DECKSLIDE!!!!!
What happens when your in-laws tear down an old swing set, and give you a giant plastic green slide? Do you build a marvelous free standing fort in the back yard? No. You stick it on the deck. Hence…
Sh*t My Staff Says
Now, I could go and talk about all the awful things that happen at my job, get mad and all but what will that accomplish. It seems for all the crap I deal with running a small coffee shop, a true gem comes round from time to time bringing a smile to my face.
Cobra Clutch MothaF*ckas!!!!
More on that one in a few weeks!
This comes from the State of New York. My boss dropped this one on my desk to see if I could make any sense of the letter.
A notice of decision was previously sent to you on 11/17/2009 stating that the Workers’ Compensation Board would make a decision based on the evidence in file.
You are hereby notified that the action from the notice of 11/17/2009 will not be taken. You will recieve a notice of the new action to be taken in regard to this claim.
Well, um… I think it’s pretty obvious.
Sh*t My Staff Says: UPDATE!!
UPDATE!
I just recieved an email from the company where I bought my Will Smith action figure. They acknowledged the mistake and not only are sending me the right Will Smith Aciton Figure, but i get to keep the Bill Pulman Action Figure!!!!!!
Sh*t My Staff Says
Now, I could go and talk about all the awful things that happen at my job, get mad and all but what will that accomplish. It seems for all the crap I deal with running a small coffee shop, a true gem comes round from time to time bringing a smile to my face.
Most of my week was spent hiding in the basement, but on a trip to the bathroom I discover…
The olympics are over… Now what?
There’s something magical about the Olympics. The Winter Olympics provide hours of excitement watching complete strangers fight it out for gold, which is more than you can say for this bunch of strangers fighting it out.
From day one, I was sucked in, I’d watch any thing. Speed skating, heck yeah, snow boarding, you got it, curling, um… why not, women’s ice hockey… Oh hockey, I forgot about hockey. Sure, Sonja would be playing in the basement, and whack me with a mini hockey stick from time to time, but watching a game? I haven’t watched a hockey game in years. I watched the US women’s team, it was incredible hockey, the play in the game went uninterupted. High paced, constant movement, i haven’t seen a game like this in the NHL. The next day, I had a new mission. Find skates.
It started in Pre-K. My parents had me enrolled in a local private school that happened to have an ice rink. For gym class, we learned how to skate. This progressed into signing up for mites level hockey. Now, as much as it makes her cringe to this day, my mother was apparently the one who suggested that i play hockey.
Early on when my team needed a goalie, I volunteered. It stuck and soon my dad would be lugging me and all of my goalie gear aound the northeast. We had a lot of great times together and i’m sure Sonja will put me through the same with whatever her pasion will be. By the time college came around, with only youth and travel hockey experience, my future in the sport dimmed and so did my intrest. Till this year.
Twelve years off the ice, finding skates and ice time are foreign to me. I sought out a small hockey supply store the size of children’s bedroom just north of Saratoga. Inside I asked the owner if he had skates, he responded that he had nothing in my size, when I asked about him finding me goalie skates, suddenly he warmed and said “You didn’t say you were looking for goalie skates.” The curtain was lifted and I was escorted into the ‘VIP skate’ area. Apparently goalies are revered in the industry could it be a sign of respect, or perhaps it’s because of the cost of equipment and i look like a big dollar sign.
Got my skates, need some ice. After some resarch I went to a local rink for a public skate. Skating is just like riding a bike, except that somehow I forgot how to stop. I skated in circles for about a half hour, passing a lot of little kids, and some punks skating the wrong direction. What’s next, hockey? Well that’s my new problem. Time to find some pads. Guess I need a new project.
Sh*t my staff says
Now, I could go and talk about all the awful things that happen at my job, get mad and all but what will that accomplish. It seems for all the crap I deal with running a small coffee shop, a true gem comes round from time to time bringing a smile to my face.
Alot of things have been happening the last too weeks round these parts, unfortunately I’ve been too absorbed in the Olympics to filter out the gems. To give you a little entertainment for the day i leave you these…
Sh*t my staff says
Now, I could go and talk about all the awful things that happen at my job, get mad and all but what will that accomplish. It seems for all the crap I deal with running a small coffee shop, a true gem comes round from time to time bringing a smile to my face.
It’s amazing how society has been blessed by such technologies as text messaging and social networks like twitter and facebook. Well these technologies make excellent tools for getting work done.
Junk Mail?
A few weeks ago I had to buy some bed rail hangers for Sonja’s bed. It brought me to this site where upon ordering a few things, I unknowingly signed up for a few things. My name and address were now pooled with those of other great wood workers. Well, I have you know that when you are grouped with such elite members of society you get sent some cool stuff in the mail.
I’m sure everyone is familiar with the valpak coupons that mysteriously show up at you door step. With such great offering like, vinyl siding scams, address labels, and kitty checks, how could one not tear open that mailer. Well, in my mail this week, I recieved the “Products for Woodworkers” promotional envelope FTW!!! I shredded that thing open like a birthday card from grandma (yeah I said it, don’t tell me you’re not guilty of doing this) looking for the goodies inside. Well to my disapointment the deals inside were a bit disapointing, but the story they tell is a bit disturbing.
One thing I like to consider whenever I’m looking at advertising is it’s target audience. In this case, being a new member to this elite group of Americans, I thought what do advertisers think woodworkers are intrested in. Well, let me show you.
Sh*t my staff says
Now, I could go and talk about all the awful things that happen at my job, get mad and all but what will that accomplish. It seems for all the crap I deal with running a small coffee shop, a true gem comes round from time to time bringing a smile to my face.
Lateness is something I’m quite use to working in the food industry, especially one that starts so early in morning. Well, a few weeks back one staff member brought in a delicious dish of lasagna, and to my disapointment, this happened on my day off. I’ll have you know that there was significant backlash from that one. Well on Monday night this week, this same staff member found all the necessary ingredients sitting in his refridgerator. He also knew that he’d be up a little late that night so he made lasagna. Sure enough the next day, 8:00 rolls around and he is nowhere to be found. I make the call, he is barely awake on the phone, but gets on his way. Thirty minutes later he’s at work, that’s when I come up out of the office armed with a good bit about how mad i was (he seldom shows up late, and shows remorse, which is all you can really ask for mistakes happen from time to time, oh the rest of you reading this don’t quote me on that). I get up stairs, walk striaght up to him glaring him in the eye, then pow…
“Father daughter time”
As a kid, two types of toys dominated my youth. Legos, and Star Wars action figures. Star wars figures pretty much peaked after the release of Return of the Jedi, my sister and i had quite the collection. Well, all except for AT-AT walker, which i never had, but my friend Matt had, and i totally wish i had it, he probably lost it or something, or it was sold for a garage sale, his parents were into that sort of thing. Oh where was i? Oh yeah, star wars. So we had a whole slew of these toys which i would pick up at the “Junk Store” a random toy warehouse down the road from me. Eventually my love for them wained and i got more into legos than ever.
