At 2000, my boys have arrived for a surprise visited. (Nah, I’m joking. I don’t know them!)
I was barely finished with my 12-minute workout on the ZAAZ whole body vibrating machine, when I heard their loud-ass motorcycles misfiring.
They were two hogs on wheels screaming in the night. One was wearing a white T-shirt with its piglet riding on the back. The other went solo. They stopped at the stop sign of MY drive and made a U-turn. They saw the VTA/Bart construction blocking their way, southbound on MY long stretch of road of their intended designation.
At 20150327-1216, Philip A, my temporary accounting manager, excused himself to get behind my chair. To my right was the double-door cabinet overhanging my desk. He browsed my cabinet for a date stamp, which he gave to either Paulann or Kevin.
I should have asked if I could take a photo of his black colored souvenir top with some sort of embroidery on damask material, I guess. It read as follows:
STREET VIBRATIONS 2013 RALLY – Reno, Nevada
Now, that’s my sort of guy. As mentioned in my previous blog entries, I’m a magnet to “unwanted fellas” or at least attracted to the “bad boys”.
My “specially-gifted” co-worker from my other temp job from hell said that I’m one of those good girls that love the bad boys. Yup. That’s true. She gets “headaches.”
Now, mind y’all I’m on the outer fringes of the baby boomers and Philip would have fit nicely in my play book among the games of geriatrics.
Nah, I’ll take that back. My age group really belongs to The Rock, who’ll be appearing in Saturday Night Live later on. Plus, Dwayne is related to those pals that know of my pipe dream known as “Plan A”.
Yeah, so. I’m still wondering, searching, praying, hoping, and reaching for that unreachable star. A quest, a word he used during a quick staff meeting for the color-coded category of MS Outlook.
Oh, and by-the-by, Philip, I don’t play those sort of moral boosters at work. Those lottery tickets y’all keep trying to push are mere illusions. I’ve invested in “real” speculative deals.
The “real” majick can turn the numbers to someone’s deserving favor. That’s how a network can operate. It’s indescribable but VERY much “real”.
Hope y’all have a good ride on this hellish journey!
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