Gas and Doctor

It's still thin on the ground here in the Southeast. I keep hearing about people having one hell of a time finding a station with any supply at all. Inman, a mid-size town near Duncan was completely dry a few days ago. Ingles is still out of gas, but I think that's the only Duncan station that's had no supply. I had to wait in line for about thirty minutes to get my weekly tank full but, unlike most of the idjits in line with me, I turned my car off until it was time to move up in queue. I get a fill-up once a week, maybe longer if I'm able to stretch the gas. I have a 12-gallon tank, I think, and it takes around $35 to $40 to fill it up, depending on how badly the oil companies are gouging the public on any given day. I can get about 320-350 miles on a tank of gas, which isn't too shabby, especially since this is during the time I'm using the A/C as well. That mileage will go up starting this next month when the air is cooler and I won't have to run the A/C for Aunt Tudi. I'm not hoarding, topping-off, or any of that other monkey business perpetrated by my fellow Southerners. I'm just trying to muddle along in a business-as-usual sort of mindset and hope that I don't run out of gas before I can find some, should the shortage get extreme.

One trip I wasn't planning on making is the the trip to my doctor today at 1:30. He's in Spartanburg, about 8 miles away. That's 16 miles I really can't afford right now, but I have no choice. My head is about to fly off my freakin' shoulders. I'm kind of dreading seeing Dr. Yost today. He's been a little testy with me lately because of my special case status combined with my increased health issues. I can understand his frustration, but I'm wondering if I should seek out an internist instead of trying to stick with a family practitioner. While I still have the DG insurance, I might want to get myself established with someone like that pronto. It's just a matter of finding the time to do it. Every spare minute I have, I spend trying to relax and unwind from the hellaciousness of RL.

El Necko and a Great Investment!

Dr. Yost doesn't seem to think anything is broken in there. I just have a serious muscle strain that I need to slowly work out. He sent me home with more pain medication and the advice to come back if I wasn't markedly better within 10 days. At that time, an X-Ray may be in order. For now, though, I may be out of the woods once I start loosening up.

When Aunt Tudi and I got home, we saw on the news that the Dow is down over 700 points and the Nasdaq is down almost 200 points. So I'm thinking that we should all invest in KY-Jelly stock, or the lube of your choice, because it's obvious to me that we're all SKA-REWED! Whee!

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New Presidential Candidate

Running on the STFU ticket, I'm so sure.

There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President... and it's someone we know! Watch this online video about the surprising new nominee:

Behold your next Prez!

Jot back a note to let me know what you think!

I AM THE AYATOLLAH CONTROLLAH!

Tonight was the first night all four lanes were open at Sally Foster. Each lane has two lines, so I was responsible for supplying approximately 20 workers with orders on eight lines with essentially only a half day's worth of training. I think I did relatively well. It's like I came in to work and had an epiphany about what I was supposed to do, and everything fell into place. Well, at least that's how it was pertaining to what we were working on tonight. Frank wanted me to supply orders to everyone to the point that they'd all finish up right around 9 PM. All the lines were clear and I ran stats on each lane by 9:05. We pulled over 20,000 units in four hours. Frank said that was unprecedented for a crew of mostly trainees on our first night. I'm thinking that it will all get even easier now that I have some semblance of confidence in what I'm doing. I like working in the Control Room, surrounded by computers. It are fun, yes it are yes it are.

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In other news, I hate the grating noise that comes out of Sarah Palin's face every time she opens her pie hole, but I doubt it's really gonna matter much since we're all SKA-REWED.

A tutorial on how we're SKA-REWED

Starring Wile E. Coyote, Super-Genius, and the Roadrunner. I lifted this from the wise and insightful ysabetwordsmith.