Just In Case

Yesterday was the most gorgeous day we've had in Pittsburgh weather-wise since EVER. I actually sneaked (snuck?) away from my family and the Steeler game to go for a short walk that turned into a LONG walk so I could take some photos of the autumn beauty. In case anyone other than Minnow reads this, I thought I'd post some of my favorites for your enjoyment. But I know only Native Minnow reads this, so Native Minnow, please forgive the redundancy from my Facebook page. :)

P.S. For anyone out there who may be questioning the existence of God, you may wish to view the following while listening to Def Leppard's greatest hits album (Vault). It's all the proof you'll ever need. No need to thank me (although don't get me wrong, I'd certainly love to hear from you).

Peace & all things lovely, ~M1L

There's no crying in property management

So my boss groveled and played upon my guilt and fear and I ended up agreeing to stay for the time being. I'm so sick about this topic that I don't really feel like talking about it or boring one more single person with it, but I didn't want to leave you hanging, because I know several of you were out there waiting to hear about the outcome with baited breath. So the end result is that my pig-bitch co-worker has the distinct honor of being the only employee in our company's 20 year history to have a disciplinary warning in her newly-created personnel file. Exhale, my friends. Everything's gonna be alright.

I quit. I... I think I quit.

So I quit my job on Friday morning. Yes, I'm serious. One of my co-workers is an abusive pain in my ass and I've had it. I've pretty much kept it to myself and just dealt with her snottiness for years, but on Friday, it actually interfered with my ability to do my job. My boss knew about it and seemingly refused to address it which both hurt and angered me. He told me to go home for the day (supposedly to "cool off") and I told him I quit.

My boss had two of my friends/co-workers call me and try to talk me out of it to no avail. He subsequently called me on Friday evening and I wouldn't pick up the call. He left me a message on Friday night asking me to call him back. I didn't.

I sent him an e-mail on Saturday afternoon saying I'd be in on Monday morning to clean out my personal belongings. An hour later he sent me an apologetic e-mail asking me to reconsider and talk to him tomorrow morning about the situation when I go in. I agreed. I still think nothing will be done, as I have a few very specific conditions that must be adhered to if I am ever going to return.

It should be interesting and I'll let you know how the showdown goes. My guess is that I will be filing for unemployment benefits on Tuesday. In the meantime, I tried to enjoy the beautiful autumn weather and Steelers win against the Browns. Regrettably, I still have no photos of Steelers garb...only these beauties from North Park. As I've only the shown the ugly view from my ugly office thus far, I feel it's my duty to share some of the finer views around the place from whence I've come. Post-apocalyptic, my butt. :)

For Minnow Only...Screw the Rest of You Non-Readers

It appears you are currently on the road, but I'm finally getting around to uploading these beautiful pictures I took of lovely Pittsburgh, PA. I love many things about Pittsburgh, truly, but now you will likely understand why the environment occasionally pleads with me to slit my throat. This is the view outside my office window:



















Then this was the view from the car on my way home:



I know I forgot the mandatory Steeler garb. Next time.

Totally unrelated P.S. and speaking of fat ones: A few years ago, a co-worker and I once simultaneously created e-Harmony accounts for kicks. You may be shocked by this, but our scientifically selected highly compatible "soul mates" happened to be pretty much all the same guys. Funny because she and I couldn't be more different and she's also about 7 years older than I am, to boot. We both once had match from a guy who said in his profile that he didn't like overweight women or hypocrites. His photo was taken while sitting on a huge tractor with his ass pouring out of both sides the seat. He was wearing overalls, weighed at least 300 pounds, and looked like he was the long lost son of Junior Samples from Hee Haw and one of the sows from the set. I'd like to think it was a joke, but I'm about 99.9% sure it wasn't. I thought about meeting him and some of the other clowns on there and writing a book about it, but since I had neither a black belt in karate, nor a good can of mace at the time, I sort of scrapped the idea.



Fond regards ~M1L

I can ride and wield a blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.

I've been thinking of getting this tattoo on my ankle/foot for close to a year now. What are your thoughts? Should I go for it? Hot or not? Honestly.




I kinda fear permanency, but that's why I kinda think I should do it. What's another 40 years or so, really?