Do The Chicken?
She was up all night. It's normal, she works the midnight shift. I got home about 2345 last night. She woke shortly after. I took my after work shower while she drank some coffee. We talked for a bit, then I crashed. I got up a little after eight this morning, she was just coming in from an early morning run to the grocery store. The kitchen was immaculate, all the laundry was done.
We hung out, drank coffee and made fun of the dogs. She told our younger baby girl to get The Parrot out of his cage so he could hang out with us too. I gave the older baby girl a ride to the pharmacy, she's working nine 'til five today. The Parrot hung out on the counter, playing with the measuring spoons.
She's back at the store, more stuff needed for the eat fest that is this coming Thursday. We got our turkey yesterday, it was free. Her company gives out certificates for turkeys to all employees. They also have a payed holiday break from Thursday through next Tuesday. Monday is Opening Day, rifle/deer season here in Pennsylvania. It's big doin's and the schools are closed and most people don't go to work anyway. Most companies just give everyone the day off. I'm off too, down at The Dock.
The Christmas decorations will come down from the attic this week. She so loves Christmas. She so loves being home with her children, and me I guess, and the birds, and the dogs, and the music and the food. Christmas means it's time to bust out the Christmas With Elvis CD, along with all the other Christmas music, but Elvis is my favorite. No matter what ends up in the CD player, (It holds five CD's, it's an older model) Elvis is always there.
She has had several good days in a row now. She says she feels like, maybe, she's getting used to it. She is getting to be good friends with the new lady at The Plant. They really seem to hit off. They exchanged e-mail addresses. My wife ran in to her at the store this morning. She met her husband too, says he's a good guy. She says her friend's husband has gray hair in a ponytail, seems around my age, thinks maybe we'd get along too. That's cool.
She signed up for a Roth I.R.A. at her work. The Plant matches funds up to three percent, then a percentage after that. It works out to four dollars for every five, not bad. She said she gave the financial guy a hard time. I say so what, he's makin' money off of her hard earned dollars, he can answer her questions and deal with her healthy skepticism. She says she asked him what his cut was. She asked him what's in it for him. He's talkin' all about how great this is for her, like he's doing her a favor or something, so she called him on it. Good for her.
Too many people think they can pull that sales crap on you, win you over with their fake enthusiasm and practiced smile. Nothing wrong with this guy puttin' some scratch in his pocket when he signs people up for these deals, that's his job and he's got to earn a living too. Just don't act like it's anything more than that. Don't act like you've dedicated your life to helping press operators at the powdered metal plant secure a future in retirement for themselves. Nothing wrong with liking your job. He may actually feel that way. He may enjoy helping people out, but he ain't doin' it for nothing.
We have been scammed too many times. It's taken a while but we have figured out that you can't assume everyone else is coming from an honest place, just because you are. Maybe that's what they mean about, life begins at forty. You don't tolerate cheesy car salesmen. You despise insurance companies who take your money yet try their best to avoid holding up their end of the contract. Slick people wearing the business uniform, preying on the rest of us. If they can't, or won't answer a question then they don't get our business. If they want to get all offended, tough shit. If they want to get angry, then to quote Roscoe Rules from The Choir Boys;
"Knee drop 'em, and make 'em do the chicken".
Figuratively, or literally if need be................I'm still not sure what that means exactly, I just like the way it sounds.
Yeah, we are at a point in our lives where we don't have time to play games with stupid people. My wife has cancer. We don't know what's coming next. Try to get the most out of every day. Try to avoid stupid people, and if we can't then we take a stand.
It turns out that this financial advisor guy is a good guy, or seems to be at least, for now. He answered her questions. She said he was pretty straight forward with her. That's a good thing. Not enough of that in this world.
Hey Tommy. Yup, I heard that....I don't know if I'm going out to The Camp this year. I have to see what's going on, you know?.................Exactly bro.......That's exactly what I'm sayin'. She's too important. Like I was sayin' man, everythings changed......Man, I do so love this woman.........Yeah, catch you later.
We hung out, drank coffee and made fun of the dogs. She told our younger baby girl to get The Parrot out of his cage so he could hang out with us too. I gave the older baby girl a ride to the pharmacy, she's working nine 'til five today. The Parrot hung out on the counter, playing with the measuring spoons.
She's back at the store, more stuff needed for the eat fest that is this coming Thursday. We got our turkey yesterday, it was free. Her company gives out certificates for turkeys to all employees. They also have a payed holiday break from Thursday through next Tuesday. Monday is Opening Day, rifle/deer season here in Pennsylvania. It's big doin's and the schools are closed and most people don't go to work anyway. Most companies just give everyone the day off. I'm off too, down at The Dock.
The Christmas decorations will come down from the attic this week. She so loves Christmas. She so loves being home with her children, and me I guess, and the birds, and the dogs, and the music and the food. Christmas means it's time to bust out the Christmas With Elvis CD, along with all the other Christmas music, but Elvis is my favorite. No matter what ends up in the CD player, (It holds five CD's, it's an older model) Elvis is always there.
She has had several good days in a row now. She says she feels like, maybe, she's getting used to it. She is getting to be good friends with the new lady at The Plant. They really seem to hit off. They exchanged e-mail addresses. My wife ran in to her at the store this morning. She met her husband too, says he's a good guy. She says her friend's husband has gray hair in a ponytail, seems around my age, thinks maybe we'd get along too. That's cool.
She signed up for a Roth I.R.A. at her work. The Plant matches funds up to three percent, then a percentage after that. It works out to four dollars for every five, not bad. She said she gave the financial guy a hard time. I say so what, he's makin' money off of her hard earned dollars, he can answer her questions and deal with her healthy skepticism. She says she asked him what his cut was. She asked him what's in it for him. He's talkin' all about how great this is for her, like he's doing her a favor or something, so she called him on it. Good for her.
Too many people think they can pull that sales crap on you, win you over with their fake enthusiasm and practiced smile. Nothing wrong with this guy puttin' some scratch in his pocket when he signs people up for these deals, that's his job and he's got to earn a living too. Just don't act like it's anything more than that. Don't act like you've dedicated your life to helping press operators at the powdered metal plant secure a future in retirement for themselves. Nothing wrong with liking your job. He may actually feel that way. He may enjoy helping people out, but he ain't doin' it for nothing.
We have been scammed too many times. It's taken a while but we have figured out that you can't assume everyone else is coming from an honest place, just because you are. Maybe that's what they mean about, life begins at forty. You don't tolerate cheesy car salesmen. You despise insurance companies who take your money yet try their best to avoid holding up their end of the contract. Slick people wearing the business uniform, preying on the rest of us. If they can't, or won't answer a question then they don't get our business. If they want to get all offended, tough shit. If they want to get angry, then to quote Roscoe Rules from The Choir Boys;
"Knee drop 'em, and make 'em do the chicken".
Figuratively, or literally if need be................I'm still not sure what that means exactly, I just like the way it sounds.
Yeah, we are at a point in our lives where we don't have time to play games with stupid people. My wife has cancer. We don't know what's coming next. Try to get the most out of every day. Try to avoid stupid people, and if we can't then we take a stand.
It turns out that this financial advisor guy is a good guy, or seems to be at least, for now. He answered her questions. She said he was pretty straight forward with her. That's a good thing. Not enough of that in this world.
Hey Tommy. Yup, I heard that....I don't know if I'm going out to The Camp this year. I have to see what's going on, you know?.................Exactly bro.......That's exactly what I'm sayin'. She's too important. Like I was sayin' man, everythings changed......Man, I do so love this woman.........Yeah, catch you later.
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