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Sometimes I See The Darndest Things…

Sometimes I see the darndest things… even in Arkansas!

This little fella—I’m guessing—was hanging around outside one of the entrances of the IT building of the Great Retail Empire this morning.


Robot chicken?

I think it wanted to come work with us. It must have heard about the Early Bird and all that.

I’m betting vendor’s actually EXPECT to see this when they come to visit us in Arkansas….

Until next time...
Erik

A poem… by someone else.

From the “AlphaForager” (a co-hort at the Great Retail Empire):

All I hear is the pitter patter of finger tips gingerly dancing across keys.
Every character typed with delirium or deliberation?
Word by word and line by line the great retail giant we strive to please.
Are we the slaves to or saviors of this IT nation?

He’s got mad poetry skillz.

Oh, and he LOVED my answers to all the questions you readers have posted. I think he’s been warped just that much more.

Until next time...
Erik

A Day in My Life…

I was asked what a typical day is like for me.

Wow. Have you ever actually sat down and tried to figure out what was “typical”?

Let’s see…

5:50 AM: The alarm goes off. As of the last few weeks, I have started either using the snooze button, or just shutting the damned thing off and not getting out of bed.

Somewhere between 5:51 AM and 6:30 AM: The husbear prods me and asks if I’m going to get up. At which point I usually do.

I drag my butt to the bathroom and have a hot shower. But not too long—we have a shallow, hand dug well, so long showers are a luxury for trips out of town.

I get out of the shower and get dressed in the bathroom with the clothes I have hung in the bathroom the night before. (Yes, I hang my clothes out the night before!)

I wander downstairs and head for the kitchen for a nice glass of Diet something. Nothing like a slight jolt of caffeine to help get me started.

I wander from the kitchen to my computer, at which point I plant my butt in front of it and check my email, and some of my favorite bloggers sites.

6:30 AM: The husbear’s alarm goes off and I can hear him stumble out of bed and down the stairs.

6:45 AM: I kiss the husbear goodbye for the day, head out the door, get in my truck, and head out for the day job at the Great Retail Empire.

It’s at this point that I sometimes go to the bank to make a bank deposit for the business (our salon and our tattoo studio). I sometimes go to Sonic for 44 ounces of caffeinated happiness.

I somehow make it the 8 miles from the house to the parking lot of the IS building for the Great Retail Empire.

7:10-ish: I sit in the truck wishing like hell I didn’t have to go in. Sadly, I do.

Between 7:10-ish AM and 5:30-ish PM: Lots of shit happens that I’m sure the Great Retail Empire would like for me to not talk about online. But oh well. The team of 16 or so that I am on supports roughly 250,000 Windows workstations globally. That tends to keep us busy. We also are working on all sorts of other projects too, such as virtualization and better methods of OS deployment.

I have no real reason as to why I’m putting the following pictures here, other than for your amusement. Comment as you will…


My first “5 Years” anniversary picture… what the hell? (Taken in 1999)


My next “5 Years” picture (Taken in 2006)

During the day I text my buddy on-and-off for most of the day. And the husbear too.

5:30-ish PM: I leave the Great Retail Empire if I’m lucky enough to escape and drive to the tattoo studio. Sometimes I have an appointment or a walk-in, and sometimes not.

8:00 PM: Tattoo studio closes for the night, at which point I drive home. (Yes, I know it closes early for a tattoo studio, but this town rolls up for the night about the same time.)

Between 8:20-ish and 10:00-ish PM: I do paperwork for the shops, check my email, read my favorite bloggers, and maybe write one myself if I can think of something to actually write about. I also get my clothes out for the next morning and get ready for bed.

10:00-ish PM: I crawl into bed to start the sleep cycle.

Rinse, lather, repeat…

Somewhere in there I try to have a little fun. Somewhere….

Welcome to my life.

Until next time...
Erik

Bored, bored, bored…

1 nice day outside for everyone else + being “on call” for the Retail Empire this weekend = 1 bored Erik


I’m bored…

I don’t like to ink when I’m on call. It never fails: I get started on a tattoo then the pager goes off and I have to stop. How would you like to be on the receiving end of the tattoo machine when that happens? I wouldn’t want to be, and I don’t want to subject that on any client.

I know I should be doing something artistic (like drawing) but for whatever reason I am not in the mood. Does that make me moody? And being bored is extremely dangerous for me. As proof I submit a picture of the floor I took:


Ugly carpet.

I swear it was an accidental picture….

And since it’s not really a good idea to look at porn online while I’m here at the tattoo shop, I guess I’ll just have to behave myself. At least there are all these blogs out here to read.

Until next time...
Erik