Bridget's J.O.B.

As some of you may have heard, in true Jack Black form, Bridget stuck it to the man in her last meeting with her boss!

I was so proud of her because she is so passive, but she totally went off about the amount of her raise considering her promotion. Anyways, her boss came back to her and basically told her the offer for her rais is as stands and will not be adjusted. Due to this, the Birge is now officially looking for a new job.

If anybody knows of anything that is awesome for a hot chick to do, let her or me know. It needs to pay about 400,000 per year. J/K.

Once you pop, you better stop!

This morning we had our huge easter egg hunt and pancake breakfast and it was freaking awesome! Everything went smooth from a facilities point of view and parking was surprisingly easy compared to most other events at EPCC. That is until Bridget showed up. She is always willing to help and is one of the best darn flashlight holders this side of the Pecos. However, things change when she turns her back for one second.

There was a car pulling out of the grass parking lot today and Bridget had stepped away to move some cones when all of a sudden she heard something like a pfffssshhh!!! When she turned around she noticed a car pulling out of the parking lot (where she was stationed) leaking a lot of air out of a tire. Unfortunately, we don't know the people driving the car and they pulled off too fast for her to tell them that they were gonna make it about a hundred feet before their tire was completely flat. I guess there was like a metal spike or something sticking up out of the ground that they ran over and the rest is history.

So, just when it seemed like the Easter Egg Hunt was smooth as lama's spit we had a casualty of the rubber sort. If you are reading this blog and got a popped tire at the Egg Hunt, talk to Bridget. She did it on purpose.

A bit of Irony

Any of you that have seen the inside of my van know that I have it set up kind of like an office on wheels...a really dirty one. In order to do that, I have to have power to run the printer and computer. Well that power comes from a converter that is directly connected to the battery inside my van. Today, after I finished working, I realized that I left the power button on the converter on all day. This was drawing power from my battery, ergo, I have a dead battery.

The ironic part is that I am a "mobile mechanic" of sorts. I am supposed to be able to help people with these kinds of problems, but as Stephen can testify my instant jump starter hasn't worked for a short time...like a year and a half. Why does this kind of stuff always happen? The other day I saw a tow truck towing a tow truck. I also got hit by a softball and it freaking hurt.

Hopefully my van never runs out of oil. That would probably be worse.