment to the entirety of the planet.  Honestly, I've got a whole bunch of stuff to tell y'all about, and show y'all.

Actually, I've got so much that when I have the time to do it, I don't know where to start.  It's kinda like that "Hoarder" program that The Mrs. watches.  I mean, those weirdos have plenty of time, but all their junk is so precious to them that they don't want to divest themselves of anything.

Well, I guess it's not really like that.  I mean, I'd like to unload a bunch of my garbage on y'all, but I can't pick which pile to start with.  I've got to get my thoughts lined up, I guess.

Anyway, there has been a lot of linky stuff lately.  And, this post is no different.

I saw a couple of gross things today.  I mean, Paul Mitchell had some dude searching for a picture of Brett Favre's junk.  And, our beloved regular contributor, Dr. Jill, sent me this picture.

But, I think Pseudo wins the gross-out crown for today.  What's gross about this is that it hits close to home.  As y'all know, I am a vegetarian, and haven't eaten meat in about 22 or so years (I haven't been to the doctor since then either, and only got 3 skeeter bites in that time, too.  Just sayin'...).

So, I do not eat McDonald's food.  But, my 14 year old son is a very picky eater.  He really doesn't like "fast food" much at all.  He despises hamburgers, but he loves Chicken McNuggets and fries.  I was thinking about showing him Pseudo's post, but he's got enough struggles to deal with.  I'd hate to give him nightmares on top of everything else.

Well anyway, I have switched up jobs.  I got fired from the first one.  I got fired by God.  There is a good story there that I will tell y'all about when I can find it under some of this other junk.  When I got fired by God, I went ahead on and started looking for another job the same day.  He gave me a good recommendation on the way out the door, so it was all good.

Got one on the first try.  I'll swear, people that say they can't find work are just lazy.  Actually, I had two "yeps" on the first day, but took the one closest to home.  I told the man that hired me that I had several applications in, and there was one I really wanted, and if I got it, I'd be moving on.  He was cool with that.  Well, I worked for him for about two weeks, and guess what?  I got the one I really wanted on Monday.  So, I felt bad, and found him a very competent replacement for myself (a relative of mine).  He was one happy camper, as he tells me that he can't find anybody that really wants to work, or has any sense, or anything.

I told him that I'd stay on another week, and train the guy I found for him on my own time.  He was extremely happy, and we're parting ways on very good terms.  I really like the guy, and know he's in a tough spot with personnel.  I figured that out the first day.  He told me that if this other deal doesn't work out that I can come right back, and to please bring somebody with a good attitude with me.

I'll tell y'all...people that say they can't find work are just lazy.  Jobs are everywhere.

Anyway, I got this job I really wanted...just the right number of hours, and pay to supplement my income...a regular schedule (no getting called in on weekends, so I can plan my work on my own biniss, and maybe finally get to watch some college football this season), etc.

I had to go to fill out all the paperwork, and get a "physical" today.  It was a real physical, too.  I mean, it weren't just tinklin' in a cup!  It was the whole banana...blood pressure, vision, range of motion junk, strength, heart rate under stress, drop your drawers for a hernia check, etc.  Plus, they gave me a TB test, a tetanus booster, and started me on the Hepatitis B deal.

I understand the shots (the job is working at a hospital), but I didn't really understand the "strength" deal.  The guy that did the strength test told me that everybody has to do it, even if their job does not involve heavy lifting.  I guess maybe folks fall down at hospitals, and everybody needs to be able to assist, or something.  Oh well, I guess I'll find out.  Anyway, when I got finished with the "physical"...took about half an hour...the last guy told me, "You're in pretty good shape for an old guy that obviously hasn't taken very good care of himself."

I laughed.

That man just don't know how right he is...