Tag: Rants

As most of you gits know. My brother is an IT guy, he does some pretty cool things with VOIP (Voice Over IP) and has been offered the opportunity to do the same in service as a civilian contractor…in IRAQ!!! My brother has some new goals (it seems to have creeped into both of us considering what I am planning for next year too), and in all truth, this little tour would set him at least five years ahead.

The Pros:
The money is INSANE…I mean so much that you totally disregard the fact that you’re going to a war zone to work.
The bennies are INSANE…so much that you again disregard the fact that you’re going to be in a war zone.

The Cons:
Umm…it’s a war zone. A place where Americans are intruders at best, and already in someone’s cross-hairs at worst. This is where I draw the line.
I have absolutely no desire to survive my brother. The tragedy will be far too great, and quite honestly, I don’t know if I keep what little serenity I have if losing someone that close.

What’s my opinion?

You wave $300k in someone’s face, they will do whatever the hell you want…usually without batting an eyelash. They will bat their eyelashes exactly twice if you’re asking them to risk life, but not asking them to do anything illegal. Two bats of an eyelash later….you’re in Iraq. I don’t want him to do it. I am tempted to sign on with him to make sure he’s stays okay, and I am honestly considering finding alternative methods of facilitating my brother’s business with my own $$$ just to get him to stay (not that any meager amounts of my own money would compare.) This whole thing has stressed me out to be truthful, I even took a half day off of work today to get my head clear and back on target (as much as someone with the attention span of a spastic monkey gets on track).

Anyhow, I have other shit to write about too that I need to vent so I will end this for now. Ciao!

-Tony

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you’re a great guy, but I don’t like you in that way.

This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we’re not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we’re going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired.

The greatest analogy in the world…;)

My buddy Kev, he loves the smell of Grand Marnier. At Greg’s B-Day he kept grabbing my fresh snifters of this nectar of the Gods and smelled it like it was intoxicating. Well, about the second or third time he does this, I just look at him like he’s crazy, and he’s says the following.

“I don’t know what it is man, I love the smell of Gramma in the morning.”
My inner wheels flare to life…I grab my Sansa, activate it, and ask Kevin to please repeat that.

So in the midst of everyone getting sloppy drunk and singing to karaoke, I now have proof that my buddy kevin is hip on the smell of grandma 😉

Will be posted here shortly!!!!