Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
there must be a pony in here somewhere
Ronald Reagan had a favorite joke that he told so often that the joke itself became a joke with staff members. The joke was told about twin boys who were six years old. Worried that the boys had developed extreme personalities -- one was a total pessimist, the other a total optimist -- their parents took them to a psychiatrist.
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" the psychiatrist asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play with any of the toys?" "Yes," the little boy bawled, "but if I did I'd only break them."
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere!"
"Reagan told the joke so often that it got to be kind of a joke with the rest of the staff. Whenever something would go wrong, somebody on the staff would be sure to say,
"There must be a pony in here somewhere.'"
First the psychiatrist treated the pessimist. Trying to brighten his outlook, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with brand-new toys. But instead of yelping with delight, the little boy burst into tears. "What's the matter?" the psychiatrist asked, baffled. "Don't you want to play with any of the toys?" "Yes," the little boy bawled, "but if I did I'd only break them."
Next the psychiatrist treated the optimist. Trying to dampen his out look, the psychiatrist took him to a room piled to the ceiling with horse manure. But instead of wrinkling his nose in disgust, the optimist emitted just the yelp of delight the psychiatrist had been hoping to hear from his brother, the pessimist. Then he clambered to the top of the pile, dropped to his knees, and began gleefully digging out scoop after scoop with his bare hands. "What do you think you're doing?" the psychiatrist asked, just as baffled by the optimist as he had been by the pessimist. "With all this manure," the little boy replied, beaming, "there must be a pony in here somewhere!"
"Reagan told the joke so often that it got to be kind of a joke with the rest of the staff. Whenever something would go wrong, somebody on the staff would be sure to say,
"There must be a pony in here somewhere.'"
sick of it all
i am tried of my job it has become draining and a fight everyday with co-workers. I am tired of telling them over and over the same policies and procedures that haven't change since 4 years now. but i am being question everyday so i question them back, why you do why you do that policy states to do it this a way. i have had it I'm no longer going to question it but i will not jeopardize my job by doing what they ask i just won't question it anymore and let them be and stick to my job. they have a question they want answers i will point them in the right direction and in most cases i just won't answer and continue with my work.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
where's my cowboy
so i'm on my own once again, no relationship in site. this one felt weird. i didn't go running crying my lungs out hating men. i was just blah. no emotions not a care in the world of what i'm going to do next. i wonder if its just me growing up or did he break it off so good or could it be that by now i have no emotions left. or was i really into this guy like i thought i was. who knows! as of now im tired of the same old dating scene the good olde bar scene, not this time. i need some ideas of where have all the cowboys went to. thats what i need a good cowboy. i should stop dating that clean cut type and get me a cowboy.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
this is me
these are my thoughts, my comments, and my opinions. i don't mind sharing, i do need to vent so if you get upset just leave. i do appreciate your opinions, comments and advice.
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