The angel is telling me to go in now, and get it out of the way. Otherwise it’ll be hanging over my head all weekend, and I’ll just dread it and bitch and make everybody’s lives miserable.
But the devil is saying I deserve a break, and Saturday afternoon would be a perfect spot — two days in the murky and distant future — for the overtime. The devil, I’ve learned, tells me the things I want to hear.
I’m probably going to go in today, but nothing is set in stone. The situation is dynamic, and could tip either way. I’ve got a “fukkit” chambered, but am currently leaning toward not pulling the trigger on it. What would you do?
I worked until 2:30 this morning, and got up a couple of hours ago. So, I haven’t had a chance to thank you guys for your donations to the Surf Report cause. I will do that via email, but wanted to mention it here, as well. Thank you! It helps a great deal. In fact, you guys really pulled my chestnuts out of the fire this time. Much appreciated.
Donations of “beer money” are always accepted, of course, and here’s the page. But there are other ways of supporting the site, which don’t involve cold hard cash. Here are a couple of good ones:
- Always click through one of our Amazon links before making a purchase there. It costs you nothing extra, but I receive a percentage of whatever you spend. For instance, somebody (I can’t see names, or anything like that) bought this thermostat a few days ago, after going through a WVSR link, and $15 was credited to my account. Pretty cool, huh? Any Amazon link on the site will work, including Now Playing in the Bunker, at the end of every post. PLEASE remember to use our links while doing your holiday shopping this year.
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And now we’ll close out the category with goofiness…
The most recent text message sent from my phone: “There’s almost nobody here, yet somebody is shitting up the men’s room!” That went to Toney, and I’m sure she appreciated it. What’s your most recent outgoing text? Please tell us about it in the comments section. No need to provide context, they’re funnier without it.
My lips are super-chapped. I think I look like a Russian all of a sudden. But I’ve never used ChapStick, or anything like that. Not once, in my life. And I won’t be starting today, either. Call me crazy, but I don’t like the idea of walking around looking like I just polished off a pork chop, and forgot to wipe my mouth. No, I’ll just ride it out, and tell everyone my name is Vladimir. Screw it.
And I guess I’m going to go now. I think I’ll go over to Moe’s, ingest a Nerf football-sized burrito, and contemplate the five hours of overtime. I do all my best thinking over a three-pound edible bag of food.
Regardless of what I decide, I’ll be back tomorrow with something that’s hopefully a little more link-worthy.
See you guys then!