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Working in the Twilight Zone, Elton John, and the Worst Smells Ever

April 22, 2011 By Jeff 127 Comments

Have you ever been so tired you felt like you might puke?  That’s the way it was for me, yesterday.  I was asked to provide “support” for day shift on Thursday, and it almost cooled me.

The problem, you see, is that I worked until 1:30 on Wednesday night/Thursday morning, slept for about three hours, and was right back in there.  And since day shift is so short-handed at the moment, I had to get down in the trenches and work.  I couldn’t just stand around with a knowing expression, and offer “suggestions.”

It was surreal.  I was having some kind of weird out-of-body experience.  I was there, working, but it didn’t feel real.  And since I’m never there during the day, literally never, I didn’t know anyone.  I was in a place that couldn’t be any more familiar, yet all the people there were strangers.

All of it had a pronounced Rod Serling feel to it.  And when I was preparing to leave, my boss thanked me and I told her I probably wouldn’t remember any of it.  And it’s true.  It doesn’t feel like it actually happened.  It seems more like a dream than reality.

While driving home I got stuck in a construction zone-fueled traffic jam on Interstate 81, and started nodding off while I waited.  It was like Sid and Nancy for a few minutes, and I had to roll down the windows and turn up some Thin Lizzy, to stave off a full nod-out.

I stopped at McDonald’s for a $2 Filet-O-Fish, ate it at my dining room table, and promptly fell asleep on the couch.  I wanted to try to write an update, since I’ve been AWOL again, but I would’ve just sat in front of the computer drooling into the keyboard.

Toney woke me up for dinner, and we tried to watch something on TV afterward.  But I was out again.  Just sleeping like a sumbitch.  Around ten I summoned enough energy to drag my big ass upstairs, and went to bed.  And I snoozed straight through until 9 a.m.

Never again.  That crap nearly killed me.  Next week they’re going to be short-handed again, but I think I’m going to have to say no.  I don’t mind helping out, but I’m too old for that kind of shit.  Heck, when I was 23 I was too old for that kind of shit.  Crazy.

Tonight we’re going to see Elton John in Wilkes-Barre.  Should be fun.  I love Elton’s ’70s material, and he apparently performs a lot of that stuff.  I’m looking forward to it.

The boys are going with us, and it’ll be interesting to get their perspective.  They’re familiar with the greatest hits, since I like to play those CDs on long car trips, so they might like it.  We’ll see how it goes.

The books arrived yesterday, the ones I’m going to sign and send to you folks who ordered personalized copies.  The cartons are piled up in our living room, and I’ll get into them, as soon as possible.  It’s a little intimidating, and I get a queasy feeling in my stomach every time I walk past the mountain.  But I’ll get ’em done.  It’ll probably be fun, once I get started.  And the Yuengling will help, of course.

Also, Crossroads Road is now available in the Kindle Store in Germany.  Amazon sent me an email yesterday, informing me of this fact.  Weird, huh?  I’m picturing a blonde-haired woman with pigtails, seated in front of a giant mug of beer, reading about Sunshine.  I like it!

Finally, someone at work told me a story earlier in the week, about a “big fat man” he encountered outside a convenience store.  He said the dude was sitting in a car with the window rolled down, and when he walked past he smelled a thick stew of “shit, piss, and body odor.”

And as he continued with the tale, he started gagging, just thinking about it.  I was laughing my ass off.  He wasn’t playing it up, he was genuinely disgusted anew.  I thought he might puke, which I enjoyed a great deal.

For a Question, I’d like to know about the worst thing you’ve ever smelled.  Is there one experience that jumps straight to the top of the list?  If so, we need to know all the details.

And if you don’t have anything on powerful funks… how about the times you’ve been so tired you were nearly sick?  What was it all about?  Use the comments link below.

I’ll see you guys again next time.  Sorry for these absences… Believe me, it bugs the crap out of me. I hate to miss a weekday, and two makes me nuts.  But hopefully we’re back on track.

Have a great weekend!

Now playing in the bunker

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  1. johnthebasket says

    April 24, 2011 at 2:14 pm

    No idea how many Reporters check out the new Facebook followers as they come across the ticker, but Tabby needs a new collection of interests. Just a tip for you young single guys out there.

    jtb

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    • Chuck in Belpre says

      April 24, 2011 at 4:37 pm

      Frankly, Tabby frightens me a little. I get the feeling maybe her father made one too many excursions into Cambodia about 1970 or so. Just sayin’.

      Reply
      • johnthebasket says

        April 24, 2011 at 5:16 pm

        But she likes Patsy Cline. So there IS some hope amid the killing fields.

        jtb

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        • johnthebasket says

          April 24, 2011 at 11:13 pm

          Although I will stipulate that her Charlie Manson eyes sort of go with the John Wayne Gacy hobby. Dammit, Chuck, now you have me a little nervous.

          jtb

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        • Ed says

          April 24, 2011 at 11:19 pm

          I’m gonna guess that she only likes Patsy because she is dead.

          Reply
  2. johnthebasket says

    April 24, 2011 at 2:17 pm

    While I’m pimpin’ I’d like to call your attention to Rod Serling. If you are unfamiliar with his abbreviated, highway to Hell life, you should inform yourself by checking out his Wikipedia bio. Just a suggestion…

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rod_Serling

    jtb

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    • Ed says

      April 24, 2011 at 11:03 pm

      Interesting…

      Reply
  3. johnthebasket says

    April 24, 2011 at 3:27 pm

    And if you enjoy seeing attractive women musicians slightly stoned, you might consider this. Yes, I love the Go Gos. Why do you ask, Two-Dogs-Fucking?

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nueQ3viJNg8&NR=1

    jtb

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    • Knucklehead says

      April 25, 2011 at 12:58 am

      I almost spit out my coffee.

      My husband and I always us that “Two-Dogs-Fucking” line. Classic.

      Reply
  4. Garrett - g1g3m says

    April 24, 2011 at 8:16 pm

    You know that Mythbusters episode where they put the dead pig in the car for 4 months and then tried to clean the car? Just seeing that liquefied carcass and the crew’s reaction was enough to make me throw up. I’ve gutted and dressed most kinds of animal you could think of, and just seeing the horrible reactions of these guys made me hurl.

    Some episodes of Hoarders almost does the same thing to me….

    Reply
  5. Sponge says

    April 26, 2011 at 8:35 pm

    Late onto this one, but I had to post anyway. A New Jersey Piney worked at the farm I was working at, and he ate a whole clove of garlic every day. He smelled horrible! You could smell him 20 feet away. Whenever you drove in a truck with him, you had to open the window, or die! Even when it was 0 degrees out (it was a cold winter).

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