Fun at Work

I've been asked by my friends and extended family, "What is it you do again?" Well other than shuffle paper around, I get called when there is a spill of an unknown substance at work! Oh happy day!

A couple of Sundays ago I got a call around 11pm. I was still awake, sitting at my computer, rotting my brain. I saw it was a call from work, so of course I didn't answer. So I listened to the voice mail. "Jason! This is Jeremy! The warehouse guys spilled some chemicals in the back of a truck! No one is answering their phone! Call me back immediately, we have the fire dept here!"

Awe man!! So of course I call back. The warehouse didn't know what the product was that was now covering the inside of the 'rental' truck, but the label did say "Do not expose to skin. Do not inhale." Since no paper work was located on the buckets themselves, the warehouse had to call someone in the Air Import Dept aka my dept that shuffles papers all day. The Fire Dept needed to get their hands on a M.S.D.S. (Material Safety Data Sheet), but the warehouse didn't know how to call overseas.

So, I got on my cell phone and called up the origin station in Germany. As soon as I stated my name and where I was calling from, the agent on the other end said "I speak angrish not so good.... um.... we call back... OK?" I gave them my number and had them repeat it. Luckily, by the time I got to the office (around 12) I got a call from Germany, and put in my request for the MSDS.

So, I get to the office, have to go the back way as the cops have the front entrance barricaded off, and get into the office. I plug in my laptop, then call Jeremy back.

"Jeremy, it's Jason. Where are you?"
"Outside in front of door 5. Why?"
"Because I am in the office loading up my emails."
"Um, the fire dept evacuated everyone out of the building. You better get out of there."
"@%^$ you serious?"

So before the fire dept knew what was going on, I snuck out and around to where everyone was standing. There were 7 fire trucks there... We stood there watching the fire dept get in their Haz-mat suits as we still do not know what the chemicals where. It was about 100 degrees, and I was dripping in sweat just standing there, I felt very sorry for the firemen getting all suited up and stand around till we could figure out what was in there.

Germany had the MSDS! Finally! But it was written in Spanish! Another 30 minutes, and we finally have the paper work for.... A fire resistant plaster. Yeah... um... huh? All the paper work said it wasn't a haz-mat shipment, but you shouldn't inhale or touch it.

So, um... what now? The fire dept recommended that we have some professionals come out and clean up the mess, to avoid any chance of harm or injury. Then they packed up and left.

So what is it that I do? I get to call overseas, obtain the necessary paper work to ensure the warehouse doesn't compound a problem by touching and smelling what they shouldn't touch and smell.

Here are some pictures for ya.

The crap that was spilled.



Some of the splatter.

The clean up.... notice the sign in the upper right hand corner? I love this shot!

Skinforhair and Ordinaryfool

I am a World of Warcraft player. There I said it. It's out. Luckily I am not alone. Like the fellow in the photo with me. This is Jeremiah. Not the Jeremiah that would kick my butt as a kid, but a fellow player of W.O.W. His character's name is Skinforhair and mine is Ordinaryfool.

Once upon a time Rob, Randy, and I all played WOW together. In game there is a function that allows you to create a "Guild" that all your friends can be a part of. Our Guild's name was "Who Stepped in Gnome". Jer saw the name and thought it was great, so he joined. We found out he lived in Utah, so I made a "Mormon" crack. Had to see if he was Mormon or not. Since he got pretty defensive, it was determined he was LDS. That was when I told him that more than half the guild was LDS.

So when I went to Utah for that road trip of mine, I met Skinforhair in person. I was amazed that we both live up to our name. He is bald, and would give skin for hair, and I am just another ordinary fool.

The move

I moved from a 2 bedroom crappy kitchen apt in Arlington to a one bedroom slightly less crappy kitchen apt in Bedford. Why would I subject myself to yet another move on my list? To get out of debt of course. It is difficult to actually save money while moving as you seem to burn a lot of fuel, eat out all the time and pay movers. Granted, I could have used the Elders Quarm from church, but since I don't go to church I thought that would be fairly cruel to ask. Plus I wanted movers to move me, as the last time I had Elders help me out, they dropped a dresser down a flight of stairs. Those idiots. I said "Oh don't worry, that only used to belong to my grandmother." Yes I am cruel. This time I was able to use movers from moveforfree.com. Low and behold they were free and good!

The day of the move, 2 little Mexicans showed up. I've got a 52 inch TV, so I was a little worried. Luckily they had all the right equipment for moving all of my crap. They would take a load out to the moving truck (it had a lift gate) and then literally run back to my apt to grab something else. I was amazed. Then what truly amazed me is when they were moving the TV into the new apt. I am now located on the 2 nd floor. They picked up the thing and walked it right up the stairs and into the front door. Almost like it was nothing. I tipped 'em good.

By the end of the day I was pretty stinky and wanted a shower. Now where did I pack clean clothes? I had to tear apart 2 boxes and a suit case in order to find stuff. I made a mess. I did take a picture, but can't upload it currently.

I situated all my furniture and unloaded most of my crap. I still don't have internet at my place, and am trying to decide if I want it. Sadly it is a need. I need to update this blog at least once every two weeks, and I need to be able to work from home. sigh...

Looking forward to folks coming over to see the pad.

My journal

Well this is the week that I "get" to pack and go through all of my crap. I've got a lot of crap. I've found bills left over from Georgia... they are all paid... I just need to shred 'em. I have come across various journals, papers, books, etc. Coming across the journals has allowed me to slow my progress and sit and read. I hate cleaning and organizing.

I came across an entry when I was 16. I wrote something along the lines of : "Now that I am older, Dad and I are able to actually do things together. It has been a lot of fun as we have come to know each other better." I've always thought that Dad and I were close, but when I started to think about it, we didn't really bond till he was done with School and we started having the same interests. Interests like video games. Laugh if you will, but I remember dad asking me "Hey Jason, can you load that Doom game on the computer for me?" or "Where is your Nintendo? I want to play Tetris." I was the kid in school with the dad that was cool. He would play video games with us.

Mom and I were close during that time as well. She was usually home when I came home from school with my lunch. I would usually go to the Snack Shack and pick up a Bacon Cheese Burger. Mmmmm it was always so good. The brown paper sack was almost see through by the time I would make it home. Once, when I brought a friend over to the house, mom took a bite out of my burger. In mid chew I said " Mom that was Karl's" I thought she was about to spit it out. Of course it was my burger... but it was funny.

I've decided not to read my journal anymore during this move. I need to pack. I also need to disconnect my tv. Granted I am writing this at Rob and Chrissy's.... It is a mess at my place... and um... I had to procrastinate more. Emily is a good distraction. She sure is cute! and a flirt!

Mission Story

My Zone Leader and I were on splits in my last area. He and I came out to Nebraska at the same time and were going home at the same time. We were both burned out, and ready to go home. For me, that state of mind was "I can say anything and pretty much get away with it."

Anyway, Elder Dart and I were teaching a recent convert the new member discussions. I had the feeling the only reason she joined the church was because she "liked" the Elder that taught her in the first place. (Not me, some other fella) This girl was a bit of a harlot prior to joining the church. (I had another word picked out but I couldn't figure out how to spell it.) And was 7 months pregnant.

So, Elder Dart and I are chit chatting with her. She told us that she can't decide on a name for her little girl yet. I instantly say "How about Isabel?" Elder Dart turns and just stares at me with the expression of "I can't believe you just said that". It took everything I had not to crack up.

The girl (I can't remember her name) thought about the name and then said. No, I don't really like it.

The name Isabel is used in The Book of Mormon. Alma 39:3 and I quote: "And this is not all, my son. Thou didst do that which was grievous unto me; for thou didst forsake the ministry, and did go over into the land of Siron among the borders of the Lamanites, after the harlot Isabel."

You see it is possible to use the scriptures to insult someone.... Not the correct way to use the scriptures, but memorable.

I wonder

I wonder if the job title for a person who works at a vet and files away the folders would be called "Pet-a-file"

I don't know why I felt compelled to put that on my blog. I don't think I heard it, I was seriously sitting here at my computer and it just popped in my head... Anyone else see a problem here?

Misc pictures

I came across some of my more favorite pictures. They are of me, of course.

Rob, Chrissy, Lori, Randy, Scott, Richard, and myself all went camping. Rob and Chrissy had this HUGE tent that came with a kids tent. So of course I set it up and sat in it. It really does look like I am larger than life!

Travis and I were hiking in Georgia. I think Kelly was out of town and we were both bored. I wanted to get some pictures of waterfalls because Texas really doesn't have that type of scenery. Yet again, I felt it appropriate to be a dork and take a serious black and white picture. And what do you know? The stinking thing actually turned out good.

I also feel I should explain this next picture. The reason I found this so funny is because the National Park that I was at, found it important to notify the public of the slight incline on the side walk, but failed to mention anything about the 700 ft drop into the Canyon De Chelle just a mere 10 yards away.

Just for Michael TOM

When I saw this, I had to take a picture. I thought of you.

The car

I heard grumblings about the dog I found, but heard that ya'll liked the car. So here she is.

I try so hard to be cool, and fail so easily.

I thought the dash board was pretty cool.

Per Chrissy's request, I have added a picture of behind the vent. Zooming in you can see that I am looking at you.... weird huh?
Plenty of trunk space.


I had to clean out the tumble weeds before I could get in the car.

More pictures of the vacation

I went up into the mountains to drink in nature... and find a nice place to sit and read. This whole vacation I kept trying to find the "perfect" place to park my butt and read. It was very nice not having to worry about fire ants, chiggers, and other Texas bugs when finding the perfect place. I never found that perfect place, I would sit by a stream and think "Why do I have to pee?"

I did find a nice place in the mountains

But kept getting a wiff of something... so I had to look around for that something. Found a doggy that just wanted to play dead... and nothing else.

But I did end up playing in the snow.

Later in the trip, we found an old Buick... I guess they are all old, but you know what I mean. I think we spent way too long looking at this old car and the trash around it... but I guess I am not in tune with my artistic side... I did find a place to sit and read my book though... it was in the car.

All in all, I had a good time. It did feel good to get away from it all.

Sick again

Last time I was sick, it was actually food poisoning. Not a fun time. Now I am actually sick. Started with a soar throat Sunday morning, and the coughing / gaging technique I inherited from my father. You know what I am talking about, coughing so bad that you gag yourself. Gee thanks dad. All I can really say is I am glad my stomach is empty... or it would have been a few minutes ago.

Yeah I can't swallow anything. When your body knows this, it won't swallow when you sleep. I figured this out when I woke up in a puddle. I am sleepy but can't go back to bed for fear of waking up in another puddle, and I am thirsty. So it makes everything even worse.

Who won't be going to work today? *Raises hand to wipe mouth, coughs, gags, tries to say "me" coughs some more ends up pointing at self*

Pictures

It is 2 am and I am tired. Here is a few pictures of the trip.

It figures

I was to leave for my vacation tonight, but I am at home sick. Not just sick, food poisoning sick. It started yesterday. I had Taco Bell for lunch and got jacked up. I've been at home since yesterday evening. I am hoping that by tomorrow I will be able to keep food and fluids in me. I really want to go on vacation.

What is really funny is the fact that I procrastinated all my shopping and packing. Now I am too sick to do any of it. I finally have enough strength to do my laundry.

Well we shall see if I am able to leave tomorrow.

After one month... and still nothing.

Well, one whole month has now passed since my last blog entry. I can honestly say that a lot has happened in that month. I can also honestly say that I don't know what to even write about.

My lil sister Kelly had a cute baby boy. She done good all over again... Travis helped.

I no longer have a lab partner. I don't think it was due to my witty jokes. Actually for some reason my sleep pattern is WAY off, and I started missing school because of it... blah blah blah... and I dropped out. On the plus side it was my money that I blew, and not my folks money... for once.

Can't say my sleep pattern is back to normal though. If it doesn't get back to normal during my vacation, I will need to see a Doctor. What is a normal sleep pattern for Jason? That is a good question. I would say, going to bed at 1 am and getting up around 9 am. Lately it is around 4 or 5 am and sleeping through my first alarm at 9 am to wake up with my second alarm going off at 11.... yawn. Yeah, it sucks and I hate it.

It is actually 3 am right now as I write this... oh I am tired, but my mind won't stop running and my eyes can't stay shut.... and there is nothing on tv.... granted I don't have cable... so there is never anything on.

Keep in mind, I am not complaining, only rambling. I have received all types of grief for not writing on this site. "When you gonna update your site?" "With what?"

I mentioned that I am going on vacation. Yes, it is true. One whole week off of work. I really don't know how I should act, as I am used to having surgery at the same time as my vacations. This time I am doing a road trip... to Utah... boring! Actually it should be fun, and if it isn't.... well um... I'll complain about it in my blog.

I hope I have brought joy to the masses... and it isn't letting me attach a picture. Figures.

Restraint

In lab today, our experiment consisted of the separation of the components of a mixture. The mixture consisted of Sea Salt, Sand, and Naphthalene or in other words the stuff they add to cotton balls to make moth balls.

When the teacher said "Moth Balls" I was able to restrain myself from raising my hand and asking "Have you ever smelled moth balls?". Oh it was so difficult. I did ask my lab partner though. The poor guy walked right into it.

"Have you ever smelled moth balls?"
"Yeah."
"How do you get their little legs apart?"
"What?"

I almost asked him if he has ever seen an egg plant....

Ramblings.....

I really don't have anything to write about, hence the title of the blog. School is going OK, work is going OK, home life is going OK. I've got spring break coming up in one month. Road trip! Yes yes, I know my two sisters are envious. Granted I will be driving to Utah... atleast it is better than sitting at home and wondering what to do with my week.

My buddy, Scott, and I are going to spend about 3 days in Utah. He is going to visit family, and I am going to bug friends. "Mooch" might be a better word, oh well. On top of going to Utah, we plan on hitting up some National Parks and doing some hiking and what not.

I am looking forward to being around mountains again. I do have hopes of getting in some fishing while I am out there. I am hoping that Scott will super glue his ass to the driver seat again. You think I kid.... he literally had super glue spill (unknowingly) between his legs as he sat in the driver's seat. I don't think I have ever laughed harder. Well, maybe his butt wasn't affixed to the seat itself, but his pants were. Let's just say it was a "sticky" situation. And that he was the "butt" of many jokes on the drive back.

Actually I guess it is my turn to have something happen to me. Trust me though, it won't be funny whatever it is... I don't roll like that!

Old picture

I came across some very old friends through another networking website. Spencer sent this to me. It is Scott, Me, and Spencer.

Me vs Kelly

Since Kelly doesn't even remember me slapping her, I now wish I did it more than once.... Let's see what other stories I have in my head.

Honey Grove -

I was driving home from school. Keep in mind we literally lived 3 blocks from the high school, but I drove because it was cool. Actually I drove so I could go to Athletics with out having to ride the bus clear across town to get to the field house. And our High School didn't have a cafeteria, so I didn't want to hitch a ride.

I digress.... Kelly and I were driving home from school in my 1967 VW Bug... fighting..... again. She left something and wanted to go back. I wanted to get home. I told her she could walk there once we made it back home.... even though it was cold and raining.... but I digress....
We are yelling at each other, so while we have eye contact, I push in the clutch and slam down on those breaks. She had to break eye contact as she did everything she could to keep her face from kissing the windshield. She got out of the car, and I drove the rest of the way home.

And yes, I laughed then... even now I giggle a little...

Siblings and memories

I thought of writing a blog on each one of my Brothers and Sisters, but I don't really want to put aside that much time and effort. Besides, I only want to share a couple of my horror stories that I have on my mind.

Living in Cedarville:

I remember being in a car seat sitting next to Chrissy and Michael, while dad was driving through the pass. I was trying to tell them something and they kept saying "Spit it out Jason! Spit it out!" So, I kept turning my head and literally spit. I don't know if I ever said what I was trying to say.

I remember being in the van with Michael and Chrissy as they played. I also remember them bailing out of said van once the parking brake was released. I do remember still being in the van as it rolled down the driveway, across the street, and into our neighbors yard. I don't remember if I was standing up while this whole thing happened. More than likely I was standing up between the front seats as Michael and Chrissy were the ones "driving".

I remember sitting at the table next to Chrissy with a tack in my hand threatening to stick it in her leg. I don't remember if we were fighting or playing. (Chrissy and I didn't fight as much as Kelly and me) But I remember Chrissy saying "Do it Jason! Do it!" So, much like "spitting it out" I followed the direction of my sister and "did it". She screamed and cried and ran to her bed room.

Alturas -

Michael used to fart in a jar, cover it with his hand, walk up to me, put it under my nose, and remove his hand. The jerk.

Michael had a birthday party or a sleep over at our place. I was the little brother, and wasn't allowed to hang out with them in the boys bedroom. Once the door was open and I was allowed to go into the room, I found that they left a lot of M&M's on the floor. So, I ate them. Found out later that he and his friends tried to melt said M&M's.... by farting on them.

Hurst -

I pissed Kelly off, so she went after me with a belt. I was maybe 10, and she was maybe 8. Oh I forgot to mention that the buckle end of the belt was hitting me. Your not supposed to hit a girl, but I don't know why I didn't do anything to stop her. The only thing I did was curl up in a ball.

Honey Grove -

It was after church, Kelly and I were in the parking lot... fighting. I was probably 16 and Kelly 14. She swung at me, as if she were going to punch me in the nose. The punch didn't even come close, but it did trigger my reflexes. I slapped her. I remember the shock on Kelly's face, and then she started to cry, and ran to the car. I walked into the building to get Mom and go, but she was talking to a group of women.
"Mom, we need to go."
"Not yet, Jason."
"Mom we really need to go!"
"What is the big rush?"
"I just slapped Kelly."
"We need to go." Was her reply.

Ok the last one really wasn't a horror story, well not from my perspective. I still remember mom telling Chrissy and me that we could slap Kelly if she needed it. Mom denied ever saying that after I actually slapped Kelly.

I can't think of what a horror story that involves Aaron. I'll have to think them up and write about that on a different day.....

Love

I know it is very strange for me to even mention being in love, but I think I am at that point. Who knew that this could happen to me? We were brought together around Christmas time, I've hardly spoken to anyone about this. Trust me I was very timid to even try and put my hopes up. But I was amazed when I came home from work on Tuesday to find something so soft and tender waiting for me.

Yep, I am in love with my crock pot. I didn't know that chicken could get so tender and yummy by adding a couple cans of soup and salt / pepper. Mom got me the thing for Christmas, and I haven't tried it out till now.

I've been using that 25 lbs bag of rice that Aaron got me for Christmas as well. Don't worry, he gave me a rice cooker at the same time, he isn't that mean.... anymore. I might not have gotten any clothes this Christmas (I was amazed!), but I did get some cook wear as I am single and will stay single for a long time yet!

No mom, I am not dating anyone. No mom, I haven't been in a relationship since... er... um... what year is this?

Piles and Piles of folders

I once thought that I was busy in my last position at work. I don't know what I was thinking... Currently I have mounds of folders on my desk, and some that are starting to be pushed to the floor area. I might know what each pile means, but I have no idea what I am supposed to do with each pile. In other words, I don't know how to fix the problems.

My Manager has deemed as the "Accounting Fixer-upper" even though I told him the only reason that I passed Accounting in High School is because the girl sitting next to me passed it. He thought I was joking! I am mom... er... I would never cheat in High School... ever again.

Being a supervisor is overrated, especially at this place. Everyone in Management over here is from Exel. For those of you that don't know, Exel got bought out by DHL. So now both the Brokerage Dept and the Air Import Dept are running off of different systems, we have new work procedures, but the same personnel, and managers as we had in Exel. I really don't know how to put into words how screwed up it is over here.

I forgot to mention that I know how to work the brokerage department (well with the Exel system) but I haven't been in Air Imports in several years. I thought I might get some sort of training.... I mean, I do work for a new company... it's almost comical now that I think about it... training. HA!

Of course I am just using this as my chance to vent. No sympathy is required. I just wanted to vent.

To be in school again....

As most of you know... actually all of you since this blog hasn't made it past my family... I am taking 4 credit hours this semester at TCC. It's been 2 years since I have actually gone to school, and longer still since I have gone to school with a degree goal. I decided to take only one class this semester to ease back in. I currently work 40 (plus) hours a week, and really don't want to fail / drop classes anymore. I figured Chemistry would be a good eye opener. The only real eye opener I have had this 2nd day back at school is how much I have little tolerance for stupid people.

Please understand something, I do not consider myself smart. Being smart and a smart ass are two totally different things. Sometimes I have little tolerance for myself.... and those can be interesting days. I may even elaborate sometime, but lets stay on one subject.

Actually, I may just not continue on. As I started to elaborate I realized how petty and uninteresting it was... so I deleted my tirade... it turns out I don't have tolerance for people sitting in class not paying attention, whispering with their neighbor about not understanding what the professor is talking about. But of course I have been in their shoes before... but not on the 2nd day of class.... maybe the 3rd.... but heaven forbid it being the 2nd day. I thought I would be at the disadvantage since I am 28 and just now taking a freshman chemistry course. Aparantly some people who are younger than me and just graduated high school still don't know what is going on.

All in all, I think I shouldn't have much trouble with this class. I am already starting to wonder if I should have taken a second class. But I can't get going too fast and furious.

My teacher did bring up what the minimum GPA that will be needed to be to be considered for the Nursing Program that TCC Offers. I started to cringe, but she said a 2.5. I honestly think she was kidding. I am sitting on a 3.2 right now, which I will bring up... but it is looking like I might have a chance to be considered.

If I can just surround myself with stupid people, I will feel better about myself and boost that self esteem of mine up a bit... I should be able to get accepted. Time will tell.

The origin of jhasonhayes....

I thought I might as well inform the masses where I got the website name. It isn't an interesting story, nor a long one.
During High School, I would practice how best to sign my name. We have all done it. What is the best way to write it? What is the coolest way? Fastest? Original? Easy? Easy.... yes that is the best. With looking up to my dad growing up, I noticed that he signs his name, GHayes. It is all in cursive. I still don't know how it is easier to write the cursive G than the regular G, but it's his name.
So that is what I decided. JHayes is quick, easy, and I can remember that. Apparently I can't remember how I write my name under pressure and when I am sick. I was in Spanish class, and had to turn in my homework by passing it up to the front of the class. So in my haste I wrote my name J Hason Hayes... Once I finished I looked at my paper, handed it to the girl in front of me, and started to laugh. Of course I just had to share what was so funny with my friends. Yep, I didn't live that mistake down.
Maybe I should name my first boy Hason. Poor kid, lucky dad. I mean, if I had a wife that would let me get away with that....

What am I doing?

I don't know why I created a blog site... I don't have the internet at my house... I don't have time to update this thing while I am work... I don't want my mom to find out what I do when I have spare time... I know I am 28, I know that I live on my own, but I also know I don't want to inherit her crafting stuff.... I think ahead, thank you very much

So, now I will see what I can do with this site.

I see.... a whole lot of nothing.