For years I dealt with ankle deep water in my shower due to a slow drain.  Nothing worked to make it drain at a normal pace, not Drano, Liquid Plumr, snaking it, or even plunging worked to much good.  I finally had a plummer in to snake the clogged nasty one to at least get the water out of the tub, and he recommended using a good degreaser. 

He didn’t have a name brand one of anything like that, but this is what I got at Home Depot, and it’s flippin’ great!

I used it a couple of times andthat tough drain finally cleared itself up for good.  I was left amazed by watching the water not build up during my showers and instead run down the drain that never before drained the way a drain should. 

Over the past two or so years the stubborn drain became a distant memory until two weeks ago when out of the blue it just stopped draining completely.  I went to work and came back to a tub still filled with ankle deep water.  I plunged the main clog to get the water down into the drain and pour about a third of this bottle into it.

Perfect draining drain, once again, it’s amazing, and makes the drain do its job for under 20 bucks.  

I just spent my day at the local DMV on 34th Street in Herald Square applying, testing, and obtaining a Commercial Drivers License Permit.  Most of the time (about 75%) of it was dealing with people who look like this, only not as happy and alive as those pictured.

I need to nap, and then I’ll be able to tell the tale…

I tore a hole in the left armpit of a sweater that I bought myself last year. 

This is the first time that I ripped an article of clothing like this due to my size, and not by way of having too much layering (RIP former jacket). 

Even though I originally bought the sweater fitting snuggly, it wouldn’t have ripped had I not gained about 20 pounds of beefy hunkness that I have since I buying it.

Damn, I liked that sweater.

Just about every office has one of those people who just cannot stop talking without realizing that nobody wants to be bothered listening to what that person has to say.

The like to call this person in my office the wackjob, and she just so happens to sit on the best possible route to the bathroom, water supply, elevator bank, and emergency exit staircase.

This wackjob has a heavy New York accent, doesn’t believe in an indoor voice, can go on and on and on forever without getting that the one word replies from people are signs that they don’t want to hear about how she’s on a trying to loose weight but eats KFC everyday, how she works at Express as a second job, how she’s thinking about becoming a waitress, and the many other mundane things that should be in some blog called “Daily Minutia At It’s Finest“  – HAH!

Thankfully I’ve grown away from my former self that would stay and listen to wackjob people talk for the sake of being nice, and have now matured into being one who takes one step away from the wackjobs with every one word answer that I give, thereby eventually being able to turn a physical corner and abruptly end a one sided, and unwanted conversation.

This of course doesn’t mean that the office wackjob doesn’t try her best to stop me from being the unwitting soul for her to try and suck dry of all brain power. 

If I walk out without realizing into the right hand side of the hallway too far I’mdestined to begin hearing her chatter and blabber a good ten feet away, and then have her attempt to stop me at her desk for a chat, or as I call it, the scene of the crime.

I’m afraid that one day there will be a need to evacuate the building as fast as possible and I’ll hear “Yeah so, my night job at Express, you know, I have a second job at Express to make extra money, you know, I greet people, you know, I open up credit card account, you know, I eat KFC – it’s what I eat….blah blah blah” which will end up causing me to become trapped inside the building while it burns to the ground all because her momentary blabber slowing me down and ended my possible escape.

But there is good news, I’ve discovered a way to work around the situation fairly well.  A different approach through the hallway towards her desk, taking the far left approach… 

This approach allows for good cover that allows the beast not to see me, and then when I get close to her cube opening I can dart past her unscathed, sight unseen.  You might be wondering how I can remember to walk on the left all the time, and it’s really quite easy.  See, when I’m in the office I have an “L” written on two post it notes, which are then stuck to the top of my shoes.

It’s a rough world out there kids, be careful, and stay safe around wackjobs.

WOW!!!  Holy Cannoli!!!  How the?  How sad, scary, yet funny!  Dang it, I wish I was there, or at least able to watch a security video of the escape and subsequent attack!!!

Seriously, Tatiana the Siberian Tiger killed a zoo visitor on site, and mauled two others on Christmas Day. 

She apparently leapt over a 15 foot moat and 20 foot wall to do her attacking business, and as sad the situation is of having a dead visitor, two mauled men, and a dead tiger on hand, it must have been one heck of an amazing sight to see.

You might remember Tatiana as being the tiger who decided to chew the flesh off of a zoo keeper’s arm last December.

All of this just goes to show that some animals just weren’t meant to be caged, and it will also stay in my mind to add some sense of real danger in of all of my future zoo visits.

Seriously, please release the video to the internet.