Tower Of Babel

Yes bredrens, it is the end of yet another work week (even though I’m on call tomorrow and Sunday), so, it is time to let it all hang out, relax and have a couple drinks, yep, it is Friday. Oh, might I remind you that it is also the end of January to rahtid already!? February starts tomorrow. How are all the resolutions that we made at the end of 2002 coming along? I won’t answer for myself.

I really don’t have much to post about tonight, but, as I don’t want to disappoint any of you who may come here hoping to find something new, I have decided to post a couple of the weird referrals to this site. Here they go:

doctor doctor live porn, pregnant by condom found in trash can!!!, nude doctor.

I guess sex does sell on the net and elsewhere doesn’t it?

Finally, I am going to end by posting a joke that someone sent me on e-mail recently. Actually, I thought that I had not deleted it, but I did, so, I will have to abbreviate it and tell it how I remember.

Harry was in his sixties and was going through a period of illness, he was losing weight and his appetite was getting poor. His son Mark became concerned about him, and took him to see his long time doctor. After taking his history and examining him, Doc. said, “Harry, I am not too sure what is wrong mi friend, we need to mek you do some tests so we can find out what de problem is man. You have to do some blood tests and a special X-Ray.”

Mark took Harry to have the necessary tests done, and they went back to Doc. two weeks later. Harry was still not looking too good, in fact, he had lost more weight. Doc. went over the results with them and then he said, “Harry, I am friad to to tell you…. the news nuh look good at all. It seems as if you well sick. Look like we dealing wid de big C here!” Mark suddenly looked very concerned. He blurted out in shock, “Rass Doc. You mean Daddy have Cancer?!” Doc. nodded, and added that from the results he had, things looked grim, he did not think that there was much he could offer at this stage.

Harry and Mark left Doc’s office quite dejected. Driving home, Harry said to his son, “Mark, drive to de corner bar. If is cancer me have, and me going dead soon, I waan fe drink some rum wid me friend dem. The least me can do is enjoy what likkle time me have lef wid me bredrens.”

Mark was only too happy to oblige and said that he would join them. They pulled up at the bar, and surely enough, there were all of Harry’s long time buddy’s, all already quite plastered in their liquor. They greeted each other just like usual and in no time, Harry and Mark were on their third round of drinks.

Eventually, Harry, quite charged, got up and said that he had an announcement that he had to make to all his bredrens. They looked at him, and even though they were already quite inebriated, they could ascertain that he was coming with some serious shit by the look on his face.

He said, “Mi friends, I am not well. I jus come from de Doctor, and him tell me that me well sick. In fact, I will soon dead to rass! That is why me come to have a drink with all o you, because me don’t know how long me have to live.” One of his friends said, “Harry. I am sorry to hear dat man. But, tell us, what de Doctor say is wrong with you?”

Harry replied, “Doc. tell me that I am dying from AIDS!” His son Mark, looked quite puzzled. Despite having a few drinks, he knew that is not what he heard the doctor tell his Father.

His friends decided to get a laugh out of the matter, one of them saying, “AIDS eh? Is because o de whole heap of woman you used to screw before why you catch it. Plus, you is a man dat never like de boots (condom) business at all. Anyway, a so life go. Don’t fret yuself.”

They had a few more drinks and then Harry and Mark left the bar for home. In the car, Mark asked his Daddy why he told his friends that he had AIDS, when the doctor told him that he had cancer. Harry replied, “Son, I am a lot older and wiser than you. I know mi frend dem very well. All of dem is no better dan dutty dog. I tell dem dat me have AIDS cause when me dead, me don’t want none of dem fuck you Mother!” Have a good weekend.

Well, our friendly match against the USA team is less than two weeks away. According to this Gleaner article three UK based players have confirmed that they will be playing.

I have a patient at the hospital who was a fairly good ‘baller’ himself in the past and he came to clinic on Tuesday. So, after getting the medical stuff out of the way, we started to rap about the upcoming match. So, I asked him how he thought things would go. “Bwoy, Doc, it nuh look too pretty a rass, you nuh! I predict it will be another case of 4:0” (Our team was beaten by the Canadian team in a friendly 4:0 recently.) So, he is predicting a four-nil win for the Yanks! He then went on, “But, you must still come a de match, you know. Nice girls fe look pon and it should be entertaining football, nevertheless!”

So, what have all the football fans got to say? Mad Bull , you buy de ticket dem yet rude bwoy? Later.

I got most pissed off at work today….. We have a patient that had an Abdominal Ultrasound done on Monday. The report was still not on the Ward this morning, so, I decided to go down by the Department to see if I could get it. This I did. So I went to the clerk in the relevant section. She had a few patients dealing with who were to have tests done this morning. So, I stood up for about ten minutes waiting before I could get a chance to speak with her.

Eventually, I was able to tell her what I was there about. She grumbled something under her breath, but I took no notice of it, as I assumed that someone else had screwed with her. I had done her nothing. Eventually, she found the report. She asked me where the patient’s X-Ray bag was? I told her it was on the Ward with a Chest-X-Ray in it, which the patient had the same day as the Ultrasound, and the report reached the Ward the same day the X-Ray was done. She blurts out, “Why did you not bring the bag?” I replied, “There was no need to as I would simply take the report back to the ward and put it in the bag!” She started to dish out more attitude.

“Anyway, sign in the book to say you have received it”, she said. Now, she is supposed to write up the particulars and then leave a space for whoever collects it to sign, in the ‘book’. She grabbed the book up and simply wrote the date. Then she flung it down. She said, “Sign you name by the date!” So, I scribbled my initials by the date, flung the book down and took the damn report. I stepped out past other people who work in her section and said, “I am tired of taking attitude from hospital staff as I simply try to do my work for the PATIENTS!!” After all, this was not MY report.

Anyway, I was quite pissed and simply glanced at the conclusion of the report, which was, “Normal study”.

I went back to the Ward, still annoyed.

Another male doctor from a different service was seeing one of our patients and making his notes. He asked me why I looked so upset. I related the story, and told him that I had to restrain myself from telling the bitch some good bombo claat! He laughed, and said that he knew only too well what I was referring to. He is a bit younger in his medical career than I am, but said he almost considered it part of the job! You see, attitude is dished out by all sorts, Medical Technologists, Radiographers, PORTERS, Pharmacists and last, but by no means least, DOCTORS and NURSES. And, I don’t mean to bash the females here, but, I find them far more willing to dish out the attitude thing that us guys. That is just my observation anyway.

It seems to me that you have to kiss ass in order to get people to do their rass jobs! Everybody is King or Queen over their little niche in the hospital. Well, just wait until you need a favour from me, when you need to be seen quickly because of some acute skin problem, and the earliest clinic date is eight weeks hence. Life has a way of being very spiteful sometimes. And boy, do we all get our due karma.

My colleague then glanced at the Ultrasound report which I still had in my hand and asked me if I hadn’t noticed that it was flawed!? I said no. He said to read through the body of it (which I said above, I had not done. I only read the conclusion because of how vexed I was at the moment that I collected it.) It described the liver, the kidneys, spleen and gallbladder as being normal in echo pattern. Then it went into the uterus neing normally anteverted and non-gravid with normal ovaries etc. Anyway, that was when I stared to smile to myself. You see, the report is for a patient of ours. And, HE is MALE!!

Having been screwed over by this little wench, I decided that I was taking this straight to my boss. If the little woman had been decent, I might just have gone back there with the report and pointed it out to them nicely, that this was a clear error. But, the report was signed, with all the patient particulars clearly typed, his name, age, sex, and registration number were there. So, I thought that some heads should roll for this. After all, this was a grave mistake.

My boss dealt with it and in no time, they asked if we could send him back to the department to have it rectified. I suppose that some serious shit went down in that section of the hospital today, and, I am sure they all assume that I caused it. Well, guess what? I don’t give a fart!

Why the hell should I have to take crap from hospital staff in order to do my work? Hell, I do mine. If you are fed up with your job, den lef it rass!! Trus me, there is someone out there who will do your job, and for LESS than what you earn now!! There is no member of staff who is irreplaceable. I am tired of taking crap, and from now on, I REFUSE TO! Screw all of them.

Having got that off my chest, I am going to have a shower, and hit the sack. Night all, and don’t dish out any attitude at work tomorrow! One love. What have you to say?? (Attitude is not permitted either, it will not be tolerated! )

I got most pissed off at work today….. We have a patient that had an Abdominal Ultrasound done on Monday. The report was still not on the Ward this morning, so, I decided to go down by the Department to see if I could get it. This I did. So I went to the clerk in the relevant section. She had a few patients dealing with who were to have tests done this morning. So, I stood up for about ten minutes waiting before I could get a chance to speak with her.

Eventually, I was able to tell what I was there about. She grumbled something under her berath, but I took no notice of it, as I assumed that someone else had screwed with her. I had done her nothing. Eventually, she found the report. She asked me where the patient’s X-Ray bag was? I told her it was on the Ward with a Chest-X-Ray in it, which the patient had the same day as the Ultrasound, and the report reached the Ward the same day the X-Ray was done. She blurts out, “Why did you not bring the bag?” I replied, “There was no need to as I would simply take the report back to the ward and put it in the bag!” She started to dish out more attitude.

“Anyway, sign in the book to say you have received it”, she said. Now, she is supposed to write up the particulars and then leave a space for whoever collects it to sign, in the ‘book’. She grabbed the book up and simply wrote the date. Then she flung it down. She said, “Sign you name by the date!” so, I scribbled my initials by the date, flung the book down and took the damn report. I stepped out past other people who work in her section and said, “I am tired of taking attitude from hospital staff as I simply try to do my work for the PATIENTS!!” After all, this was not MY report.

Anyway, I was quite pissed and simply glanced at the conclusion of the report, which was, “Normal study”.

I went back to the Ward, still annoyed.

Another male doctor from a different service was seeing one of our patients and making his notes. He asked me why I looked so upset. I related the story, and told him that I had to restrain myself from telling the bitch some good bombo claat! He laughed, and said that he knew only too well what I was referring to. He is a bit younger in his medical career than I am, but said he almost considered it part of the job! You see, attitude is dished out by all sorts, Medical Technologists, Radiographers, PORTERS, Pharmacists and last, but by no means least, DOCTORS and NURSES. And, I don’t mean to bash the females here, but, I find them far more willing to dish out the attitude thing that us guys. That is just my observation anyway.

It seems to me that you have to kiss ass in order to get people to do their rass jobs! Everybody is King or Queen over their little niche in the hospital. Well, just wait until you need a favour from me, when you need to be seen quickly because of some acute skin problem, and the earliest clinic date is eight weeks hence. Life has a way of being very spiteful sometimes. And boy, do we all get our due karma.

My colleague then glanced at the Ultrasound report which I still had in my hand and asked me if I hadn’t noticed that it was flawed!? I said no. He said to read through the body of it (which I said above, I had not done. I only read the conclusion because of how vexed I was at the moment that I collected it.) It described the liver, the kidneys, spleen and gallbladder as being normal in echo pattern. Then it went into the uterus neing normally anteverted and non-gravid with normal ovaries etc. Anyway, that was when I stared to smile to myself. You see, the report is for a patient of ours. And, HE is MALE!!

Having been screwed over by this little wench, I decided that I was taking this straight to my boss. If the little woman had been decent, I might just have gone back there with the report and pointed it out to them nicely, that this was a clear error. But, the report was signed, with all the patient particulars clearly typed, his name, age, sex, and registration number were there. So, I thought that some heads should roll for this. After all, this was a grave mistake.

My boss dealt with it and in no time, they aksed if we could send him back to the department to have it rectified.

Why the hell should I have to take crap from hospital staff in order to do my work? Hell, I do mine. If you are fed up with your job, den lef it rass!! Trus me, there is someone out there who will do your job, and for LESS than what you earn now!! There is no member of staff who is irreplaceable. I am tired of taking crap, and form now on, I REFUSE TO! Screw all of them.

Having got that off my chest, I am going to have a shower, and hit the sack. Night all, and don’t dish out any attitude at work tomorrow! One love. What have you to say?? (Attitude is not permitted either, it will not be tolerated! )

Goodness guys, I can’t believe the response I got from the one little post - thanks for the support! I believe I will do my best to keep it up A special thanks to Desiree and Jamie who made it to the site via my bro - Dr D!!! He is special isn’t he?

Well, inspired by Jamie’s four (4) dogs, I decided to do a bit of a post about pets in general….I am definitely a dog, cat and tropical fish lover. Currently I don’t have any pets here with me but that’s another story!! I do, however, currently have two (2) dogs in Jamaica living with my bro and my father (even though they may be under the distinct impression that the dogs belong to them now - hah!) - they are just the most special and the kindest animals I’ve ever come across, at least I think so!!! Anyway, one is a runt and another is a mix of Yellow Lab and I’m not sure what else, but she’s my fave! She was actually gift from my mother’s boss just a bit before she got sick, but not to worry she was a great comfort to her sometimes for sure. Her name is Suzie Q - this name came about because Dr D and I had her in a basket with old bath towels to keep her warm when she was a pup and were in the midst of deciding where to place her temporarily and were talking to each other to make the decision only to see the pup looking up at us quite inquisitively and ‘talking’ without opening her mouth (kind of mumbling sounds), hence the name came about - Suzie Q!!! She’s very nosy in a nice way though, she’s what you’d call a dog with great interest! She’s very yellow in colour, has the nicest black coal eyes and nose and loves to snuggle, she’s very warm and sweet and has a very pretty face - I love her so! If you don’t believe me then ask Mad Bull Jr!!! He will concur I am sure I loved to give her baths as she smells so nice afterwards and then is able to come inside and sit with me under the desk with the computer quite comfortably, as well as, sleep on the carpet in the bedroom. She’d sometimes like to stay outside at nights and ‘make her rounds,’ after doing so, she’d stop by my bedroom window and bark until I finally opened my window to ’speak’ with her - she’s a true treasure and has given my family and friends lots of love and laughter. Not to worry I am going to speak of the other dog as well, but still not finished with ‘Sue Sue’ as she’s affectionately known to us all! Dr D loves her just as much as I do, so when the days are hot (as they usually are in Jamdown) Dr D would turn on the water sprinkler so that Sue Sue could do her water ballet - the sprinkler spins around and around and so does she - it’s a pleasure to watch her as she loves the water more than the land! She’ll also play fetch as long as you can endure, she has the stamina to match and exceed your own for sure. I can’t express how much I miss her, it’s just amazing. For all of you who have dogs or have had them, then you know that look of when you come driving home and open the car door and have your special dog(s) jump in your lap - your day no matter how bad it was just got great again - I just love their loyalty - they’re just great aren’t they?

Ok, the other dog we have (the runt) is Friendly! He was a stray, but was always so gracious and nice - never barked, but was so gentle and exceedingly friendly with everyone, so much so that everyone remarked about his friendly nature, hence the name, ‘Friendly.’ Friendly used to come around once in a while when we didn’t have any dogs at all, but when we got Sue Sue, he was there everyday and they became friends for true. So, I decided that Suzie was to be spayed and Friendly would have to be neutered in order for them to remain together - everyone said that I shouldn’t separate them as they were really platonic friends, so I didn’t and they are still there together today! Not to worry, I bathed Friendly too and he loved it as well, he didn’t squirm at all like - he is really well behaved - we love him just as much and he does his job very well! What job you ask? To be a comfort to Sue Sue

There is another dog next door that practically lives at our house too - he really loves the company of Sue Sue and Friendly, too. I’m not sure what type of doggie he is, but he’s certainly mixed as well - his name is Algeron, Algie for short (pronounced Aljie) - don’t take my word for it…Dr D tells me that Algie is there everyday without fail to see our doggies, too. Algie actually belongs to my friend Baby modda who now resides in the US as well as I do.
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Right. I’m listening to Kenny G again. So, you done know!!!

Today has been a day where I think I have experienced various emotions. Weatherwise, it has been cool, rainy and dark for almost the whole day. Right now, I actually have on a T-shirt and usually, in the type of temperatures that we are accustomed to here, I usually am in the house in boxers only. But, it is a bit too chilly for that tonight …..yes, I know, too much damn information, right?

Last week, my housekeeper called me on Tuesday morning just as I was making my cup of tea. She sounded very upset. She was calling to say that she was unable to come to work that day as she was having problems with her landlord and wanted to go to the Rent Board.

My Father and I have since discovered that she is going through some hard times financially, and decided to give her some extra money to see if we can help her through this spot. When I gave her the money this morning, she was grateful and made me get very emotional, as she started to cry. I told her to try not to cry too much. I have always said that sometimes we see people getting about their day to day lives, and we really do not know what they are feeling inside and what sort of cares they may be carrying on their shoulders. This may be due to the fact that some people do not share personal matters. Or, perhaps they do not wish to burden others with their worries. I am not at all like this. I talk to people who are close to me. Anyway, I hope we can help her through this.

Initially, when I came home this evening, I thought about posting and, I said to myself that I really had nothing to post about. Then, I checked my e-mail. There was a message from one of my readers Desiree who is from Canada. She said that she had been reading this site for sometime now, and was curious to see what the Doc. behind the scenes looked like. Yes, she wanted a picture. Now, I told her that sometime back, I had posted a picture of myself on the site, but, that I was only partially clothed, and that the picture only showed the exposed part of my body. Essentially I led her to this link. The fact that she wanted to get an idea of what I looked like, made me a bit bashful. I’m not really the type to put pictures of myself on the net. I hope she wasn’t disappointed. I’m sure that some of you are saying to yourself, “Who gives a fart what you look like anyway? Just post!”

Not too long after, Mad Bull came on line and sent me an IM. He indicated that my sister Rufie had made a post today after remaining silent for quite a few months. I was so glad to read it as it was just like talking with her. I became happy. Mad Bull and I then chatted for a while about some other stuff, and I agreed with what he was saying. Eventually he logged out as he was leaving the office.

I then went to his post from earlier and was shocked to rass, to learn how much more our feeble Jamaican dollar had devalued. I became annoyed and concerned at the same time. We really are not looking too pretty and the pinch is being felt by all. Look at what I just related about my housekeeper.

I went and had a nice warm shower and started to think while bathing the hospital bugs off my skin. We often quarrel about our life situations and wish that we had more money, a better job etc. But, when you think about it, there are always people around you who are far worse off. I see proof of this everyday at the hospital. I would not complain if I were paid a better salary, but, I know many people who would jump at my salary if they could do my work. I am by no means wealthy, but, I suppose, I could be far worse off.

Anyhow, I suppose you are beginning to ask yourself where this is all going. Maybe it isn’t going anywhere, I’m just scribbling some thoughts, that’s all. In essence, I am giving thanks. Thanks for my family, my sister Rufie, friends like Mad Bull, thanks that I can help someone in need, and thanks for my life as it is at present, though it is by no means perfect.

The day is coming to an end and I have experienced various emotions today, sadness, happiness, concern, anger, and right now, I think I will just try to live with the present one, contentment. Hope I havent bored you with all my fart thoughts, but, whatever you get out of this, have a good night. Despite all the crap that is going on in the world around us, we still have alot to give thanks to God for. Peace.

Right. I ‘m listening to Kenny G again. So, you done know.

today has been a day where I think I have experienced various emotions. Weatherwise, it has been cool, rainy and dark for almost the whole day here. Right now, I actually have on a T-shirt and usually, in the type of temperatures that we are accustomed to here, I usually am in the house in boxers only. But, it is bit too chilly for that tonight …..yes, I know, too much damn information, right?

Last week, my housekeeper called me on Tuesday morning just as I was making my cup of tea. She sounded very upset. She was calling to say that she was unable to come to work that day as she was having problems with her landlord and wanted to go to he Rent Board.

My Father and I have since discovered that she is going through some hard times financially, and decided to give her some extra money to see if we can help her through this spot. When I gave her the money this morning, she was grateful and made me get very emotional, as she started to cry. I told her to try not to cry too much. i have always said that sometimes we see people getting about their day to day lives, and we really do not know what they are feeling inside and what sort of cares they may be carrying on their shoulders. This may be due to the fact that some people do not share personal matters. or, perhaps they do not wish to burden others with their worries. I am not at all like this. I talk to people who are close to me. Anyway, I hope we can help her through this.

initially, when I came home this evening, I thjought about posting and initially, I said to myself that I really had nothing to post about. Then, I checked my e-mail. There was a message from one of my readers < a href="http://talkwithme.blogspot.com"> Desiree who is from Canada. She said that she had been reading this site for sometime now, and was curious to see what the Doc. behind the scenes looked like. Yes, she wanted a picture. Now, I told her that sometime back, I had posted a picture of myself on the site, but, that I was only partially clothed, and that the picture only showed the exposed part of my body. Essentially I led her to < href="http://www.madbull4.net/testblog/archives/000468.html#000468"> this link. I hope she wasn’t disappointed. I’m sure that some of you are saying to yourself, “Who gives a fart what you look like anyway? Just post!”

Not too long after, mad bull came on line and sent me an IM. He indicated that my sister Rufie I then went to his post from earlier and was shocked to rass to learn how much more our feeble Jamaican dollar had devalued. I became annoyed and concerned at the same time. We really are not looking too pretty and the pinch is being felt by all. Look at what I just related about my housekeeper.

I went and had a nice warm shower and started to think while bathing the hospital bugs off my skin. We often quarrel about our life situations and wish that we had more money, a better job etc. But, when you think about it, there are always people around you who are far better off. I would not compalin if I were paid a better salary, but, I know many people who would jump at my salary if they could do my work. I am by no means wealthy, but, I suppose, i could be far worse off.

Anyhow, I suppose you are beginning to ask yourself where this is all going. Maybe it isn’t going anywhere, I’m just scribbling smethoughts that’s all. In essence, I am giving thanks. Thanks for my family, my sister Rufie, friends like Mad Bull, thanks that I can help someone in need, and thanks for my life as it is at present, though it is by no means perfect. The day is coming to an end and I have experienced various emotions today, sadness, happiness, concern, anger, and right now, I think I will just try to live with the present one, contentment. hope i havent bored you with all my fart thoughts, but, whatever you get out of this, have a good night. Despite all the crap that is going on in the world around us, we still have alot to give thanks to God for.

Hey guys, can you believe that I actually forgot the address of this blog! True! I had to ask my good friend Natty while on line; but not surprisingly, she didn’t have it either and kindly forwarded me to check out Mad Bull’s site, but before I did so, I looked through some of my old paper work and there it was! Eureka!So here am I again in an effort to say something worthwhile, fufilling, as well as, entertaining.

It’s clearly obvious and most self evident that I am not the only one with nothing much to share, as I don’t see many comments and/or posts from Natty and Seven, so I am quite the norm with nothing to share! I know the day will come when the pages will be filled with lots and lots of stories to share - maybe I’ll be the one to fill them…who knows? That wouldn’t be too bad, I’ve got a few stories to tell (well, some of them aren’t worth repeating, but others…..) But not today, today I am going to talk of other things that have been on my mind and more much recent visits and get togethers! Don’t you just love get togethers and reacquaintances with old friends…I sure do love them!

As I stated before, I hadn’t been on the site for a while, so all of you expressed sorrow over my loss last year, I thank you for all your kind words and yes Dr D, I am able to talk about it and move on - you’re such a sweet and caring brother! What would I do without you and where would I be? Thank God for you!

Looking back over the last few months, it was good to have seen Dr D, Midas and Seven, as well as, Dr(s) Spanish, ie. Dr Spanish and his wife who is also a doctor! Getting together was such fun - makes you realise how much life changes and how time flies without you even knowing when and where it goes!
I wish I could’ve seen Mad Bull, Natty and Mad Bull Jr, who I haven’t seen since he was a small infant - I am sure he won’t know me, probably only as Dr D’s sister, but I know he will love me even more when he finds out that Susie Q and Friendly are MY dogs, yes that’s right Dr D - MINE!!! I may not be there in body, but I am in spirit! Anyway, let me begin my story of thoughts I’ve had lately. Please see below.
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The lead story in today’s Gleaner makes me even more resolute of the fact that I could not teach in today’s schools. This sort of scenario is almost a mirror image of the sort of things that have happened in some schools in the United States in the not too distant past.

I know that when I was going to high school, discipline was not perfect there, but the majority of us had to tow the line (at least while we were at school.) Now, I am sure that all of us were not angels, but, if guns were being carried by any of my classmates, I was not aware of it. (Then again, I was not on a close friend basis with everyone in my high school year, so I could be wrong!) It seems to me, teachers have lost the control that they used to have in the classroom when I was child, and schoolboys (or should that be schoolmen) now are ‘in charge’.

I am a firm believer in discipline, and yes, I do not nescessarily believe that it is right for teachers to use physical means of maintaining order, but certainly, if I ever do become a parent, a well placed slap when necessary will be the status quo in my home. The kids can call 911 or whatever, I will be in charge of my children, the converse is not going to hold. Sorry! Essentially, that is how I was raised, and I don’t think it has done me any harm. You cannot wait until your kids become teens to start curbing them. This has to be done from they are very young. If it is delayed, they will be in charge, not you.

Stories like this just make me realize how much of a hostile environment we live in today. School is a place where the minds of the next generation are moulded. However, if this kind of scene is what holds today, God help us! As if we don’t already have enough shit contending with!

OK, I guess if you are reading this at work, and if I could actually voice enable the title of this post, and you had speakers on, your co-workers, (or even worse, your boss), might assume that you are surfing a porn site on the job! If that is actually the case, THUMBS UP TO YOU!

Actually, as a sequel to my post yesterday, Claude Mills has yet another article that I thought I would link you to. He really is not a bad writer at all, I usually find his topics quite interesting. He takes on topics dealing with human relationships frequently. So, after linking you to “Sleeping on the job” yesterday, I thought I would highlight his story today which if you think about the natural progression of things in an act of lovemaking, today’s article should really have been printed first, as it regards talking dirty during sex. (Then again, if you are into dirty talk, it can happen after the big bang as well as before, when you really think of it, i.e. of course, if you haven’t fallen asleep already!)

I have a friend who got lucky with a co-worker in the past. Now, this woman was the most quiet and inhibited type around. She barely spoke above a whisper. They eventually had a night of passionate lovemaking. He had to remark how verbose she was when he was ‘at work’. He said he was shocked to rass! Luckily, they had chosen a secluded hotel for the encounter, as he told me that he would have been pretty embarressed after, if it was in a place where there were folks around that he knew. The language……..

In all honesty, I cannot say that I am really into running conversations when I’m ‘at work’, but on occasion, one or two four letter words have slipped out when things get hot. See I’ve been honest. I’m going to end a bit prematurely, (no, I really don’t suffer from that problem either), after all, it is a work day and I have to get ready to go. So, all of you, guys and gals, do you like it when your main squeeze talks during the act?? Do you utter a few as well?? Again, don’t be shy, we are all big people here and nobody is going to ‘loud you up’ for being truthful. Remember, honesty is the best policy.

P.S. I’m expecting to hear a lot of noise from you all on this one!