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Astonishing. You've managed to be productive today. :eek:
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I think it's wonderful he's learning a trade.

He's setting a fine example for white and semi-white nationalists everywhere. Most of 'em are content to mooch off their spouse and/or Uncle Sugar.
 
Home. Today was . . . interesting. Blessed is he who, having no expectations, is never disappointed. Oh, it's not over, but Our Side isn't looking too good. :( Was hopeful that That Level of Adulting was over for the week, but apparently this is motherfucking Growth Week. Go figure.


And the work today lacked much challenge, so there was plenty of time for . . . brooding . . . . :mad:


To top it all off, there's some AOC meeting week after next. I really wonder what that cunt wants with our little project.


And the hits just keep on coming . . . .


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Last night I had an assignment to a non-profit that I had passed many times but am not familiar with the work. It's in an area that was pretty run down and crime-ridden that nonprofits have taken over quite a few hotels and converted them into sober living facilities in that sort of thing. From the title it has something to do with mothers and I had no idea there are some places like that that specialize and sober living for mothers with children but as it turns out I now think this place probably is a shelter for pregnant women and or possibly entire families of pregnant women.

There's a woman who didn't look tremendously pregnant she probably is normally fairly slender and her husband or boyfriend. She was visibly distressed and having contractions. This was at 2 in the morning and he was trying to get an assessment from her about whether they needed to go to the hospital right now right now or whether they could wait for their pre-scheduled pick up at 2:30 to go in to the hospital.

I'm assuming they are probably on our version of Medicaid called Mercy Care which generally provides transportation for all sorts of things from Methadone maintenance visits to ambulance rides. Depending on who the provider is that could be really Dependable or super unreliable.. worse comes to worse of course you can always call an actual ambulance and they show up pretty quick. Most of those are going to be either City of Phoenix fire department or a local contracted ambulance company that has little centers all over Phoenix that essentially as I understand it handles the Overflow whenever the fire department is either otherwise tied up or simply can't get to the scene on time.

Their check-in was scheduled at a hospital about 10 minutes away. I told them I'd be happy to take her. She was barely able to grit it out and get in the car.

I made it in eight.

As I'm talking to them it turns out she'd been in to see the doctor the previous day and they had induced labor and sent her "home" with instructions to come back the next day at 2:30 in the morning. Apparently their guesstimate about when she would go into labor was off about a half of a half hour to an hour.

It is their first child and like most people they know what to expect from movies and they're quite concerned that she is going to give birth on my leather seats. I'm using my movie based knowledge to encourage her to breathe through the contractions.

I'm hustling in a 35 mile per hour Zone that would normally be 45 miles per hour but it used to have a lot of Winos wondering into the street so they've lowered the speed limits and never raise them back up when they got rid of the Winos.

I catch up to a cop at the next light and I don't feel like I really got it time to explain things to him but yet I know I'm going to be hustling leaving that light so I take off like Jon Force and try to keep it a respectable 12 mph over the speed limit. I figure what's 35% over the speed limit among friends?

The cop is now behind me into my left and as I come to a nice completely Arizona legal rather than California legal stop at the next red light where I need to make a right turn he has scooched over behind me so he makes the term when I'm making it and it kind of looks like he is thinking about it

Nevertheless I keep up my pace as does he. When we get to the next red[ light he hangs back a little bit cop style the way they do when they're reading your plate. I'm back it up and roll down the window and briefly explain to him I've got a woman in labor and I'm trying to keep it fairly legal but I plan to hustle. He says, "You're OK, I wasn't planning a stop." I do get kind of a pass from the cops from time to time probably a lot of it's my white privilege but the patina of an overused Prius a lot of times tends to be an NGO or this government agency or that.

I thanked him and then blatantly made a completely illegal avoidance of traffic light maneuver through a gas station when I needed to make a left turn at the light.

Partly that well use patina partly because I'm obviously not related to these folks and I am helping them out of the car with their go-bags someone else thinks I am with whatever social service agency or transportation agency that he was waiting for. Turns out he has been waiting some time to leave the hospital to go home. I asked him whereabouts he needs to go and I misunderstood him to say 12th Street when really he meant 12th Avenue and I should have clicked the 12th Avenue in Jackson is the whole big homeless shelter.

So once again volunteering this time a little bit farther than I was thinking of the around the corner trip I was going to make with him but really no more than three or four miles I guess, I take him "home." Turns out he had had a heart attack at the homeless shelter been to the hospital it was now getting kicked out and the homeless shelter had saved a bed for him so that the hospital didn't have to keep him as long as probably the reason that that that arrangement which normally is not done, was. Doctors figured that he's got pneumonia which they treated and he has apparently a history of arrhythmia although he wasn't using those terms, so I fed him some ball about how perfectly normal his arrhythmia was and how he will be just fine because either he will be or he won't but worrying about it certainly isn't going to help.

This is the same homeless shelter by the way where I acquired the dent in my driver side rear door when somebody threw his wife's Walker at my head, and missed.

Since I have had reinforced on a regular basis the idea that no good deed goes unpunished I figured I had incurred Allah's wrath sufficiently for the night and try not to make eye contact with anyone at the shelter. I escaped and went back to work.

The next random assignment had me scooting down this freeway where the exit is kind of a tight turn if you're making a left and it's a pretty blind corner you come flying around and I did so making it just as that light was turning yellow.

Since I'm still in that neck of the woods, more or less some dude probably homeless on a bicycle making really good time decided that rcossing that intersection with her horrific blind corner while the green arrow was lit was a great idea. The only reason I didn't flat-out kill him was because his timing was impeccable. His rear tire of the bike past my passenger side fender just as I scooted around the corner. I had zero time to react. Hell I was about a block away before I was able to lay on my horn as a feckless protest.

So I'm thinking of opening my own nonprofit and/or ambulance service.

If I'm going to be delivering babies, defibrillating, and cleaning up car bicycle accidents I should probably upgrade my first aid kit.

Also towels. Lots and lots of towels.
 
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Que said:
Last night I had an assignment to a non-profit that I had passed many times but am not familiar with the work. It's in an area that was pretty run down and crime-ridden that nonprofits have taken over quite a few hotels and converted them into sober living facilities in that sort of thing. From the title it has something to do with mothers and I had no idea there are some places like that that specialize and sober living for mothers with children but as it turns out I now think this place probably is a shelter for pregnant women and or possibly entire families of pregnant women.

There's a woman who didn't look tremendously pregnant she probably is normally fairly slender and her husband or boyfriend. She was visibly distressed and having contractions. This was at 2 in the morning and he was trying to get an assessment from her about whether they needed to go to the hospital right now right now or whether they could wait for their pre-scheduled pick up at 2:30 to go in to the hospital.

I'm assuming they are probably on our version of Medicaid called Mercy Care which generally provides transportation for all sorts of things from Methadone maintenance visits to ambulance rides. Depending on who the provider is that could be really Dependable or super unreliable.. worse comes to worse of course you can always call an actual ambulance and they show up pretty quick. Most of those are going to be either City of Phoenix fire department or a local contracted ambulance company that has little centers all over Phoenix that essentially as I understand it handles the Overflow whenever the fire department is either otherwise tied up or simply can't get to the scene on time.

Their check-in was scheduled at a hospital about 10 minutes away. I told them I'd be happy to take her. She was barely able to grit it out and get in the car.

I made it in eight.

As I'm talking to them it turns out she'd been in to see the doctor the previous day and they had induced labor and sent her "home" with instructions to come back the next day at 2:30 in the morning. Apparently their guesstimate about when she would go into labor was off about a half of a half hour to an hour.

It is their first child and like most people they know what to expect from movies and they're quite concerned that she is going to give birth on my leather seats. I'm using my movie based knowledge to encourage her to breathe through the contractions.

I'm hustling in a 35 mile per hour Zone that would normally be 45 miles per hour but it used to have a lot of Winos wondering into the street so they've lowered the speed limits and never raise them back up when they got rid of the Winos.

I catch up to a cop at the next light and I don't feel like I really got it time to explain things to him but yet I know I'm going to be hustling leaving that light so I take off like Jon Force and try to keep it a respectable 12 mph over the speed limit. I figure what's 35% over the speed limit among friends?

The cop is now behind me into my left and as I come to a nice completely Arizona legal rather than California legal stop at the next red light where I need to make a right turn he has scooched over behind me so he makes the term when I'm making it and it kind of looks like he is thinking about it

Nevertheless I keep up my pace as does he. When we get to the next red light he hangs back a little bit cop style the way they do when they're reading your plate. I'm back it up and roll down the window and briefly explain to him I've got a woman in labor and I'm trying to keep it fairly legal but I plan to hustle. He says, "You're OK, I wasn't planning a stop." I do get kind of a pass from the cops from time to time probably a lot of it's my white privilege but the patina of an overused Prius a lot of times tends to be an NGO or this government agency or that.

I thanked him and then blatantly made a completely illegal avoidance of traffic light maneuver through a gas station when I needed to make a left turn at the light.

Partly that well use patina partly because I'm obviously not related to these folks and I am helping them out of the car with their go-bags someone else thinks I am with whatever social service agency or transportation agency that he was waiting for. Turns out he has been waiting some time to leave the hospital to go home. I asked him whereabouts he needs to go and I misunderstood him to say 12th Street when really he meant 12th Avenue and I should have clicked the 12th Avenue in Jackson is the whole big homeless shelter.

So once again volunteering this time a little bit farther than I was thinking of the around the corner trip I was going to make with him but really no more than three or four miles I guess, I take him "home." Turns out he had had a heart attack at the homeless shelter been to the hospital it was now getting kicked out and the homeless shelter had saved a bed for him so that the hospital didn't have to keep him as long as probably the reason that that that arrangement which normally is not done, was. Doctors figured that he's got pneumonia which they treated and he has apparently a history of rhythmia although he wasn't using those terms, so I fed him some ball about how perfectly normal his arrhythmia was and how he will be just fine because either he will be or he won't but worrying about it certainly isn't going to help.

This is the same Homeless Shelter by the way where I acquired the dent in my driver side rear door when somebody through his wife's Walker at my head, and missed.

Since I have had reinforced on a regular basis the idea that no good deed goes unpunished I figured I had incurred allies wrath sufficiently for the night and try not to make eye contact with anyone at the shelter. I escaped and went back to work.

The next random assignment had me scooting down this freeway where the exit is kind of a tight turn if you're making a left and it's a pretty blind corner you come flying around and I did so making it just as that light was turning yellow.

Since I'm still in that neck of the woods more or less some dude probably homeless on a bicycle making really good time decided that Crossing that intersection with her horrific blind corner while the Green Arrow was lit was a great idea. The only reason I didn't flat-out kill him was because his timing was impeccable. His rear tire of the bike past my passenger side fender just as I scooted around the corner. I had zero time to react. Hell I was about a block away before I was able to lay on my horn as a feckless protest.

So I'm thinking of opening my own nonprofit and/or ambulance service.

If I'm going to be delivering babies, defibrillating, and cleaning up car bicycle accidents I should probably upgrade my first aid kit.

Also towels. Lots and lots of towels.
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Towels, and rags, too.


No good deed goes unpunished, but it's pretty futile to try to fathom much past the surface of the will of Allah. But I'm still grumpy. I can think of a couple of people I'd pick shit with to make an excuse to hurt them severely if they were present, so Allah is sparing them from my wrath.


The other side of the coin is, perhaps Allah is sparing me some Future Unpleasantness by not granting my current want - because that's what it is. My needs are met.


I think what activates my Dark Side isn't so much fear of losing what I have or fear of not getting what I want, but mostly fear of losing what I'd love to have but don't have yet. Don't ask me to repeat it . . . . :rolleyes:


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You'd like to grow accustomed to the excesses of your wants being exceeded.

I can relate.
 
Wat_Tyler said:
Yes, it would be, or would it?


It's possible that wants would only beget more wants, and there might be no end to it.


On the other hand, I did a bit of digging, and if my ituition is correct, I found a place to stay for the next job. It's a little further than I'd like to drive, but the rent can't be beaten.


Allah truly is very merciful . . . .


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I think the word you are looking for there is Bountiful. ( ° )( ° )
 
Que said:
Last night I had an assignment to a non-profit that I had passed many times but am not familiar with the work. It's in an area that was pretty run down and crime-ridden that nonprofits have taken over quite a few hotels and converted them into sober living facilities in that sort of thing. From the title it has something to do with mothers and I had no idea there are some places like that that specialize and sober living for mothers with children but as it turns out I now think this place probably is a shelter for pregnant women and or possibly entire families of pregnant women.

There's a woman who didn't look tremendously pregnant she probably is normally fairly slender and her husband or boyfriend. She was visibly distressed and having contractions. This was at 2 in the morning and he was trying to get an assessment from her about whether they needed to go to the hospital right now right now or whether they could wait for their pre-scheduled pick up at 2:30 to go in to the hospital.

I'm assuming they are probably on our version of Medicaid called Mercy Care which generally provides transportation for all sorts of things from Methadone maintenance visits to ambulance rides. Depending on who the provider is that could be really Dependable or super unreliable.. worse comes to worse of course you can always call an actual ambulance and they show up pretty quick. Most of those are going to be either City of Phoenix fire department or a local contracted ambulance company that has little centers all over Phoenix that essentially as I understand it handles the Overflow whenever the fire department is either otherwise tied up or simply can't get to the scene on time.

Their check-in was scheduled at a hospital about 10 minutes away. I told them I'd be happy to take her. She was barely able to grit it out and get in the car.

I made it in eight.

As I'm talking to them it turns out she'd been in to see the doctor the previous day and they had induced labor and sent her "home" with instructions to come back the next day at 2:30 in the morning. Apparently their guesstimate about when she would go into labor was off about a half of a half hour to an hour.

It is their first child and like most people they know what to expect from movies and they're quite concerned that she is going to give birth on my leather seats. I'm using my movie based knowledge to encourage her to breathe through the contractions.

I'm hustling in a 35 mile per hour Zone that would normally be 45 miles per hour but it used to have a lot of Winos wondering into the street so they've lowered the speed limits and never raise them back up when they got rid of the Winos.

I catch up to a cop at the next light and I don't feel like I really got it time to explain things to him but yet I know I'm going to be hustling leaving that light so I take off like Jon Force and try to keep it a respectable 12 mph over the speed limit. I figure what's 35% over the speed limit among friends?

The cop is now behind me into my left and as I come to a nice completely Arizona legal rather than California legal stop at the next red light where I need to make a right turn he has scooched over behind me so he makes the term when I'm making it and it kind of looks like he is thinking about it

Nevertheless I keep up my pace as does he. When we get to the next red light he hangs back a little bit cop style the way they do when they're reading your plate. I'm back it up and roll down the window and briefly explain to him I've got a woman in labor and I'm trying to keep it fairly legal but I plan to hustle. He says, "You're OK, I wasn't planning a stop." I do get kind of a pass from the cops from time to time probably a lot of it's but the patina of an overused Prius a lot of times tends to be an NGO or this government agency or that.

I thanked him and then blatantly made a completely illegal avoidance of traffic light maneuver through a gas station when I needed to make a left turn at the light.

Partly that well use patina partly because I'm obviously not related to these folks and I am helping them out of the car with their go-bags someone else thinks I am with whatever social service agency or transportation agency that he was waiting for. Turns out he has been waiting some time to leave the hospital to go home. I asked him whereabouts he needs to go and I misunderstood him to say 12th Street when really he meant 12th Avenue and I should have clicked the 12th Avenue in Jackson is the whole big homeless shelter.

So once again volunteering this time a little bit farther than I was thinking of the around the corner trip I was going to make with him but really no more than three or four miles I guess, I take him "home." Turns out he had had a heart attack at the homeless shelter been to the hospital it was now getting kicked out and the homeless shelter had saved a bed for him so that the hospital didn't have to keep him as long as probably the reason that that that arrangement which normally is not done, was. Doctors figured that he's got pneumonia which they treated and he has apparently a history of rhythmia although he wasn't using those terms, so I fed him some ball about how perfectly normal his arrhythmia was and how he will be just fine because either he will be or he won't but worrying about it certainly isn't going to help.

This is the same Homeless Shelter by the way where I acquired the dent in my driver side rear door when somebody through his wife's Walker at my head, and missed.

Since I have had reinforced on a regular basis the idea that no good deed goes unpunished I figured I had incurred allies wrath sufficiently for the night and try not to make eye contact with anyone at the shelter. I escaped and went back to work.

The next random assignment had me scooting down this freeway where the exit is kind of a tight turn if you're making a left and it's a pretty blind corner you come flying around and I did so making it just as that light was turning yellow.

Since I'm still in that neck of the woods more or less some dude probably homeless on a bicycle making really good time decided that Crossing that intersection with her horrific blind corner while the Green Arrow was lit was a great idea. The only reason I didn't flat-out kill him was because his timing was impeccable. His rear tire of the bike past my passenger side fender just as I scooted around the corner. I had zero time to react. Hell I was about a block away before I was able to lay on my horn as a feckless protest.

So I'm thinking of opening my own nonprofit and/or ambulance service.

If I'm going to be delivering babies, defibrillating, and cleaning up car bicycle accidents I should probably upgrade my first aid kit.

Also towels. Lots and lots of towels.
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Old rightist men are such crybabies and whiny.

No humor, no creativity, just existing until they go to the grave.

Their concept of fun is watching squirrels climb trees.
 
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I figured that would have been yesterday.

One of us need to talk to Que about troll-bantering and its side-effects...
 
Actually, we are down a goodly number of weasels. Just a few weasels more, so to speak. Now, if they'd only get their shit wrapped up . . . . :rolleyes:


I'm looking forward to almost entirely diff'runt weasels on the next job. I worked with a couple of these folks on the last one near there with moderate success.


Baby Bro Yo isn't invited, and the tears shed over that decision form a lovely desert.


:D


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If Baby Bro and his bro yo and numbah wun flunkie were all on fire and I could only save one, Wat would be torn as to whether to roast marshmallows or hot dogs. :rolleyes:


The hot rods are coming out. Saw two Caddies on a trailer, both '53s. A ragtop and a coupe. My guess: cut up the coupe for body panels to fix the ragtop. Couldn't cath the old teal pick-up tearing up the intertstae yesterday morning. And while getting gas last night, a guy rolled through in his A-bone coupe - sounded good.


And the big cruiser bikes, too . . . .


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That little fawker looks pretty damned serious about catching his own tail...



He's not relying on fate or a matchmaker.

:cool:
 
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