The Douchetard 

A couple of you, the few who are my friends on Facebook, know that I got a talking to at work yesterday because I called someone a douchetard. What I haven’t told yet is the story behind it. Yes, there is a story behind it. I don’t go calling people names for no reason…. usually. 

Anyway…

About a week ago, Baby E made me a bracelet at preschool. It’s a beaded thing with all different colors on it. She was so proud of it when she brought it home. The way her eyes lit up was magical. 

I would wear it around the house for her those first few days. Then, she started asking me to wear it to work. I didn’t really want to. Not because I didn’t want to wear it, but because I lift and move boxes all day. It’s not a sturdy thing abd I was afraid that it would break if I wore it to work. Eventually, her persistent nagging  (just like her mother…uhh, love you baby!) wore me down and I promised her I’d wear it at work.

Yesterday, I was showing a temp worker what to do. After a few minutes, he asked me about the bracelet. I told him that my daughter made it for me and I promised I’d wear it. He replied, “It’s stupid of you to wear it. It not like she knows whether or not you’re wearing it.”

As tempted as I was to slap the dumbass, I kept myself in check… for the most part. I explained, “It doesn’t matter that she can’t see if I’m wearing it. I told her I would, so I’m going to. It makes her happy and her happiness is a lot more important to me than the opinion of some idiotic douchetard.”

I turned and walked away before he said anything else to me. He went straight to my team lead and told on me. That lead to my team lead asking me if I did, in fact, call the guy a douchetard. I confirmed that I had.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Calling someone that is inappropriate workplace behavior.”

“So is acting like a douchetard, but I don’t see you talking to him.”

That was when he laughed a little and told me that he was only talking to me for appearances sake. He didn’t like the guy’s attitude either, but he had to pretend to yell at me so the guy didn’t go running back to the temp agency claiming that we mistreated their employees. 

I can understand that. Plus, as a bonus, I was no longer allowed to be around that guy anymore… which ended up being about another hour after that conversation. Apparently, he gave the same attitude he gave me to the owner’s son (not knowing who he was). He was promptly told to leave.

Ahhh, karma…

4 Word Story

Let’s face it, most of the things on Facebook aren’t worth looking at. My feed is usually a bunch of recipes I’ll never use, videos that other people think are funny (but aren’t), or memes that are misses about half the time. I’m guilty of it too. My posts are usually about football, random thoughts that pop into my head, or pictures of Baby E (so my out of town family can see her). Other than the pictures, my posts are pretty much worthless.

A couple of weeks ago, I came acoss something that I found interesting. It was a picture that said, “Write the saddest story you can think of in just 4 words”. I found this to be oddly challenging. After all, 4 words isn’t really enough to tell a proper story. I read through the comments and saw that most people had put something up about death. It was usually something along the lines of “My loved one died”.

While I will admit that a loved one dying is indeed one of the saddest, if not the saddest, things that can happen, I wasn’t going to go in that direction. I don’t like doing things that everyone else is doing. So, I had to come up with something new.

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Bleh

A few months ago, I told you all about a story I was going to write. It was to be written in script form in hopes that,  one day, I could get it turned into a comic book. I was very excited about it. There was a plan and everything.

Originally, I was wanting to take an already established hero that I thought was either, in my opinion, not very good or not very powerful and write a story that turned them into a badass. It was just supposed to be a little fanfic for me to post on this here blog.

When I couldn’t think of one I wanted to do, I decided to reach back and pick one that I had made up years ago that I thought would work. As the story came together in my mind, I thought that since I was using my own characters, I might as well try to get it published. I would love to have one of my stories published in a comic book. So, that’s when I started writing it in script form.

(I know that anyone who has read my old posts would know all that already, but it seemed like less work to summarize those posts than to link them for the people that haven’t. Sorry.)

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Merry Holiday Times and a Happy Calendar Changing

I just wanted to tell everyone that I hope you all had a great Christmas, whether you actually celebrated the holiday, or not.

Before you ask, mine was pretty good…until I started feeling like crap on Christmas Day. Thankfully, I didn’t start feeling bad until after we finished our festivities with Mrs. Revis’ family that morning (We do Christmas with my family on Christmas Eve). I ended up going to the doctor on Friday and she informed me that I had the flu. Unfortunately, it’s the gift that keeps on giving as now Baby E has been up all night coughing. So, now I’m home from work again because I’m still not feeling well and I’m trying to keep my daughter’s spirits up as she’s sick. I feel a heavy dose of “Doo Doo” coming my way. Ugh…. Continue reading

Up and Running

Well, everyone, after a month (or so) of no internet at home, I finally got it back. Hopefully, that means I’ll be able to post more regularly. It sure is a hell of a lot easier to do from home than it is having to run up to either my brother’s house or the library to post things.

Anyways, I’ve got some new Sceptre of Chaos coming, new Versus, and anything else that may pop into my head.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

The Future Is Bleak

I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: After seeing the next generation, I fear for the world.

For example, a little bit away from my house, there’s a street called Birch. Every time I drive past it, it brings my fear for the future back. Here’s why:…..it still says Birch.

Some of you may be thinking, “Why is that worrisome?” I’ll tell you why. Most areas (At least, most of the areas that I’ve been to anyways) have their street signs in all capital letters. So, most of the time, it would read BIRCH. In my area, the street signs only have the first letter capitalized. That means it says Birch. Continue reading

My Blog

As most, if not all, of you are aware of, there have been changes made at Stuphblog. Because of this, I will no longer be posting there. From now on, I will only be posting here (Well, until Matticus and I start another story, anyways. Then, I’ll occasionally be posting at the Kingdom).

To be honest, it’s probably for the best this way. Don’t get me wrong, I loved having a blog with my brother and Jaded, but Stuphblog never felt like it was mine. To me, it was always my brother’s place and I just hung out there from time to time. No matter how much he tried telling me that this wasn’t the case, I always felt like an outsider there.

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