I was down on my luck a few years ago and things were lonely. I joined a club, the breakfast beer club. We stood in line till 7:00 am, a retired cop owned the bar.
The place was his hobby. We all paid $3.00 for all the draft beer you could hold and .25 cents a shot. This was only for the regular losers. Needing a shower and a shave help your membership as the goal was lifer. At noon it was done till the next day. No one had any place to go, really no place. So a gold member had a big house and we went there to continue the party. I could go home but that was too depressing. I had to clean up me act in a month. I had a teaching thing at the medical academy in Moscow of all places. No beer clubs but one hell of a vodka club. After one visit, I knew that was not for me. The biggest cause of death was sitting down to take a break and freezing to death.
It's 12:07 Central. Sitting at work. Not doing much. Today is my birthday. I bought a birthday guitar for myself, waiting for it to thaw out from delivery. It's -10 degrees outside. Will go home and play some guitar while my wife cooks me the rare birthday dinner. ( I usually do all the cooking )
Network Administrator. I'm in the process of imaging a new PC, migrating file shares from an old Server 2003 server to a new VM Server 2012 and pushing down patches from my SCCM server to a couple of PC's needing updates while I browse MLP. I just love multi-monitors.
My story - Went to work - fell on my ass hard on ice and followed that up with a trip to the urgent care and Drs note to take it easy for a week - sitting here uncomfortably trying to type with my left hand as my right is still quite swollen from trying to catch myself.
I sometimes wonder to myself you you retirees do it - but honestly, a cold dreary day like today - I could adjust easily I think.
That's right! saw a poster of you when I last visited my aquarium supply joint!
I thought it looked familiar.
"Shoot To Kill" was mentioned I think?
My story is that I was forced to give up work 18 years ago after a massive break down that saw me not much better than a vegetable for quite some time. In 2000 DVA placed me on T&PI status our highest level of veteran disability.
I loved work and nowadays mostly what I do is work around our property though the physical aspect there is becoming a major problem for me.
However I still have a roof over my head and plenty to eat, still pay the bills and have a loving wife, so I am doing better than many I guess.
The reason I'm here is that I need to interact with people that make me feel normal...thank you for that guys.......I think?