I have a dream.

In this year of Presidential elections and heated debates I think we need a new kind of candidate.

I would sum up his/ her agenda as I would hope he/she would run his/her campaign.

No bullshit.

Could you imagine a campaign with no bullshit? No candidates sniping at each other and making big deals out of nothing while ignoring the real issues that will have to be dealt with.

Debates would actually teach us something about each candidate and news would have a lot less to talk about during the campaign.

Political ads would be forced to be honest and to the point, saving contributors millions and viewers from changing the channel during each commercial break.

Due to the nature of men and the way people behave, I will see this happen when monkeys fly outta my butt while singing popular movie songs.

Sigh.

But I can dream…..

Don't do this. Trust me.

Please welcome me back to the land of the living.

I have been sick since the middle of last month. Not just a lingering cold kind of thing, but a body shaking, trembling, wet cough, accompanying fevers and other terrible symptoms kind of thing.

The worse part is that I really did not know how sick I was. I just toughed it out and did what I thought needed to be done. Went to work, did the laundry, and a lot of other things that I should not have done.

Sometimes I am a stupid bastard.

I was so sick and wallowing in self pity that I forgot to wish the lovely Mrs. Troll a happy birthday, sentencing me to at least one year of guilt trips and other indignities. (I do love to travel)

If you have any kind of significant other in your life, please do not be as stupid as me and forget a birthday. Even Trolls should not get away with such boorish behavior.

I probably need this....

I really do love my job......

It’s just the retarded bastards that I have to work with that make me want to become a homicidal maniac.

Last Friday, one of the electricians told me that he needed me to move some of my material so he could do his work. I got loud.

When I am forced to deal with retarded people, I get loud. It is like when Americans vacation in other countries and think that talking loudly and slowly to people that do not speak English will magically bridge the language barrier. Somehow I believe that speaking loudly will magically bridge the retarded barrier and the light will come on and bring common sense to the unenlightened.

Fat chance on that one, but I am still trying.

The material that he wants moved is two full semi loads of custom-made finished woodwork. We are not talking a few boxes of stuff or a couple of piles of things, we are talking hundreds of individual pieces of specially made fragile panels. We are talking roughly 10000 square feet of stained and finished pine ceiling panels. Each one of these is hand made to rather precise specifications and somewhat fragile.

The best part is that I have been telling his boss for months that we have to take over this space and that he needs to be certain that everything is done over this space before we put our woodwork there. His boss obviously did not listen or care.

Now in their opinion it is my responsibility to move things that are in their way. I do not share this opinion.

I just cannot understand how people who do this kind of thing for a living can be so oblivious to what is actually going on. These same electricians were told that once our material is installed on the ceiling that they will have no access to anything above.

We caught two of them hanging from framing twenty two feet in the air, above our installed product, trying to run wire that we were told was done over a month ago. This framing was never designed to hold a man’s weight. It is intended solely to support the woodwork. Even the lights hang on wires that go all the way to the roof. Yet these gifted individuals think that it is OK to climb up there to trust their lives to two screws and a piece of wire.

Good luck with that. Gravity works, it’s the law.

This whole job has been like that, people telling other people things that are just not true, then coming back and trying to reinvent the wheel in order to fix the thing that was supposedly done in the first place.

I DO love my job…….(see above)( wash, rinse, repeat)