tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25101657.post4836830114790955028..comments2024-01-07T05:31:54.900-05:00Comments on My Sick Mind: Ace really is the place.Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08149741345181484820noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25101657.post-15531739601464941042010-02-11T11:02:27.408-05:002010-02-11T11:02:27.408-05:00There must be a psychological term for what you ar...There must be a psychological term for what you are going through.<br /><br />I find it similar to what Philadelphia sports fans experienced with the recent success of the Phillies. Having nothing to complain about, and everything to be happy about with the team leaves us feeling empty somehow.<br /><br />We take solace in the idea that perhaps the team's management finally heard our cries for help and decided to spend a few bucks to bring in some better players.<br /><br />But mostly, we don't know how to act.<br /><br />Surely, there will be other "snow shovels" for me to find. Life is full of little quests. Recently it has been in finding a brand of cat food that Thor will find appetizing. He should do his own shopping.Anthonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08149741345181484820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25101657.post-61795551950553711902010-02-11T10:53:15.116-05:002010-02-11T10:53:15.116-05:00O.K. I am selfishly disappointed that you have com...O.K. I am selfishly disappointed that you have completed your quest. Although I should be happy and rejoicing with you on the completion of your worthy quest of a snow shovel, as a reader of your blog I am sad to see it end. Your writing is fun and entertaining and I look forward to the next installment. <br />I liken this to my quest to get a client to pay me a mere balance of about $650.00 on a small land surveying project I performed for him. I started out sending reminders of his past due account, of course no reply. Then I began calling his house...no reply! Now I begin calling his restaurant (yes he owns a restaurant. Mysteriously between the time someone answers the phone at the restaurant and they ask me who is calling he seems to "step out" for a couple of minutes. Never to call back. That went on for a while to no conclusion. So I decide that whoever answers the phone would hear the whole story. That was fun, picture a hostess listening to a story about her boss stiffing a land surveyor for $650.00 on the survey of his fancy new house. That's fun gossip around the kitchen at his fancy restaurant. Unprofessional you may say, I agree but it sure was fun. I would call every couple of days and tell the story to a different hostess, receptionist or waitress, until about a week later, mysteriously a check arrived in my post office box for the exact amount owed to me. Imagine that...I never even spoke to him directly, I wonder how he knew? Needless to say I was actually disappointed when the check arrived because my fun was over. But hey I got my $650.00. <br />And of course you got your snow shovel. Now I have nothing to live for. It's a sad sad day.Pinewolfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04964574290395034096noreply@blogger.com