Wednesday Phone Day

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First things first my peeps! Today is Wednesday September 19, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for three months and one day or rather yet, a total of ninety-three days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a salt mine note! Yes! Yes! Yes! and Yes! As the tittle implies, today is just another dreaded phone day at the salt mines. The thing about being on the phone is, that lately, other companies are trying to make customers switch from our company to theirs, which in reality, we don’t care, because they still have to use our infrastructure, so the company still makes a profit. But the thing is, that we’ve been receiving a lot of calls, specially from representatives from other companies, trying to pass as the real customers, which is a pain in the ass. I mean, how many times, can the same guy, call from the same phone number, with different customer names and different account numbers? REALLY!? The dumb-asses actually think that we don’t recognize their voices and that we don’t have call ID. There’s only two of us working the fucking phone everyday! SMMFH! But that’s the shit that I have to deal with all the time that I’m on the phone and that is the one reason why I hate it so much. The calls from government agencies are no problem at all, those I like, as a matter of fact, since I’ve known most of the representatives from those agencies for a long time, we joke around. But like always… it pays the bills and that’s what matters.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Three Sober Months

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 18, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for three months or rather yet, ninety-two days in total. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

OK! OK! OK! OK! OK my peeps!… YES I DID IT AGAIN!… You can stop the applause and sit down now! I broke my sober record yet again, by staying sober for three months for the first time in the last three years. I have to say, that it really feels fucking incredible, to wake up on a Monday morning, with no hangover from binge drinking the entire weak end. Don’t get me wrong, I had some stinking thinking and drunk dreams, but that doesn’t matter as long as I stay away from my good old friend… alcohol. I really do feel great, since I haven’t had a hangover in three months. My trick to not drinking on the weak ends is, keeping busy by doing different things, like go shopping with my wife, go to parties, listen to music or even watch some reruns of my favorite sitcoms that I have previously recorded. Sometimes I do get bored, so I take naps and walk to the store to get something to eat or even cigarettes. The thing about my sobriety is, that I have to look for different ways to keep my crazy weekend binge drinking brain busy, as long as I do that, I’ll be OK. Right now, I’m looking forward to four sober months. WOO-HOO!

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Monday No Fun Day

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First things first y’all! Today is Monday September 17, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and thirty days or rather yet, ninety-one days and as always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT! No anxiety, no depression, no hangover, no regrets… I mean nothing!

As for today, It’s Monday and it only means one thing… it’s back to the salt mines for me. To be honest with you, when I woke up this morning, I really, really, really thought about calling in to request a vacation day, but the boss (my wife) said no. Plus over the weekend, they had installed new carpet at the salt mines, so I had to make sure that I got all my shit back, since everything was numbered. My son decided to stay home today, but I don’t blame him, since he was celebrating his birthday yesterday. Well, I guess I have to move my money makers… my hands that is!… I work in front a computer the entire day, you sick puppies.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Tony At! His Son’s Birthday

 

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What up! What up! What up kids! Today is Sunday September 16, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty-nine days or better yet, ninety days in total. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a birthday celebration note! Even though my son’s official twenty-fourth birthday is today, but because he is an American football fan, he asked that we went out and celebrate it last night instead, so we did. He wanted to do that, in order for him to spend Sunday, watching all the football games on TV. I have to say, that we all had a really good time having dinner together. The main thing is, that he has come a very long way and has been accomplishing a lot of goals in the last few years.  Right now he is attending college, because he wants to become a license electrician. As a matter of fact, while attending school, he is already working in that field, which makes my wife and I really happy. Last night, after we dropped off my wife and daughter, we drove around for a while looking for parking. Meanwhile, we had some really good conversations about school, work, the neighborhood and even about how young men and women his age, are throwing their lives away by committing crimes, selling drugs, not getting an education or a job. I have to say, that just like my wife and I, our kids went through what I like to call “their crazy teenage years”, but eventually, they opened up their eyes and realized, that my wife and I were right, they had to get their shit together and indeed they did.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Another Drunk Dream

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What up! What up! What up y’all! Today is Thursday September 13, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty-six days or rather yet, eighty-seven days. As always, I feel like Tony the fucking tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On another drunk dream note! To some of you it might sound a little crazy, but last night I had another drunk dream. The good thing was, that it was a very short one. I think it just lasted a few seconds and then I woke up. I know that maybe 1 out of my loyal 1.5 readers, might think that I keep getting these dreams, because I’ve been thinking a lot about drinking. But that’s not it. I think it’s just a way for my brain to fuck with me, because it has nothing better to do. I still get some desire to drink on some weak ends, but that’s about it, you know, the usual stinking thinking. I have to say, that I’ve been feeling fucking great these couple of months. Actually, in a couple of days, I will be celebrating my three sober months anniversary. Woo-Hoo!

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

Thinking About My Dead Father

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First things first my peeps! Today is Wednesday September 12, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two months and twenty-five days or rather yet, a total of eighty-six days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a father note! For some weird reason, this morning I woke up thinking about my dead father. You see, one day when I was around eleven or twelve years old, while no one was home, my father packed his clothes up and just walked out of our lives. For twelve years, we didn’t know if he was dead or alive or where he was. One day, the same way that he disappeared from our lives, he reappeared. That was when I was around twenty-four years old. As a matter of fact, I went to meet him with a couple of my sisters, only because my mother asked me to multiple times, not because I wanted to see him at all. The funniest thing is, that he introduced himself to me as a stranger would, not knowing that out of nine children that my mother had with my him, I was his youngest one and his only boy. For a while, I blame him for anything and everything went wrong in my life. But after a while, I started to credit him for the type of man and human being that I turned out to be… because I always promised myself, that I will not be like him. The one thing that I can say is, that no matter what happened to my family and no matter what we went through without of him… I didn’t turn out to be a bad son, brother, husband and father after all. That’s why I have to thank all the people who were involved in my life as I grew up and became a man, specially all the women. I have to say, that this morning has been truly strange and weird to say the least. I really don’t know what to make of it.

As for my loyal five to ten readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!

It’s A Fuck It Kind Of Day

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What up! What up! What up my peeps! Today is Tuesday September 11, 2018 and it means that I have been sober for two month and twenty-four days or rather yet, eighty-five days. As always, I feel like Tony the tiger… GRRRRREAT!

On a fuck it kind of day note! This morning, after taking a three-day weekend from the salt mines, I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that I haven’t shaved in about a week. For a few seconds, I really thought about shaving, but then I said… NAH! FUCK IT! I’ll just go into the salt mines looking like this. Hey look! My stupidvisors don’t give a rat’s ass how I look when I walk in, all they care about is, that I do make it into the salt mines and that by the end of the day, the work that had been assigned to me is done. Now if I was to show up only wearing my pink Speedos, pink flip-flops and my pink straw hat, then I think they might have a little problem with that. As always, as long as I am not hurting myself, others or breaking any rule or law, I’m not afraid of being myself.

As for my loyal 1.5 readers, I just hope that wherever you are in this crazy planet of ours, you are having a good morning, good afternoon, good evening or good night. Always try to enjoy it to the fullest and don’t let nothing or nobody fuck it up for you no matter what happens.

P.S. I really don’t own pink Speedos, pink flip-flops or a pink straw hat. I’m just fucking with you. Not that there’s anything wrong with it!

With that said! I am Audi 5000 y’all!