Oh, poopie.
I just realized my sister’s in-laws can swoop in and buy outright my mother and father’s real estate.
I’ve spent hours examining the estate and the wills…and, not being a sentimental person, it’s pretty likely Big John (my father) will die in the next several months.
Even with the brain tumor, and the large (unburst) aneurysm, it’s very possible than my mom, Big Pat (she’s actually not “Big” but I think it’s funny, but I don’t mean to offend…I’m a tad chunky myself, as in could lose forty pounds and go to new york city and be a stud!)…we’re an odd family, since this is our own language. And I’m the only MSTie in the group! Well, maybe Uncle JJ O’Leary…but he…he stays where is…in downtown PDX. He knows what he did!
I don’t think I’m that stupid, but … I’d have to look at the documents again. And, yes, saying “I ain’t that stupid” is probably shorthand for “Yep, is dumb as rocks!” Not that bad but where’re my cans of sodium? See? Not that smart.
Smart enough to look over thd documents, and smart enough not to sign anything. And these are will and testaments, which my sister and I both will hire attorneys to scrutinize, And, BTW, I’m smarter than her. Tcheh. She got a mensa card. Big fricking whoop. You Triple-9? Oh, I forgot to ask, Ling Ling…how’ve you been keeping up with your Junior League projects. Oh, yeah, I know. Too bad, so sad.
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WTH, Natallya?
Seriously?
I know you’ve only been with our team of two-to-four people for maybe eight weeks.
Just can it with the “dynamic stretches” and that Reiki cult garbage. Yes, we know you’re used to “leading” a group of like a hundred 18 year-olds. And, frankly, I can watch you stretch. And I do like a moment of pause to TCB.
But you’re really going to count out, as in numbers, and dictate what we do?
Frankly, that’s insane for a group of two, three people who are adults and have been doing this job for a while.
It may be an HR mandate…but everybody’s going to make fun of it. Why? Because it’s potentially dangerous, physiologically, and it’s dumb.
Sure, push that stupid sh&t on some eighteen year olds working the night shift, but obviously we’re not doing that, and we’re laughing in your face,
Oh, and, AMZN, “Reiki” stretches? Yeah, we’re pretty sure the Reiki cult went dark a number of years ago. Might want to call your dynamic stretches something else. Said somebody six years ago or more.
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Really, the only reason I don’t drop down and start doing pushups is that I’d have to remove my vest…a lot of pens/pencils/radio/etc.*
However, I think I’m going to start when she starts her Reiki stretches. Just take my vest off and get my face on the floor.
That’s more useful to my than stretches I do all the time.
Mine being a physical job, I don’t “hit the gym, bro,” but I’d be shocked if I couldn’t crank out fifty in perfect form…maybe more (I hope more)…and then just start doing burpees.
Anything to shut that would-be Reiki cult leader the hell up.
Although, the amused acknowledgement by her boss of my “Eins, zwei, drei, vier!” probably should have given her a little clue that we’re not some 18-year-old clowns…frankly, she already knew that, but perhaps forgot, and maybe was a bit nervous being under observation.
Nah, she’s OK…she was just a bit nervous I guess and was sticking to the script she was used to.
- Oh, I forgot the other reason…I don’t really want to “get my face in the dirt, maggot, and give me twenty!”! No, I like pushups, but no so into doing a hundo pushups before starting to go do real work. One of the better body-weight exercises out there, and I “enjoy” cranking them out once in a while, but just to prove to myself I can do it, really.
