Becoming a StormTrooper

May the Force be with my namesake who is helping me to build my StormTrooper outfit.

Here are some pictures of the progress:









I should be a fully functional StormTrooper next Sunday.

Standards

I was told that I was acting very weird this morning. To top it off, "DAMN" was used to emphasize the particular degree of my weirdness. I don't mind these remarks and usually revel in them. However, I'm a bit more than annoyed.

It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.

Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"

Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.

Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.

Wanker.

Reconstruction

Weeks later, the folks are still trying to get their lives back together.

The city, state and federal government and their silly agencies haven't really helped. My friend's cousin's house (the one with the folks on their roof) got a measly $150 per person in the house. The rest of the money probably went to government cronies.

Firing Blanks

That's how I would characterize the bank I work for. Or "All bark and no bite."

I'm now back from a seemingly long vacation which started the second half of August with one day in the office and the next at the U.S. Open. followed by Labor Day weekend.

While I was at the Open, management hired someone to be my new boss, which explains the exile (or banishment) to the 3rd floor. It is now 10:05AM and he's NOT here. Hahahahahahaha......

I was just remarking to co-workers that he wouldn't last 3 months. One said 2 months. It appears that we both may be wrong as it's the 2nd day and I haven't seen him yet.

Also, my former boss appears to be competing with me, as if I didn't have enough competition from the LA office. Such geniuses!

The daily mindfuck is offset by the coming of the football season. Booya!