Evil toy monkey

Somthing just evil about this monkey. Don't know what it is. If you know please tell me.

Spinning your wheels and randomness

Arrrg I do love my job. Im good at it, but at the same time we do have a liberal return policy that does affect my income. In the past 2 days of work I have put in close to 24 hours. On Friday I have sold two units -- great day. Come Saturday morning I have 1.5 retuens from different customers. I worked from 9 am to 830 making up the difference. Just spinning my wheels going no where. During all of this the food that was catered in was all eaten by other sales people. Just a shitty day. There are days I wan t to stop and yell.-, but there are also days that I can just stop and give a person a hug for being nice too. Its a wash I suppose. You cant have peakes w/out a few valleys.
-- I slept til noon I must have needed it badly (so it was one before the clocks were set) -- I know the drinks the night before didnt help. But they felt good while I had em. Crashed out at 230 flippin channels. Woke up about 6am still in my shoes and jacket in front of the tube. Im actually going to take some time off for my self and rest. I say that every year , and just never do it.
--Take a deep breath , hold it. Take another customer. - Thats kinda been the mantra for a few days. It is a good job and I do like it.
--- All Hallows eve. My sister and her son are comming here this year for this. Should be a good time. My boy is going to be buzz or woody -- last min decision. I'll let her take him out .
---I feel hollow today. Niether happy nor sad just kind of just there. I think Im still tired, maybe a movie tonight or tomorrow.
Thats my weekend boys and girls-

Peace

Be good.

Thats the way my friend often ends her texts or chats w/ me. I should have listened, but in the end it turned out ok. My work had its big annual hoo haa party on Wed night , it was to say thanks on the companys top sales people. Yes even as a lost romantic I am a good sales person. So the company invites all the top people , corp heads and ceo's. Included in this party is a stay a the hotel. All in all very nice.
My down fall is that I am a flirt by nature. I have a partner in crime at work. She is Cuban and we often bounce customers that are spanish only to each other. So we are a source of income to each other as well. We often jokingky flirt at work. Thanks to my father (Mr. old school himself) I often call women Darling, hon , dear and babe. So after this dinner Ms Cuban comes over and we talk and laugh. Of Course I was a lil tipsy and we did speak in Spanish. At night actually 6am Ms cuban calles me to make sure I dont leave the hotel w/out her. Then again at 9am to be sure I remember. While this my seem like no big deal -- like a dork I /she did this in front of my wife. So my wife refered to her as my "girlfriend" when we took her (Ms Cuban) home.
We talked and no harm no foul --- Its all good and a misunderstanding. Even Ms Cuban ran up to me and appologized for ruining my marrige. I laughed and said it had problems to begin with so don't sweat it.

Some times I ask for trouble , sometimes it comes looking for me and others I simply fall in to it head first. My friend gave me a "non" scolding about me being stupid when I drink. Shes right and I even told her so. So I fixed what was not broken and its all good today. Tomorrow who the hells knows, let just see where the wind takes us.
Peace.

Was going to write somthing today. Just did' feel like it , so heres a monkey instead.  

Now its time for sock monkeys

Monkey Angel , Monkey devil. I'd party with both.

The vibe is all wrong..

Had a start to the day like any other day. Just a weird buzz in the air, like I wasn not in synch with my world. Woke up, too my boy to school. When I got there my door code would not work. They had to buzz me in like a guest. OK no prob. I go to work out and the place is crowded. I work out at 9:15 evey tues , thurs and Sunday. Usually there is just me and sometime one other lady there. When she IS there she put on Oprah on the tube. No big deal. Today there was like 6 people there. This does not sound like alot , but it is a small work out area. So I go jump rope in the basket ball court. That was a laugh, but a work out none the less. When I finished, i went upstairs and did my thing. I had to re do evey freaking machine. I expect to re do one or two as I go along , but EVERY ONE . Again no big deal. Dumbells set went great. Then I hit the scale , Im up 2 lbs over Sunday. While not a big deal to most. Mental thats a huge stumbling block. Probally water and a lil muscle gain. Again brush it off no big deal.
I jump in the shower when I get home some one had dropped my shampoo on the floor and the bottle had poured out and down the drain. Im a guy its not expensive stuff , but still down the drain. Jump out and shave. The blade is kinda dull so I pop it out into the trash and go look for a replacement. Like a jack ass I dont have a replacement. Again no big deal. Just skip the shave this morn. dress, eat off to work. One of the cars I was planning to sell this morning has been transfered out of state , because that state is on the East coast they were able to grab it before I started my day. Again no big deal just find another car for this person. Through out the day I have trouble with my passwords and geting in to a rythm with my customers. I had one that was sooo ready to buy a car, except he had no drivers licence, id , social security or a job. Another was also ready but his ex wife was on the trade in - he had not seen or spoke to her in 5 yreas and had no clue how to get a hold of her. So that deal died.
The no big deals were exactly that no big deals , they just all fell in line with each other. NOt a bad day just an off day. Im not bitching there are many worse days out there , this one was and felt very odd.

Im just waiting on a friend

We've all been there....

Death Truck

As part of my job somtimes I have to bring in cars from other locations. On Monday I brought in a car from a location in Ind. The drive there was horrible close to 3 hours. It was a nice ride in a caddy. The ride back was in a dodge ram , a five speed stick shift. The ride back I was doing about 80 through construction. I was just keeping up with traffic. I noticed traffic slowing so I went to down shift fron 5th to 4th. Then I saw it , a blown tire in the road. I swerved and bam in to a pothole the size of a buick. This was done in the same split second I was shifting. So I shifted gears from 5th at 80 to 2nd as I hit the pothole. The tire screeched in pain. I looked at my rear view mirror I saw the truck comming at me at about 70 . I slammed the truck in to 3rd and punched it . I changed lanes quickly and back in to 4th. ---- Almost crushed. Peace.

I had to change things in my Blog. These guys know the truth, and they will not talk. 

damn I owe you a monkey 

Per your request - 1 monkey.

Never fuck with a monkey in a Fez. Never!

I owe you one monkey

Is that a bannana in your pants or........

Killed a man with my bare hands once....

Well work was kind of slow today. I delt with three people all day long and they sucked. The better part was during my lunch break. A few of us were in the back room telling stories of almost dying and accidents. I think I won that part w/ my story (tell ya later) . This lead to a one up story telling time . Accidents - a person had a stranger die in his arms after an accident. So I decided tp up the ante a bit. I looked the square in the eyes and said " I killed a man with my bare hands once." . You could have heard a pin fall in that room. - The story starts -- I was meeting a friend in Iowa at his college for a weekend. She invited me to stay with her during home comming. There was lots of drinking and dancing. Some how I got seperated from her in the town , I was drunk and lost. I must have wandered in to a seedy part of town. I strolled in to a bar to ask for directions and the bar keep gave me them. So I started to walk off. First I walked in to an alley to piss the beers away. I was jumped by two men wanting my money. The first came at me so I hit him in the face with a beer bottle. He went down fast blood every where . The second pulled a knife and came at me. I didnt feel the knife cut across my belly. I grabbed him with one hand , knocked the knife away with the other. We dropped to the ground . I stated to hit him. Maybe it was the adrenaline maybe it was fear or the booze , but I could not stop hitting him. I crushed his face and throat with repeted blows. My eyes were full of tears as I beat this man to death. I got up and ran. I found my way to her dorm and she patched me up. The cut was not too bad, but I broke my hand. That would have to wait till I drove home in the morning. -- They were all in awe and horrified that I killed a man and left. Then I had to smile and say got ya. Man did they give me shit about that. - It was a good yarn tha I spun. -- I think when I showed them a scar that I do have across my belly that sinched the story. -- goodnight.

He wasn't always evil......

Evil monkeys in the closet of your heart.

Monkey bones.

ok i offered monkeys and sex. Tonight no sex, but all monkey bones