Monday.... Fu*king Monday.... & and Muscles...

So today was yet another day at Satan's A/C, inc. Ya ever meet those people who HATE their jobs? I mean like, with a passion...  The ones that have a list? (You know what list I am talking about, don't play dumb!) My list is called the SWAT list. That means that I can probably get everyone in the top 3 before SWAT takes my ass out.

I revised that list today. That was the kind of Day it was. I worked 74 hours the week before last. I was so excited that NJD (New Junior Dispatcher) was going to be able to pick up a lot of the slack, and today those hopes were crushed. They put a freeze on any non-essential overtime. So apperently, since I am ABLE to manage the entire office by my self, it means that any additional help would be 'Non Essential'...

I am not sure how I could have avoided getting myself in this mess. Maybe after the 65th hour I should have just shot someone (on my list, of course) in the knee-cap, as a warning shot. Maybe then they would have realized what they have done to me. Maybe not. It still would have felt good. I imagine it like this:

'Thank you for calling XXX Orlando this is Aaron, Please hold while I re-load'

Has a certain ring to it. Okay. Okay, I know, not funny. Many people have died in terrible workplace shootings. And While I would never, ever hurt anyone in a non-defensive way, I am still able to jest about it.

Now, onto what we all really care about!

Hot muscles, and hotter boys:

I want the one on the right.... First.

My future Gardener...

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My Future mechanic...

My Future Pool Boy...

Has longing in his eyes...

Nice Pecs...

Well Oiled hard-body...

What is that, Klingon? Don't care I would spend HOURS studying...

Look at his shoulders...

Perfectly Sculpted...

I call dibs on the one on the left...

The best part is when the blindfold comes off...

I bet I'm better at ball playing...

Did someone say 'tushy-tamer'?

No seriously, I can't find my pants...

Lucky Yamaha

I have the sudden urge to motorboat something...

Wonderful Sunset...

Muscle Monday

Good Morning! I hope everyone is able to rub the sleep out of their eyes, and brush the Vodka residue from their teeth, Because it is MONDAY!

Not only is it Monday, it is the first day of October, and in Florida that means some things:

1) The average daytime temperature drops from 90+ to a cool 83! Who-Hoo! (Don't knock it, you haven't lived yet until you burn your taint on the car seat On Halloween)

2) Two people who have nothing in common with anyone here make Florida base camp, and every commercial that interrupts Honey-Boo-Boo Child is either trying to scare the shit outta the old people, or scare the shit outta religious people! Hold on to your asses, its going to be a wild ride!

I, having never been a person who regards mornings as particularly hard or unpleasant, know that my some of my fellow brethren don't necessarily feel the same way as I do. So to really open your eyes in a way that Folgers can't I present Muscle Monday:





 Yes, yes I WILL help put your lotion on....



Mmm.... fuzzy......



Why is he even BOTHERING with the hoodie?


With a look like that it has to be good....




I'm on dish duty!


What the hell is he sitting on? Not me, I know, but still?




End the post with a little love!

And some Passion:




 Everyone be safe and enjoy their Monday!

Muscle Monday & weekend update!

So my friends.... (cricket...cricket) It has been an interesting couple of days...

I cant tell you how much fun the weekend was. Boss Man and I (the male equivalent of Miranda from The Devil Wears Prada) had a huge blowout...

He seems to think that just having a job is reason enough to be happy...

Me thinks differently....

I understand that the workplace is volatile right now, and, that it may take me time to find another position with another firm; however, I think that I could land another job in 2 weeks.

And I am TRYING! So if anyone knows of any jobs in the Greater Orlando area, fill me in.

The blow out seems to have arisen from the fact that I am not happy working all day every day (except Sunday) and decided to complain about the fact that I have followed this pattern through all of May, June, July, and August, with little or no help. I also think that it is unfair to say that someone should only have to work full time, (when in fact)  I have had to work easily more than 55-60 hours a week.

The fact that my management team has a poor hiring practices and seems willing (eager, almost) to pick up the first person who reply's to an ad, should NOT affect my daily life outside of my Scheduled work hours.  Yet I find it doing exactly that... I am on the phone with the call center in Houston, I get direct connected at all hours of the day on my days off, I have to deal with annoying calls from incompetent people who should never, ever, have been hired in the first place. And to top it all off, when they do decided to fire said person, I am stuck holding all the slack, and having to scramble and pick up all of the left over pieces of some God-forsaken nightmare.

I am and always will be eternally grateful to the company that I currently work for. They gave me not only a job, but by extension, my life back.

When you spend so long unemployed, looking desperately for a good job prior to unemployment running out, and you struggle day in and day out to try and find some means of self-worth daily life becomes hard. On the flip side it is Damn near impossible (unless you've been there) to envision the happiness that comes with the phone call and news that you have been selected.

I will owe a lot to my current place of employ, least of all the life's lessons I have picked up, but time has a way of changing the views through which you see life. Somethings become less important (just having a job) and others take a more prominent spot (empowering and bettering yourself), these are the gifts that time has blessed us with. And I fully intend not to waste my gifts.

I really do wish everyone I work with currently the best of luck. I am, however, going to be moving on.

I will update as details dictate, but when it happens, you will know it.

Now, on to MUSCLE MONDAY:




















Okay, this one is not technically 'muscle' but really, WHO THE F*CK CARES?