'Wake up to a good day
    and prepare yourself for a bad one'

*giggles*
 

So I went inta work this morning prepared for the mindless task of cleaning black cod (I was
Definitely in the Right frame of mind for such a task) and no sooner do I get down to the line when
Tim (our current Cap'n Chaos) comes to me and says 'oh good.  I want you to get on a fork lift and
go drive in the rain and then drive around in the freezers for a while and when you are good and
glazed come back with all this stuff and make this fresh fish go away'
 

*brusts out laughing!*

Stress Fish when I'm in the mind set to Space Spoon

*sigh*

Subject To Change, right?

Right.

So we did the Stress Fish two or three times till we got it right (you are sorely missed Tom)

That went on for four hours.

*giggles*

So I came home for lunch and listened to Morcheeba as Loud as the stereo will go (Big Calm,
*dreamy sigh*)

The rest of the day was spent in a trance... quite relaxing, actually.  No Stress, just clean fish.

people bitch about having to go work the slimeline, and I'll tell ya why;  it ain't the standing on
concrete in one spot fer hours on end, it ain't the frigid water or the blood 'n guts, it ain't the grippin'
that freeky spoon that sprays water till our wrists explode...

naw... we're all used ta That shit.

it's  What Are We Gonna Do With Our Brains?

What am I gonna do?

At best it takes two percent of a bozos brain to make his body go through the actions of cleaning a
fish... Okay, so maybe it takes me five percent, still, that leaves a Big Chunk left over with nuthin' ta
do but go bonkers, ya know?

For people with no imagination or who aren't into meditating or exploring innerspace or whatnot find
the slimeline one of the most excruciating tortures known to mankind.

*giggles*

Me?
 
 

*bursts out laughing!*
 

What do You think?