Strainium in the brainium

There are days,,,,

where I feel the peeps I work with are robbing me blind of my intelligence,,, Like an IQ vampire or something.

No need to detail things,,, I only need say, I don’t work with the best and brightest where I work. Occasional 15 watters, but the usual is 2 watts on flicker mode,,,,Good laborers, but don’t ask for conversations much past animal level subsistence thoughts. And future planning is a concept so ‘out there’ you may as well be attempting to sell Popsicles to seals.

and days like today, I would swear its contagious. Had a thought to do something, and the only parts of the thought I have left NOW, are that it would make ‘some project’ much easier, and that “I need to write this down,,,,” and didn’t. Fault mine for certain, but dangit, I am NOT going senile, not at Fifty-five,,, That I can’t even remember what project it was bothers me the most,,, If I could recall that, it would likely jump back to the forebrain,,,,

I do keep a memo pad on hand for things like this because of the fact that I wear so many damnable hats at the J.O.B. Dimensions are the biggest points that get lost in the whirlwinds of a normal day, Leading crews of moronics? Jeez,,, things get lost in minutes if you aren’t careful. And today bit me with this one. For the record (for me more than you) I was out with Horn-Dawg and Captain Obvious today, and working with the Capt is always entertaining; until it’s annoying. After a couple of hours of this, I slapped back on one with “Why no!, I did not bring a level, nor a tape, nor my brain and I most definitely left the intelligent back at the shop,” And the Capt laughed like I had just cracked a joke, not even seeing that I was refering to my assistant/labor. Horn-Dawg is easy to work with: will bust his hump like a mule on meth, unless a femme strolls nearby. Then you need to slap a muzzle on the mutt with a quickness. And it doesn’t matter where on the scale of 1-10 she falls, if it jiggles, his attention is 100% on her; and work? whuzzat?,,, One of his attractions today,,,,, I considered using acetone eyedrops to clear the residue that example left behind, followed by a bleach wash for a full day,,,

And y’all wonder why when freetime comes around, I want to escape to the water so much? Tha’s why,,, I need to re-locate those braincells that were knocked out of alignment by close proximity to highly corrosive and vampiric Idiocy. And why so few are allowed to know exactly where my homestead is. The ones at the J.O.B. only know its close to work, not WHERE,,, and I don’t ever head out from work straight home so they aren’t even sure which direction its in. “within two miles” covers a lot of territory to search, and I have no intentions of illuminating them (unless its with an IR laser and I am using my NVGs and night scope,,, but I woudn’t do that to a person,,,, naw,,,, not little old harmless Dio,,,, ;-P )