My day job interfering with my wagon

That was alot of info...sounds like you'll be busy for a while...don't forget to take brakes...

 

A guy I graduated with became the data manager for the Registered Industrial Accountants Association (RIA) in Hamilton. I worked as a Manufacturing and Accounting Liaison for DoFasco Steel. We were hot-to-trot bachelors in a 3 bedroom luxury penthouse down in Stoney Creek, near the Ice Cream drive-in.

Anyway, his worst nightmare was changing the diskpacks for the mainframe. It managed all of the tests and results and membership lists across Canada, for all the members. One scratch and it could be toast. He fought and won a battle with the Director to get two spare diskpacks and a parallel drive. One weekend, we're about to go and chase some babes down at 4-guys Pizza (founders of Godfathers' Deep Dish Pizza Emporiums - to die for!) and the Director calls him at 8:00 PM on a Friday evening. He crashed the main drive diskpack!

My buddy was usually pretty cool and calm. He'd just bought a new 240Z. It took us all of 4 minutes from Stoney Creek (Lake Ontario shoreline, to downtown Hamilton. He walked in, gave his boss a dirty look, checked the diskpack and installed the backup. One big grin! His boss smiled and gave him a raise right there and then! He also joined us for dinner and paid, and paid, and paid! You ever see a six-footer scrunched in the so-called backseat of a 240 Z?

We all went home in Cabs! No babes until Saturday night, at the Ice-cream drive-in. Love ontario summers. Hot weather meant hot gals with hotweather clothes (almost none!) Ice Cream goes down so smooth.

 

My day job (rather night job) is patrolling the base for bad guys (terrorists)

 

Yeah, I live for those "Oh, by the way, this thing I have here will likely save the day" moments. Wish they came around more often.

 

I havn't seen that, but I have seen to older guys, 1 being my Dad and a old car salesman stuffed into the so-called back seat of a Dodge Stealth! T'Was 1992???ish, can't remember but Dad bout my Sister a new car........A Dodge Stealth. My sister didn't know how to drive a standard, and Pop couldn't anymore so I test drove it, with my old dad and older salesman in the back...talk about clown car look when looking at them in the back seat. My sister STILL daily drives the Stealth!

 

Here's what I understood about that:

Nothing.

 

Never understood why they even bother to put rear seats in cars like that. I once had to sit in the back of a Plymouth Laser from Ottawa to Guelph (~6 hours) wondering all the way just who those seats were designed to accommodate. My 6'3" carcass was uncomfortable as hell even stretched out across both "seats".

 

Sorry Krash, it wasn't my intent to geek out so heavily here. This is pretty boring crap to the rest of the world and sometimes I get carried away.