Work, Work, and More Work.

Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes, stop for one. Print for two minutes stop for one. Two hundred and twenty one sheets of paper printed. Manually clean the blanket and then run nine print cleaner sheets. Repeat 125 more times. Two weeks and 30,000 sheets later perhaps this job will be over soon.

But as everyone has tried to hammer into my head for the past few years...I should just be thankful I have a job, right?

Right.

That's probably true and all, but it's not how I like to think. This is where I should probably start ranting about the state of the economy and many of the things that took place to get to where we are nowadays, but I have no interest in that at the present moment. I'm just going to continue on 55 sheets a time, just like Sammy Hagar would do, except I will mix it up a bit by printing the cleaner sheets before manually cleaning off the blanket. It's good to change things up every now and again, so the relentless monotony of printing erodes my brain a bit slower than usual. Cranking this Journey song will help with that as well.

"Feelin' That Way!"



So this is what I've been doing all week long and the week before and for a few weeks before that. The press has not been working correctly for about a month and a half and the service folk can't seem to figure out what's wrong. What's wrong is that we have this press that is ten or twelve years old and needs to be put to rest. Don't get me wrong, 6199 and I have had lots of good times together, but at some point one of us is going to have to go, and as you all know, that's probably not going to be me, what with my precise lack of focus and direction.

"Oooohhhhh anytime that you want me, oooohhhh anytime that you want me."

And not surprisingly, the Loop follows up that one with Cheap Trick's I Want You to Want Me. Not that I'm complaining, but pretty easy lyrical transition there rock station. And with that, all of my printing focus for this blog has been shattered, much like the virgin status of all the teen girls who lost it to this song back in 1977.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, now touch me baby...can't you see that I am not afraid."

Apparently the Loop DJ is either getting blown in the studio or he's doing his best to increase teen pregnancy rates in the Chicagoland area. Either way I appreciate the effort he's putting forth.

That is all. 

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Alright it's been long enough. Time to once again write about nothing, I know you've all been patiently waiting for new content, so here you are. Disappointment forthcoming my friends as I really don't have much to write. Fortunately I've got some fortunes to throw out so here we go...

Behind an able man, there are always other able men. 
This is too gay for me to comment on.

You have an unusually magnetic personality. 
Pretty sure I received someone else's fortune cookie by mistake. No doubt it was one of my roommate's as they're all about eating Chinese food, but very rarely do they indulge in the sweet delight of the cookie. Too bad for them, as they're also missing out on these rare insights. But on the off chance it was meant for me...ahhh...that's way too farfetched for me to even pretend, but perhaps they're referring to a magnetic personality in the case of two magnets repelling each other? That makes a bit more sense.

There is a prospect of a thrilling time ahead for you. 
Now this is definitely true at the moment. Not sure what you kids are doing for the rest of the week, but I'll be heading down to St. Louis in a day and a half to visit with my good friend Tim. Now surely that's enough excitement for most people, but we're not quite done as Thursday night we're going to see the greatest heavy metal band of all time, Judas Priest! I'm not sure if Tim has ever seen them live now that I think about it. It would be a shame if he hasn't already, but I can guarantee he will not be disappointed. Anyway heading back to Chicago the next day on the ol' Amtrak and then also going to see Priest here in Chicago on Saturday night. Honestly, I'm not sure if there could be a better weekend as far as excitement is concerned. Now maybe you're thinking to yourself that this certainly wouldn't be your cup of tea, but that's only because you're stupid and lame. There I said it. Somebody had to.

Good beginning is half done. 
Not sure what to write about this one. Think I had a similar fortune bestowed upon me by these Chinese fortune tellers last time, but not sure what I wrote. Good beginning is half done. Sounds to me like this blog post, but I'm not even convinced it was a good beginning. How about average beginning is hardly done at all, so get back at it and try to do something worthwhile for once? I'm guessing most people might not like that fortune all that much, but it's probably more worthwhile than some of these cookie stuffings.

You're talents will prove to be especially useful this week. 
Again, very true, very true. My air guitar mastery will be on display for several hours this weekend for all to enjoy. Surely I can shred better and faster than that fat dude one row over with the bald(er) spot and the hooker girlfriend. What other talents in my possession will be useful you ask? No idea. Work is busy, and I haven't been slacking, so that printing talent is certainly beneficial to my employer. Too bad for them that I won't be in the office until Monday after I finish up tomorrow night. I'm sure my replacement can continue the work I've started and I'm sure once I get back I'll be finishing it all up. That's what I get paid for, so that's what I'll be doing.

Your present plans are going to succeed. 
Alright this is just a blatant falsehood, as I have no present plans and I know they're not talking about my going to see Priest this weekend. I specifically made sure to be alive for such an event as this and I'll be damned if some jackass fortune teller is going to...wait a second, it says the plans will succeed. My bad. Apparently I'm good at typing out fortunes, but not so great at recalling what it was that I just typed. Anyway, yes,  my plans will succeed for this weekend. However, one caveat, as I don't really know when I opened up this fortune, so whether those present plans succeeded or not, I have no way of knowing. And damnit...that was another sneeze and perhaps my immune system is feeling a bit compromised at the moment. Not at all interested in such a situation. Cold-Eeze has entered my mouth cavity in case you were curious. Tastes lemony and zincy all at the same time.

Well that's all I have for the moment. Still plenty more fortunes to write about, but we all have to call it quits at some point. Hopefully there aren't all that many typos or other mistakes here in this blog post, as I don't really feel like going back to check. Take care my friends.