Welcome to my nightmare! Whoops! I do believe Alice Cooper use-ta use that! Welcome . . . to my Day, my imagination, my dreams, yeah, that'll do it, oopsey and an occasional rant. Oh! oh! oh! and where I live and work but you know what I call them, oh I just love to type them, Daisyville and the Doodle-toon factory!!!
My day started off late, don't you just hate when that happens? "Not really!" I just missed a few minutes of work, no biggie at least in today's world here at the Doodle-toon factory. You think I'm kidding, well now pull up a seat and let me tell ya a true story, and what happened today, as I am leaving for work, late remember, who I see, as I pull out of my driveway. I'll call him, Mr. Late.
Yep, just as you thought, Mr. Late himself. When I call him Mr. Late you had that one figured out didn't you? Yes sir, I can't fool you! Damn I'm getting unorganized in my thought process. And you didn't think I had a thinkin' process! I like to think of it as discombobulation! You know what that is don't you? Sure you do, just read any of my posts and'll you understand!
What does that word and'll mean? Come on peeple, you knowsa, how I like to have fuun with these here wurds!! And'll means, and you'll, ah ha ha ha, just a funnin' ya! Tain't nothin' I'd rather be doing' than funnin'!
Well looks like the poo-poo be on me, I meant to explain discombobulate!
DISCOMBOBULATE, to throw somebody, into a state of confusion.
I have never known anybody by the name of somebody, and no matter what state you live in from Florida to Idaho, them politicians, err as I prefer to call them, polluter-ticians!
Let me further dissect that word GlenView style.
Dis-you-comb-your-hair-bob-too-late.
HOW DID I GET MYSELF INTO THIS MESS? ONLY ONE WAY TO FIX IT, KEEP A WRITIN'. I BEST SOMEHOW FIND A WAY TO TIE THIS TOGETHER, OR NOT!
Mr. Late has been late more times in two years than all the other workers I've known my entire life. It started the second week on his being late career. Well he was hired on by a boss that's no longer here. Please try and follow me, because I'm going places unheard of any where!
PLEASE TRY TO IMAGINE in the world of technology overload a factory that allows their employees to fill out their own timecards, yep a pen and a time sheet, actual paper. Punch time card machines have probably been around for over a century, am I right?
I can read your mind "WHATTT!!??" My thoughts exactly!
It took a long time before Mr. Late started erroring. (The second week!) Mr. Late be in his early twenties.
Didn't bother the now gone boss, I'd tell him, didn't bother him none!
Well Mr. Late had the audacity to write on his time card that he was on time. So he's late and falsifies his time card, (Oh yeah! Old Glen couldn't make this kind of stuff up and you ain't heard the half of the story, hell you ain't heard nothing yet!!!!!!!!
I MAY HAVE TO MAKE THIS A TWO PARTER. I'VE NOT GOTTEN INTO THE GOOD STUFF YET. REMEMBER NOW I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING I WRITE INTO THIS SERIES "comedy of errrs" IS TRUE! I'VE WAITED A LONG TIME IN WRITING THIS CARTOONISH HAPPENINGS. FINALLY I COULD NOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!
THERE USED TO BE A SHOW "TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION." YEP I CONCURRRRR!!!!!!!
Mr. Late reminds me of someone I used to work with. I might have to write about that one.
ReplyDeleteI will be gone for a week, so not sure how much writing I will get done, but I will be checking in to read and comment when I can.