(left to right)Top Row: BJ(family friend), Johnny(my kid), Stephen(my kid)
Bottom Row: Alexa(not my kid,and quite unhappy looking might I add), Melissa(my kid), Joey(BJ's kid), Quasimodo(me).

My friend and one time boss Dan Moore's last day is today.

Its so crappy to work here, he just up and put in his notice.

I wish I had the balls to do that...Instead of just slaving to the man.

Dan Moore I salute you.

You will be much missed.

Yay me.

Looks like Im getting administrative rights to all servers housing print drivers. So I can add/change print objects for the company.

Usually this is performed by the network analyst group. But I have made it plenty clear that I dont want to be a network analyst. But Ill do their work if they want. It all goes on the resume the same. :^)

Plus it gives me more leverage for my review and upcoming raise-LOOKOUT MANAGEMENT!

Took the day off. Did a bunch of shopping for halloween. Carved pumpkins.

Whatcha think?

Pulling my hair out.

Too much work.

Not enough technicians.

Ick Ick Ick.

I wonder if my g-bomb has gone off on those college kids yet?

Back to work...

Just Letters

Multi user 'fridge magnets. Fight with users accross the globe for control of refridgerator magnets. Flash style!

I think too much.

For instance g00gle b0mbing(Im paranoid).

I also stumbled onto a website run by some kids at my local college(Im still not sure quite how many kids...exactly). But anyway.

I thought it might be fun to see if I could make a search for brainerd college return these kids' blog.

that would be amusing...no?

I need some other people to link using the "brainerd college" to http address too, or else it wont work.

:^( (of course I do have those other blogs and webpages...)

McNuggets are murder.

Discuss. Verklempt.

Scene 1 Act 1

Scene opens to a sleeping family. Robert Schultz and his family are at his in laws house.

Suddenly the slumber is broken by the screaming and crying of an 11 year old boy, its about 4 AM.

Robert: What the hell?
Jenifer: I dunno. Its Johnny-JOHNNY! COME HERE!
Johnny: -Sniff-whimper-sniff Yeah?
Jenifer: What are you crying about?
Johnny: The cat keeps meowing.
Robert: WHAT?!!?!
Johnny: The cat keeps meowing.
Jenifer: ooooo honey its ok...
Robert: Dont tell him its ok. Grrr. Put the stinking cat outside! Its not hard!
Jenifer: Now now Robert hes just a kid.
Robert: yeah and the object is to turn him into a man. Not have him crying for momma because "the cat is meowing", Jesus, Jenifer hes 11 years old. I think he could handle it some other way than crying. Johnny GO PUT THE CAT OUT AND GET BACK TO BED.
Robert for the next 3 hours trying to go back to sleep: GRRR, SIGH, GRRR, SIGH, SIGH, GRRR.

12MANY

My first try I got 88.

Pretty fun game. I must admit I would do it by memory.

Ode to End Users

Heh. Heres my shot at being Tiff

"Support Team-Robert Schultz."
As I take a call from you.
But Im afraid that I cant complete
what I really need to do.

I checked between your ears.
And Ive opened up your head.
And I think Ive found the problem.
Seems that you are quite brain-dead.

Most problems that I see.
Could be solved by you, yourself.
If you'd just payed more attention,
In grades .5 through twelth.

I know I ask alot
from a user on the floor,
But when you cannot read,
shouldnt you be shown the door?

Ill give alittle hint
on your problem for today.
Your computer is not booting,
because you left a disk in A:

Pizza, Pizza, Pizza, We are supposed to be furnished with free pizza today but I think they forgot my building.

If I dont get free pizza after not eating because I was told to expect it I am going to be so pissed.

HR will get a nasty-gram about it thats for sure.

GRRRRR

Somehow Im finding it possible to hate my company even more than I did prior to today.

Amazing how that happens.

Im sure you're all glad I included my "better side"
No I am NOT a plumber.

Well I dont think Ive ever had a sadder week at my employer.

3 friends gone.

1 quit.
2 layed off.

I was crying earlier.

This sucks.

HaloScan.com Forums

Haloscan has me over a barrel now...

I cant decide weather to pay the 12 bucks...

those sneaky buggers...

I used to be able to use my right big toe to pinch my girlfriend. I really liked that.

I cant anymore:

There was this stray cat and everytime I came home it was sitting on my porch. And everytime I would shoo it away it would run into my basement.

I did not like the stray cat. I detested the stray cat. Always on my porch and in my basement. It was not MY cat. I did not care that it was winter and the cat had nowhere warm. It wasnt my concern. I would throw things at it, scream, try to hurt the cat. I was always unsuccessful.

One day I came home and the stray cat was there. Positioned on the steps, there were three steps. It was on the second one.

A thought struck me then. If I could just kick the cat where it stood certainly it would kill it. Crush its ribs and smash its organs. The cat would be done. I would be free of it doing its business on my porch and in my basement. I latched onto the idea, after all the cat was close. I had a shot. That damned cat would be meeting its maker.

I wound up and kicked with all my might, SMASH THE CAT, smash, smash, I was looking forward to hearing the sickening crunch of it breaking as I compressed its innards. My leg swung, Tageting systems in my brain confirming that the cat was still in position to meet its demise! HA!

All of a sudden my foot connected with the back of the stairs, concrete. Somehow the cat had turned intangible. It was no longer between my foot and the stairs. it was on its way to the basement. I still got to hear the sickening crunch, but it was from the joint in my big toes compressing and the bones therein splintering.

I howled in pain and anguish while the cat trotted off to my basement off the porch.

I was reminded of this story by the parable of Lazarus(scroll to the bottom) and the nameless rich man. If only I had been more enlightened back then. Perhaps I could bend my toe now, instead of it being a bundle of broken bones.

I hate when I fall asleep early in the evening.

Last night I was watching "The Punisher". Ive seen this movie before, although Dolf Lundgren played Frank Castle last time I watched it. Also that last time I watched it his wife and kids were killed in mafia carbombing(True to the comic book that spawned the movie), this time Frank castle was played by...Thomas Jane? Who the hell is that? And the mafia hit that kills his wife and kids also kills every goddamn 3rd cousin he has at a family reunion in the Puerto Rico(Frank Castle is Puerto Rican?), but they are machine gunned, not car bombed.

Im sure the rest of the movie really left track from the original Punisher Comic. Stan Lee turned over in his grave(Yes I know S.L. is not dead) and nowhere in the kredits did I see Marvel Comics named for invention of the character. However I couldn't vouch for that because I fell asleep right after the forementioned machine gunning.

ZZZZZZZ...Oh Im sorry, the movie was so stupid and boring I fell asleep again just thinking about it.

OMG

There is a reason they are called breakfast borritos people!

Whatever you do dont eat 2 pounds of eggs, sausage, chiles and cheese for dinner.

That was the mistake I made last night. Scrambled up 24 eggs and sat down with the fam for a big yummy dinner of borritos. It was yummy yes.

But today I feel like Im going to float away.

And if you find yourself behind me in a hallway or I sit down at your desk to fix your computer...

JUST GET AWAY! GET AWAY!

I updated my blogger profile with an audio clip.
Audio clip from my profile

Maybe Ill get a microfone. That might be neat eh?