Friday, April 23, 2004
You know, the idea of me having a Gmail account sounds pretty sweet. Especially since my name is Gunny. Maybe I can alter the image and have Gunnymail.
Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I know you need you daily Gunny fix. Actually, I've been doing a lot more reading lately. Mostly about stock trading. There won't be another tax deed until June, so I've got a bit of time on my hands. Since I do own a brokerage account I really should do something with it.
I had an incident at work the other night. One of my coworkers, Weslee, was calling out. It seems he was having car trouble. I clocked in five minutes early and said to my boss that I would go get him. Weslee lives less than ten minutes away. On the ride back to work, Weslee told me that he had run out of gas, again. When I took him home that morning I bought him a gas can and a gallon of gas. At the station, he asked if it was okay if he got a couple of sausage biscuits. I went in and got me a coke. Turns out Weslee didn't have any money. I paid for the stuff and even gave him five bucks for gas.
This isn't the first time Weslee has run out of gas. I'm not going to hold this against him. You see Weslee isn't firing on all cylinders. I'm not entirely sure that Weslee isn't autistic. He seems to have a proclivity to travel related items. He loves things like maps, cars, talking about his numerous travels.
Weslee even disappeared once. He just took off a few years ago for the open road. By the time anyone heard from him he was in Hollywood.
Hollywood, Florida
Now, I'm not cracking on Weslee. Don't get that impression. Weslee is a bit of inspiration for me. He has done more and seen more than most folks I know. Some day, I'm going to be like Weslee and see the whole country as well. (Of course, I want to do it one step at a time.) Weslee sort of feeds me.
I wish we could all be more like him as well.
Weslee may not have been born with all four cylinders, but he uses every bit of horsepower he's got. It hurts me to see folks that don't. If you are reading this, then the good Lord has probably blessed you with pretty good brain. It's amazing to see how many folks plod along in some dead end job and don't really ever amount to much. Sure they have families, but I've know folks that have college degrees that make less than I do, and I don't make much. What's the point of having a college degree, if you can hold a job at big time corporate antichrist like I have and make some pretty decent money?
I guess it just pisses me off to see folks that pushed themselves through college just give up and then get a job at somewhere that never uses that degree. They've upgraded to a six cylinder, but never drive over 45. They have no drive past 25.
Someday, I want to make it big. If I do, then I hope to take Weslee with me. There can't be a better person with whom to travel.
Someday I hope to see The Arch.
Niagara Falls.
All of it.
And just like Weslee, I hope I can take my time. Maybe I can take Weslee with me. I don't think he's ever seen the Arch.
Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I know you need you daily Gunny fix. Actually, I've been doing a lot more reading lately. Mostly about stock trading. There won't be another tax deed until June, so I've got a bit of time on my hands. Since I do own a brokerage account I really should do something with it.
I had an incident at work the other night. One of my coworkers, Weslee, was calling out. It seems he was having car trouble. I clocked in five minutes early and said to my boss that I would go get him. Weslee lives less than ten minutes away. On the ride back to work, Weslee told me that he had run out of gas, again. When I took him home that morning I bought him a gas can and a gallon of gas. At the station, he asked if it was okay if he got a couple of sausage biscuits. I went in and got me a coke. Turns out Weslee didn't have any money. I paid for the stuff and even gave him five bucks for gas.
This isn't the first time Weslee has run out of gas. I'm not going to hold this against him. You see Weslee isn't firing on all cylinders. I'm not entirely sure that Weslee isn't autistic. He seems to have a proclivity to travel related items. He loves things like maps, cars, talking about his numerous travels.
Weslee even disappeared once. He just took off a few years ago for the open road. By the time anyone heard from him he was in Hollywood.
Hollywood, Florida
Now, I'm not cracking on Weslee. Don't get that impression. Weslee is a bit of inspiration for me. He has done more and seen more than most folks I know. Some day, I'm going to be like Weslee and see the whole country as well. (Of course, I want to do it one step at a time.) Weslee sort of feeds me.
I wish we could all be more like him as well.
Weslee may not have been born with all four cylinders, but he uses every bit of horsepower he's got. It hurts me to see folks that don't. If you are reading this, then the good Lord has probably blessed you with pretty good brain. It's amazing to see how many folks plod along in some dead end job and don't really ever amount to much. Sure they have families, but I've know folks that have college degrees that make less than I do, and I don't make much. What's the point of having a college degree, if you can hold a job at big time corporate antichrist like I have and make some pretty decent money?
I guess it just pisses me off to see folks that pushed themselves through college just give up and then get a job at somewhere that never uses that degree. They've upgraded to a six cylinder, but never drive over 45. They have no drive past 25.
Someday, I want to make it big. If I do, then I hope to take Weslee with me. There can't be a better person with whom to travel.
Someday I hope to see The Arch.
Niagara Falls.
All of it.
And just like Weslee, I hope I can take my time. Maybe I can take Weslee with me. I don't think he's ever seen the Arch.
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