3 Cheers for Reasonable Success!

WHATTHEFUCKISTHISSHIT?! WHOTHEFUCKDESIGNEDTHISGARBAGE?! IMGOINGTOFUCKINGKILLTHEM!!!!
-"Spoken" to a particularly difficult, rusted-out fixture. Right as my security guard escort walked up behind me.


Report for the Field, Tuesday
Today was an OK day, all said and done. While I didn't lead the team (or even really come close), I still managed to put in a solid 553 lamps. A bit surprising, considering all the weak-shit 2-lamp fixtures I got stuck with after my lunch break. When combined with the 530 from yesterday (Yes 530. Turns out I miscounted when I made my last post), that puts me roughly 73 limes ahead of my hourly equivalent. Not too shabby, I'd say.

You many have noticed a lack of "WTF for science." Well, that's because most of tonight's work was done in the dental ward. Sadly, there just isn't that much craziness to be had, there. There was one fun thing, though: You know how most labs have taps for natural gas? Well, the majority of rooms in the dental ward have N2O taps. That's right, the ward is plumbed for laughing gas. I was so very tempted to accidentally bump into one of those nozzles.

So far, there's still no word on whether or not my crew will be authorized to work on Fridays. I'm still hopeful, but I'm certainly not holding my breath. The administrative powers (both on my company's, and the facility's side) have proven themselves to be pretty unreliable. That being said, people can only stall over one subject for so long. Sooner or later, they have to come to some sort of agreement. My only concern is that by the time they work something out, the project might be mostly over.

On a completely unrelated note, a new chapter has begun in my relamping adventure. My fraternity is hosting a charity event on the weekend after Halloween. I really would like to be there, as I really enjoyed the event last time, and ended up raising a not-insignificant amount of money.

The event is called Extra Life for Kids (ELFK), and is essentially a 36 hour, non-stop video game marathon. For the kids. Like any other marathon, participants get people to pledge a certain amount of money per hour played. Alternatively, sponsors can also set out specific goals or milestones (Have 4 people play a full game of Borderlands, start to finish), and pay based on events completed. A 36-hour gaming binge sounds like just playing around at first, but I assure you it is legitimately difficult. I was one of only a handful of people to actually finish it, last year, and I was extremely fired at the end.

The trouble with this event, though, is the date. The weekend that it is occurring on looks like it's going take place 1 week into my next deployment to Texas. While I do have time off saved up, I don't know how willing the company will be to fly me all the way home to Atlanta for the weekend, just so I can use 1 or 2 of my payed holidays. (Monday and perhaps Tuesday, for recovery). I have contacted both my manager, and my manager's manager. They both told me that my proposed time off is withing the realm of possibility, but they can't promise me anything yet. I'll keep you guys updated as events unfold.

About the Author
I'm running a bit behind this morning, so instead of actually writing something here, I'll just give you a list of topics that I plan on covering in the future (in no particular order):
1) Religion
2) Furries
3) Hobbies
4) Sexuality
I'll probably be throwing some rants in, here and there, but those are the primary things I intend to cover over the next few days. Until then, this is your favorite, surprisingly energetic, increasingly better payed, and decreasingly sane ottah-fawks wishing you a good morning, good afternoon, or good night.

P.S. My friend Nick sent me this song, the other day. It is the very definition of awesome.