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Lame... so yeah with gas nearing 3$ a gallon, I figure, well I'll ask if I can do 4 day work weeks like all of the federal employees do... so I asked my federal boss...
his reply was...
"CBP policy is that contractors are not eligible for the alternate work schedule. Sorry."
Ok well sorry this, you pay the federal employees 3x what you do me to do the same job, plus you give them the option to work 4 10-hour days instead of 8 5-hour days... which to me, was invented to lessen traffic on roads and save fuel... there is no reason for me to be here 5 days a week...
So, I make 40k$ less a year for doing the same job AND AND AND, I can't work 4 days a week to save on fuel.

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An American is English, or French, or Italian, Irish, German,
Spanish, Polish, Russian or Greek.
An American may also be Canadian, Mexican, African, Indian,
Chinese, Japanese, Korean, Australian, Iranian, Asian, or Arab,
or Pakistani, or Afghan.
An American may also be a Cherokee, Osage, Blackfoot, Navaho,
Apache, Seminole or one of the many other tribes known as
native Americans.
An American is Christian, or he could be Jewish, or Buddhist,
or Muslim.
In fact, there are more Muslims in America than in Afghanistan.
The only difference is that in America they are free to worship
as each of them chooses.
An American is also free to believe in no religion. For that he
will answer only to God, not to the government, or to armed
thugs claiming to speak for the government and for God.
An American lives in the most prosperous land in the history of
the world.
The root of that prosperity can be found in the Declaration of
Independence, which recognizes the God given right of each
person to the pursuit of happiness.
An American is generous. Americans have helped out just about
every other nation in the world in their time of need.
When the Soviet army overran Afghanistan 20 years ago,
Americans came with arms and supplies to enable the people to
win back their country!
As of the morning of September 11, Americans had given more
than any other nation to the poor in Afghanistan.
Americans welcome the best, the best products, the best books,
the best music, the best food, the best athletes. But they also
welcome the! least.
The national symbol of America, The Statue of Liberty, welcomes
your tired and your poor, the wretched refuse of your teeming
shores, the homeless, tempest tossed. These in fact are the
people who built America.
Some of them were working in the Twin Towers the morning of
September 11, 2001 earning a better life for their families.
I've been told that the World Trade Center victims were from at
least 30 other countries, cultures, and first languages,
including those that aided and abetted the terrorists.
So you can try to kill an American if you must.
Hitler did.
So did General Tojo, and Stalin, and Mao Tse-Tung, and every
bloodthirsty tyrant in the history of the world.
But, in doing so you would just be killing yourself. Because
Americans are not a particular people from a particular place.
They are the embodiment of the human spirit of freedom.
Everyone who holds to that spirit, everywhere, is an American.

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This one goes out to Bob-0 and Bickel...
On the sea, on the ocean, on the island, on Bujan, on the empty pasture gleams the moon, on an ashstock lying in a green wood, in a gloomy vale. Toward the stock wandereth a shaggy wolf, horned cattle seeking for his sharp white fangs; but the wolf enters not the forest, but the wolf dives not into the shadowy vale. Moon, moon, gold-horned moon, check the flights of bullets, blunt the hunters' knifes, break the shepherds' cudgels, cast wild fear upon all cattle, on men, on all creeping things, that they may not catch the gray wolf, that they may not rend his warm skin! My word is binding, more binding than sleep, more binding than the promise of a hero.

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This one goes out to Bob-0 and Bickel...
On the sea, on the ocean, on the island, on Bujan, on the empty pasture gleams the moon, on an ashstock lying in a green wood, in a gloomy vale. Toward the stock wandereth a shaggy wolf, horned cattle seeking for his sharp white fangs; but the wolf enters not the forest, but the wolf dives not into the shadowy vale. Moon, moon, gold-horned moon, check the flights of bullets, blunt the hunters' knifes, break the shepherds' cudgels, cast wild fear upon all cattle, on men, on all creeping things, that they may not catch the gray wolf, that they may not rend his warm skin! My word is binding, more binding than sleep, more binding than the promise of a hero.

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Bah, there are tons of contractor jobs in Iraq, I want to go over and work one of them, but they always want you to be 21... but I mean come on, you can be 18 and go over there with a rifle to die, but I can't go over there as a contractor becuase my 21st birthday is a handful of months out? I mean come on, I already have a security clearence, I'm one of the people crazy enough to volunteer... just let me go!

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Do you know what it is like to look up into the velvet night sky, and yet not see the stars? Do you know what it is like to see the song birds sing their sweet music, and yet not hear their sound? Do you know what it is like to feel your heart inside you, and yet not feel it beat? Do you know what it is like to be in a crowd of people smiling, laughing, sharing their love together, and yet be all alone with no one around? Do you know what it is like when the light of your life has been extinguished, and you are left in absolute and complete darkness, frightened and alone? Do you know what it is like when the one you love so deeply and dearly is so far away? Your heart cries out their name and yet there is no reply.
All you want to do is hold them in your arms, and you cannot. All you desire to do is to kiss their sweet lips, and you cannot. You long to hear their soft sweet voice as they whisper words of love to you, and you cannot. You just want them near, and they are not.
Their absence brings with it frustration and sadness. You curse God that you cannot be with the one you love, and yet you thank him completely for bringing that person into your life, all the while knowing that no amount of dreams and hopes and prayers, can, at once, change the situation - the situation that is in the hands of the God that you curse.
So, what do you do in such times? How do you keep your wits about you? How do you maintain some semblance of normal life, when all you can do is think about is the person that you are so in love with and that you would do or give anything just to be with? You feel lost somewhere between the cruel reality of life, and the dream-like fairytale that you wish to live in, and the only salvation is to be found in the arms of your beloved and that cannot happen.
Friends cannot comfort your soul. Thoughts only make the pain in your heart worse. What do you do? You think about them - oh my God, how you think about them endlessly! You pray to God for the strength to see it through this situation, knowing that someday you will be with that person forever. But is that enough? No. Not always. Until you are in their arms, nothing really helps.
The mind is a whirlwind as your thoughts are tossed around like matchsticks in the wind. But the one thought that is all constant and eats away at the core of my soul is a simple one: "When will I hear from you again? Will I ever hear from you again?" Such silly thoughts are these. But time can cause such thoughts to occur. It is only human. I am only human.
And so, I wait. For how long? Only time and God can tell. And as I wait it seems as though the hands of the clock move in reverse instead of forward. Each second that passes seems as an eternity away from you. Time takes you further away from me instead of bringing you closer, and time is something that is beyond our control.
Oh to be an angel, and have wings that I may fly into your arms at this very second. To taste your sweet kiss and feel your warm embrace. To love you, to have the pain of needing you, vanish in your arms, as would snowflakes on a summer day. And to know that we would at last, be together for all our days. Days spent lost in sweet heavenly love, such as we have never known.
Oh God, my darling, how is it that love can be so wonderful, and yet hurt so badly? Such pleasure in knowing and feeling your love for me, and such mortal pain in being apart from the one that I love so deeply, so dearly, so passionately.
Darling there is an old saying that applies to being away from something. It goes, "Out of sight...out of mind." But, my love, every "old saying" has an opposite meaning. In this old saying it is also said, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," and just when I think it is not possible to be more in love with you, a second ticks off the clock, and I discover that I am more in love with you then ever before.

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Once again I wanted to ask everyone that doesn't read mousewax to start reading it (and deffinately read all the old 'issues' there is some hilarious stuff there involving Jesus and some Mormons, and Jesus and World of Warcraft, and Jesus and Comic Con as well as other crazy characters and funny stuff). The address is http://www.mousewax.com/ (also while you are there, vote for it, there is a voting icon on the right hand side). I know the guy who writes this and he's getting a bit discouraged lately (luckily he got some encouragement last night) but if some more votes appeared for him I bet he'd get the feeling more people actually read.
Ryan out.

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Once again I wanted to ask everyone that doesn't read mousewax to start reading it (and deffinately read all the old 'issues' there is some hilarious stuff there involving Jesus and some Mormons, and Jesus and World of Warcraft, and Jesus and Comic Con as well as other crazy characters and funny stuff). The address is http://www.mousewax.com/ (also while you are there, vote for it, there is a voting icon on the right hand side). I know the guy who writes this and he's getting a bit discouraged lately (luckily he got some encouragement last night) but if some more votes appeared for him I bet he'd get the feeling more people actually read.
Ryan out.

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I just realized that I've been at this job for 5 months now. Still, hardly anyone talks to me, they haven't really trained me... right now they are training a person who just started two weeks ago, and he's telling me everything they tell him so I have some idea of whats going on... becuase all that I know now is what I've learned by listening to everything everyone around my cubicle talks about and from trial and error. You know, I can't seem to get anything good to happen. I send Kirsten some flowers today... and her work is claiming no one by her name works there, so the flowers have dissapeared into limbo or something... whatever.