This winter has sucked for me. Now finally a weekend where the surf and weather lines up and I'm NOT on call. Plans made to bail Fri PM and stay with friends in Wilmywood Fri night or ride down early Sat and hit CB. Then I come in to work today and at 10AM I'm told I have to come in tomorrow...for one freaking thing that will take literally 10 mins. No way to do it remotely either. I wish I knew what gods I have offended and what sacrifices I need to make to rectify my transgressions. Help me out peeps. What do I need to do to remove the curse? Drown an aggro fueled kook? Attack a bull shark with my bare hands and wearing nothing but a Fitzpedo? Beat a latex dummy senseless? Just tell me my penance and I'll do it. Going nuts...must...have...waves... !@#*(&^!@()!@#$#)(&!#$)(&!@#%))!)**!!!!! (Will this get me another infarction for potty mouth?)
I've heard that if you donate a small wave board to a friendly person in Maine all of your troubles will go away.
You must renounce Belmar, NJ as the epicenter of East Coast surf culture and pronounce Cocoa Beach as the summit of all things surf on the East Coast and beyond. That and donate a quad fish (just for a few weeks to try out) to the sisurfdoggHealTheOceanFoundation. It will be returned it fairly good shape. #cocoabeachrulesbelmardrools
Easy solution. Get rip roaring drunk tonight. I mean like Irish-wake, stupid, trow-up-in-the-street drunk. Make sure no co-workers know of this binge. Show up for work tomorrow WITHOUT showering or brushing your teeth. You will be sent home. The surf beckons. It will cure your hangover too!
I'm noting all these suggestions, please keep them coming. Also thinking of jumping in the lake on the way in and walk in dripping wet in a wetsuit and ask them if they really want me messing around with power in a data center. Then strip down to the fitzpedo and do some stretching exercises in front of the security cameras.
Ditto, hang tough T, spring swells just 'round the corner & all for you, senor. Maybe call in a Norovirus Alert to your employer this afternoon, as in 'the entire place of employment has been hit by a Norovirus.' Avoids the imposition of a federal prison term, which is what you'd get in our clampdown society these days for the time-tested high school spring day bomb threat. One other thing you might consider...? Pounding a latex dummy into submission might git you some good karma. It seems to work for chubbsy wubbsy up there in the woods.
Mad Atom - send me the dims you're looking for, it will go out today. Seldom - thanks brother! sisrudogg - done and done and send the dims you're looking for Yank - good idea, and being that I've been fighting a cold and hacking up a lung all week it would make sense...I'll beat the dummy like a drum too...do I need to call out your name in orgasmic ecstasy while I'm doing it? Those latex ears will be ringing for days. MIS - I will get canned, and I've almost got enough in the cookie jar for the new board...so not an option at the moment. Peajy4060 - unfortunately not. No one else will be around that can even get in the data center. MFitz73 - thanks man. You wouldn't be a hit man for hire would you? PM me if so, I got a pointy haired boss problem that needs remediation....
Spend the rest of today talking about how bad your stomach hurts and making fart sounds. Towards the end of the day make a mad dash to the crapper and come back red faced and sweating. Stage is set for calling in tomorrow. Shjtting in your pants today makes it more believable. Try it and let us know if it works.
Time to grab some exlax on my lunch break. Will be told to just wear a diaper and get it done anyways. But will make my stretching exercises in the Fitzpedo in front of the security cams even more epic.
Go in at 10AM (earlier if that's an option). Get the job done in 10 min and then go surf. Looks like it will be good all day. You wont get to travel to surf, but you'll still get good waves. Tell your boss you have something very important to do tomorrow, but you'll get the job done anyway. Now you have a "get out of jail free card" in your pocket for the future. And a good bargaining chip when asking for a raise.
Real surfers don't work. Start selling drugs or something. Move to Pleasantville, NJ.....you'll be minutes from Ocean City, and you can hang out on Main St and West Jersey Ave.......by the bus depot. Or start scaring people. Borrow some black guys from North Wilmington and show up at your boss' house and let him know you ain't one to fool with. Make sure you leave your car stereo on playing Rick Ross when you ring his door bell. Make sure your pants are sagging and your boxers are showing. That shows people you mean business. Cuff your left pant leg to insinuate you're pacing heat. Then you can do what you want at work.
same here...... i am going to durahn,nc when i could be going to buxton to get pitted off my ass. but i have to be responsible and take my brother to his hockey tournament, im going to be 3 hour away. im kicking my asss so hard right now.................................................... hang in there tlok. im right there with ya
Would if I could. The outage was scheduled by the business and I can't change it. Or course its in the middle of the day...not enough time for dawn patrol and get back, or to go after.
5'10"ish x 22"ish x 2-5/8"ish. I plan on buying such a board this weekend so it would be great if you could overnight it so I don't have to buy one. I'll make sure your demons are exorcised. But seriously, think of a clever way to work your surfing around your commitment. Go in super early, etc. Remember, we have an EXTRA HOUR OF AFTERNOON DAYLIGHT starting Sunday.
