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GREEN BAY, Wis. - The flags at the north end of Lambeau Field flew at half-staff Sunday morning in honor of a fallen Green Bay Packers hero.

It was a tribute ordered by Packers president Bob Harlan after he learned that Reggie White, one of the most revered players to put on a Packers uniform and a giant figure in the team's return to Super Bowl glory, had died in North Carolina at age 43.

The cause of death was not immediately known, but Keith Johnson, a family pastor, told The Associated Press that White had a respiratory ailment for several years that affected his sleep. An autopsy was planned.

Since his retirement from football after the 2000 season, White had remained close to the Packers' organization and attended several games over the past couple seasons, including the season-opening victory over the Carolina Panthers in Charlotte. On Thursday, coach Mike Sherman had called after watching a television program about sports and spirituality that featured White, an ordained minister who used football to promote his deep belief in Christianity.
"I talked to him about where he was with his life and with his family and football," said Sherman, who had developed a relationship with White as an assistant coach and had him occasionally address the team. "We had a good conversation. We talked about his faith and how he interprets things in relationship to his personal, spiritual relationship with God. In his mind, it's more real now than ever."

On the plane trip back from their division-clinching victory over Minnesota on Friday, Harlan and Sherman had discussed setting up a firm date to retire White's familiar No. 92. Only four players in Packers history have had their numbers retired, and Harlan had informed White last year that he was ready to break a long-standing policy against retiring more numbers.

Neither man thought the next time they would be discussing the 13-time Pro Bowl defensive end would be about his death.

"I'll always look at Reggie as being part of the quartet that turned this football franchise around," Harlan said. "Ron Wolf, Mike Holmgren, Brett Favre and Reggie White brought us to the elite of this league. Reggie was not only a great player but a great recruiter. He sent word out to everybody in the league that we have great tradition and great fans."

News of White's death spread quickly throughout the National Football League, but perhaps nowhere was it felt more than in the league's smallest market. White played 15 years in the NFL, but without question his six seasons in Green Bay, where he won his only Super Bowl, were the highlight of his career.

"I cried for two hours," former Packers strong safety LeRoy Butler said.
Most recently, White had cut back dramatically on the number of speeches and sermons he was giving and had focused on strengthening his knowledge of the Bible. For the past three years, he studied Hebrew so that he could understand the Bible from a more literal sense. He wanted to rely less on other people's interpretations and to deepen his understanding.

"He wanted to find out what he might be missing," said former Packers safety Eugene Robinson, a radio analyst for the Carolina Panthers and a close friend of White's. "That's how Reggie is. It goes right to the heart of who he was. He was always passionate about what he was doing.
"The last conversation we had we were talking about a foundation and raising $4 (million) or $5 million for an after-school program."

The love affair between White and the Packers began almost the moment White stepped off the plane during a free agent visit in early 1993 and continued as he helped the organization regain the glory that had eluded it since Vince Lombardi retired after Super Bowl II.
Within four years of White signing a four-year, $17 million contract - only quarterbacks John Elway and Dan Marino made more at the time he signed the deal - the Packers had won their first Super Bowl in 30 years.
Wolf was the boss, Holmgren was the orchestra leader and Favre ran the show. But it was White who pushed the Packers over the top with his massive impact on defense and in leadership of the team.

"I think Reggie White was one of the top two free agents in the history of the game," Wolf said Sunday evening. "The other was Deion Sanders. One is 1A and the other is 1B. There's no 1 and 2. As far as what he meant for the Green Bay Packers, it was monumental."

When he is up for nomination to the Hall of Fame, arguments will be made that White was the most complete defensive player of all-time. He broke the mold for defensive ends of the 1970s and `80s, players who were either undersized pass rushers or slow-footed run stuffers.

The 6-5, 300-pound White was as big and strong as a nose tackle and as fast as a linebacker when he came out of the University of Tennessee in 1984. After two years playing in the United States Football League, he joined the Philadelphia Eagles and had 2 1/2 sacks in his first NFL game.

The league was barely ready for White, who went on to earn 13 consecutive Pro Bowl selections and twice won defensive player of the year awards (1987 and `98). When he retired for the third and final time after the 2000 season, White was the NFL's all-time leader in sacks with 198, having produced double-digit sacks in 12 of 15 seasons.

The Washington Redskins' Bruce Smith broke the record last year and finished with 200 before retiring, but it took him 19 seasons to do it. White played 15 seasons in the NFL - he missed only one non-strike-related game - and never got to count the 23 1/2 sacks he registered in two years in the USFL in his all-time total.

"I had the utmost respect for Reggie White as a player," quarterback Brett Favre said in a statement released by the team. "He may have been the best player I've ever seen and certainly was the best I've ever played with or against.

"He made the defense what it was during our run . . . the best in the league. He could turn the course of the game in a single play . . . and did it many times for us. It was fun to watch him play."

As great as his impact on the NFL was, it was equally as great on the Packers. When Wolf made the decision to pursue White, his only objective was to show him that the Packers meant business. With a fat check in hand and his word that the Packers would do everything they could to get White the Super Bowl ring he coveted so much, Wolf used a pragmatic approach toward recruitment.

The Washington Redskins, San Francisco 49ers and Cleveland Browns were also after White, and the Browns had lavished him in limousine rides and fancy hotel stays. They bought White's wife, Sara, dozens of flowers and got the mayor to urge him to sign with them.
The Packers picked White up at the airport in a 4x4 Jeep Wrangler and interviewed him in a tiny windowless office in their modest facility.

"There were no limousines," Wolf said. "We took him over to the Red Lobster for a meal. He was shown Green Bay as Green Bay was. He appreciated that. He saw that he was dealing with genuine people. Everything about Green Bay was genuine."

It took White time to make a decision, but when he did, he said that God had told him Green Bay was the place he should go. Over time, the Packers learned more of White's devotion to preaching the Gospel and came to accept that he was as opinionated off the field as he was strong-willed on it.

An ordained minister from the time he was 17, White spoke often of his devotion to Christianity. But around his teammates he preached teamwork and dedication as much as devotion to God and the players quickly learned that his sense of humor prevailed over all other things.
Fans appreciated his devotion to the team and to them and when his church in Knoxville, Tenn., burned to the ground in 1995, they collectively raised $250,000 to help rebuild. It was a heartfelt gesture that White talked about often, but it turned into controversy when the church was never rebuilt and the money never recovered.

White also shocked many people with a notorious speech before the Wisconsin Legislature in which he used stereotypes and an anti-homosexual theme to get his point across. It was an embarrassing moment for the Packers and those who had supported White over the years, and it cost him a post-career television analyst job.

On the field, the Packers found out how much White would mean to them in the coming years when in the fifth game of his Packers career, with the team off to a 1-3 start, he sacked Elway on consecutive plays to wipe out a last-minute drive that threatened the Packers' three-point lead.
It was the kind of domination that White, who was 31 at the time, would display through his years in Green Bay, when he set the franchise record with 68 1/2 sacks. It was a defining moment in the resurrection of the Packers franchise.

"Those two plays were as big a plays at that time in the development of our football team as any we've been around," former defensive coordinator Ray Rhodes recalled in 1999.

The Packers went from 23rd in the NFL to second in defense in White's first season, and they ranked in the top eight in all but one of his seasons. There were many more highlights during his Packers tenure, and none was more satisfying than his Super Bowl-record three sacks against the New England Patriots in Super Bowl XXXI.

The Super Bowl ring he won was the reason White came to Green Bay, and it pleased him to no end. But he wanted more than anything to share it with the fans who had developed a bond with him.

"I just thank God for the opportunity to have played in front of these people for six years and to have been a part in bringing them a championship," White said upon his retirement from the Packers after the 1998 season. "It's an extreme honor to have played for the Green Bay Packers and to have played in front of the Green Bay Packers fans."

White retired twice from the Packers, once after the `97 season - he changed his mind after two days - and again after the `98 season, when he had 16 sacks and earned his last defensive player of the year honor. He returned to play with the Panthers in 2000 and then retired for good.

He is survived by wife, Sara; son Jeremy, 18; and daughter Jecolia, 16.

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As I've watched the highlight reels and heard about his life today on TV, my heart has repeatedly dropped from its normal resting place to well betwixt my stomach. For whatever reason, I feel a deep emotional attachment to this guy. Maybe because our religions are similar and he was a pillar in the Christian sports community, or maybe it was because of the kind of example this guy was on and off the field. Whatever it is, Reggie White, I know your in a better place now. I look forward to meeting you big fella.

Rest In Peace Reggie.

-Guy

As I sit here in my computer chair reflecting on the events upcoming and past, I've begun to think about what Christmas means to me. In general, the Christmas season, at least over the last few years, has been relatively depressing in most respects. I find myself thinking about how life has treated me at and around Christmas times. Honestly, I can't think of a year since my parents were divorced in which my Christmas season hasn't included some sort of major dissappointment, monumental catastrophe, or horrible turn of events. From the debacle of that was the first Christmas after my parents were divorced, to Christmas time in '01 when I went to see my mom in Tennessee, only to turn around and drive back 1 day later because my mother and I got into a huge fight.

This season in particular, hasn't been any one of the above things thus far, however it has been one of quiet depression. As I sit here, I think of the things my dad has had to go through over the last two weeks. Car sales are horrible, having to tell his parents and his sister that he can't afford to travel to Ohio to spend Christmas with the family, having to live with the thought that he really can't afford to buy Christmas presents for anyone, I just can't even imagine. Yet, even faced with that, he moves on, baking his ass off, going out of his way to make what will be one hell of a Christmas meal, to give himself and me one day this year that we won't forget. A day in which the two of us, sit around the living room, eat our lasagna, watch our football, and move on past a holiday that besides the religious conotations, we would like to all but forget.

Knowing all these things are things my dad has had to deal with over the last few weeks, I've gone out of my way to make things special for him too. I've tried to spend as much time with him as I can, went to his Christmas thingy at FBC (which was no easy task, as every time I attend their service I'm reminded of how much I loathe most of the people that attend that church), I even went to the Christmas Eve service tonight with him. I know he'll never say anything about it, but I can tell by the surprise in his voice when I told him I was going that he was really happy about that. Sometimes I think he thinks that I'm straying from the church, but really I'm not. Even though I sometimes, (well ok, more often then not, but I am getting better) skip church, I still study the bible and I still set my heart with God.

While I sit here in my chair, vocalizing the thoughts passing through my head through this blog, I wonder what my dad is thinking. He's sitting in the living room, with all the lights (besides the Christmas decorations) off, watching TV. I wonder if he's just not sleepy, or he can't sleep because of the things on his mind. I wanted to get my dad a big screen TV for Christmas, but my financial aid hasn't come through yet for Davenport. I was waiting on that to finalize before I went and took on another bill. I have one picked out. It's a widescreen, hd tv built in, 30". That may not seem very big, but I think it's big enough to do the trick. Oh, it's also flatscreen.. or at least flatter then my monitor is. For as long as I can remember, my dad's always wanted a nice TV, but for whatever reason, we always end up with these crappy, 6 months away from breaking down TVs. So, I'd like to be able to do that for him.

I watched Jingle All The Way with my dad tonight. Yknow, that one movie with Sinbad and Arnold Swhartzenegar, the one where they fight over getting that toy. I remember dad and I going to the theatre to see that movie when it first came out. It was good times. I guess Christmas isn't really all that depressing this year, if you look at it in the way that dad and I are kickin it old school. Two bachelors chillin like a villian, eatin food, watchin stupid tv and football.

I know why dad stayed up so late now. I can begin to smell the warm, cheesy, gooey smell of baking lasagna entering my room.

Merry Christmas Everybody.

-Guy

So, today at work I made my triumphant return to the air trailer. Now, there were roughly eight people in the air trailer including myself and Amy Niemchek (or however the fuck she spells her last name). Amy and I happened to be the only two that were by ourselves in seperate air cans. Now, I was determined to make a huge impact on today's air trailer, by completely owning every other person that was doubled up in an air can. So I started my quest and set my mind to unloading the air can I was in by myself.

As I was nearing the halfway point, Amy came over and politely asked if I would consider helping her unload her can. Now, before I go on, I must explain to you what kind of mood I get in whenever I see her. On a normal day, I could see myself getting along with Amy, to the point that we could even talk about things that have pertenance to everyday life. However, ever since the arguement we got into, I have looked at her with red target circles in my eyes, not because I'm still insulted by what she says, but because of the way she is treated by every supervisor that comes in contact with her.

Ever since our fight, I have been the go to guy so to speak for complaints from everyone about the way she is treated. Now, you'd think taht the supervisors would be more interested in the guys, that day in and day out, put money on their tables by unloading trailers as fast as they can. It's fuckin cold in those trailers, and I mean cold. You may be protected by the wind, but those trailers are generally made of a thin insulated aluminum sheeting, that, when it's cold its freezing, not right away, but it lingers, it burns inside you until, you don't realize that your cold until your body is freezing, toes, fingers, neck, what have you. Bottom line, it's really cold. When it's hot, it's sweltering in there as well. All that to say, unloading is a tough job, and it doesn't get any easier when it's cold. So you'd think that the supervisors would rather treat the unloaders with their due respect then give a girl, all kinds of power, who besides the air trailer, which is way easier then a regular trailer, who hasn't unloaded a full trailer in over 3 months.

But sadly, that's not the case. So my anger with her is fueled no longer by what she did to me, but what she does to the rest of the guys that bust their ass for their pay check. So, calmly, but with a fierce, unmistakeable tinge in my voice, I looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Sorry Amy, I don't unload with bitches anymore."

I finally said what I had been thinking. And looking back in her eyes, I saw the anger that I have seen through my own eyes, boiling from hers, and honestly, inside, somewhere deep inside, I was happy. Happy that I made her upset, happy that I ruined the rest of her day at work, and whatever happens tomorrow, I'll take it happy.

I'm aware there will be potentially severe ramifications to come for me for saying what I said, but sometimes, it's a neccessary evil. Amy needs to be told she's a bitch, because she is.

It should be known though, that I don't place all the blame for Amy's ego squarely on her shoulders, I place a hefty amount on Lou's (my supervisors) shoulders. Amy wants to be a supervisor, and she's already being set up for incredible failure, because she's still union and already no one likes her or appreciates the way she does things. People won't forget about the way she's treated them, ever, and once she becomes supervisor, she will be ridden harder then any other supervisor around, not just by me, but by everyone that she's upset. You may find that unfair, but that's just the way it is inside the walls of a union shop.

Anyways, I know this won't be the last of this story, but it certainly may turn out to be the most noteworthy of chapters.

-Guy

A few days ago I had the unabashed opportunity to interview one of the great writers of our time. Some of you may know him as Ron, the author of the most highly noted blog about the Hurricane, but I know him as more then a man, more then a myth, more then a writer, I know him as Chuck. The man, The Myth, The Writer. So.

Now, I've always prided myself on being one to never hold back, and always ask the hardhitting questions, so without further adu, I bring you the following: an uncut (well, except where I deleted my real name and inserted my fake name), an uncensored, a no holds barred, steel cage of an interview:

Guy: Chuck, thanks for sitting down with me for this monumental interview of galatic proportions.

Chuck: It's no problem duder. But between studying hard for my finals and flirting with every Asian girl on campus I don't have a lot of time, so please, lets get this show on the road.

Guy: Of course, of course.. now Chuck, When did you realize your undying love for kitties?

Chuck: I just don't see what the big deal is with dogs. You have to put dogs out, you have to train dogs. That sucks. Plus I do genuinely believe that cats are smarter. People always say; "Yeah, but cats never come when you call them." Yeah, because they don't want to. But, my cats are right under my feet as soon as they hear the sound of a can of tuna being opened. Plus, I think Persian cats are the perfect example of man's God given dominance over nature, with their flat faces and impractically long hair. God didn't create Persian kitties, he created the feline species and we made it better. That's what mankind is supposed to be doing. Taking God's creatures and selectively breeding them to make them cuter.

Guy: Chuck, you fashion yourself as somewhat of a journalist. What was your favorite piece, duo written in 7th grade about forced fashion? And Why?

Chuck: I was just writing a piece on my blog about that particular article, Guy. Although, I think my favorite piece I've ever written was the one on the social impact Ted Nugent has had on his hometown of Jackson, MI. Which is another piece that you were involved with. I like that, because to this day, I have yet to come up with a more ridiculous premise for an article.

Guy: Do you consider yourself more of a fatalist or a revolutionist?

Chuck: Fatalist. Without a doubt. I'm a total fatalist.

Guy: What really makes you giggle like a schoolgirl? And Why?

Chuck: You know that one, Guy. Pictures of kitties doing silly things.

Guy: Who do you find more attractive? Tom Arnold or Judiasm? And Why?

Chuck: If memory serves me right, Tom Arnold actually converted to Judaism. Tom Arnold really dissapointed me with his attempt at commentating a really sweet Ultimate X match betwixt Prime Time, Chris Sabin, and Sonjay Dutt. So for that reason, and that reason alone, I'm going to go with Judaism.

Guy: Chuck, your a devote Catholic, when did you realize your attraction to Asian women?

Chuck: I actually have an anthropological answer for that question. The male human considers light colored hair as a positive trait, therefore blond ugly girls have a better chance at producing offspring than dark haired ugly girls. Therefore, as a community, dark haired women tend to pass on more desirable facial features to the next generation. Making Asian girls quantitatively more attractive than white girls. I live in a dorm in which over half the people are Asian. And I will state as a rule that Asian girls are generally more attractive than white girls.

Guy: Catholism? more like romanticism, am I rite? Why or why not?

Chuck: Catholicism, romantic? Yeah right! You know what Catholicism got me for our one year anniversary? NOTHING!! And when I tried to talk to Catholicism about it, Catholicism just huffed and told me I was starting to sound like my mother. Imagine the nerve! If you want romance, I suggest you watch 50 First Dates. I'll be damned if that isn't the cutest little romantic comedy I ever done seen.

Guy: What do you have against meat? Do you find yourself less hungry for meat after a small tragedy, or more? And why?

Chuck: We've already gone over this, Guy! I'm not going through this again. GAH!!

Guy: Finally, where do you see yourself ten years ago? How do you feel this corolates with your persona in the future? And do you feel the decisions you made 10 years from now effect you in a positive or negative light today? And Why?

Chuck: You know, nastalgia is a fucked up thing. Sometimes people will say to me; "Hey, remember how we used to always do this or that?". And I'll think to myself; "We only did that twice". But, then out loud I'll say; "Fuck yeah, back in high school we were the shit!!".

I remember this one conversation I had with this old dude, I was making some remarks about the negative effects of rock and roll and the sexual revolution, to which he replied; "What are you talking about? We were screwing around before rock and roll came along". I've only had that conversation once, but ten years from now I'm going to tell people about all the different old people who have told me that they were screwing around before rock and roll came along, attempting to make some sort of point. Peole will listen to what I'm saying with attentiveness and respect, because ten years from now I will be getting paid to spout off a bunch of bullshit. I think that casts a positive light on me.

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There you have it folks. All the answers to all the questions you ever wanted to ask Chuck. Big props to Chuck for finding time to do this interview with meh!!

-Guy

Ron Simmons, former WWE star who teamed with JBL before he became JBL, earlier this week revealed that, in fact, wrestling is fake.

http://www.wrestlingexposed.com/headlines/5939.shtml

There are some funny things in this story that I thought I would hi-light quickly for you.

First off, the obvious...

Sixth-grader Dewayne Dudley, a fan, said, "It looked like it was real."

Poor Dewayne Dudley. This kid had his mind blown, hardcore.

Simmons then went on to say that kids need to stay in school and study hard, otherwise they might lose their teeth from recieving a clothesline

"I have to read what I'm going to do," said Simmons, who has often wrestled under the name Faarooq. "If I'm supposed to duck (and haven't read the plan beforehand), I lose some teeth."

Which was news that came WAY too late for this kid:

For all your feedback. It's appreciated and noted. Results one what I will do have yet to be determined, as since that day, I have yet to work with her.

I believe that she did in fact tell her supervisors about the issue and they are in fact, preventing my from unloading in the air trailer with her. Because the supervisors know that I am the only one that will give her shit to her face when she decides to have one of her power trips.

Ok, this is gonna be a long one, but I think all of my loyal viewers will enjoy it.

For those of you that don't know, I, Guythatnooneknows, am a diehard Teamster member. I work for UPS. I am a proud and card carrying member, or, will be as soon as I apply for one of those nifty teamster Mastercards that my bud Big Rand has. Anyways, I dygress. From time to time when reading my blog, you may come across a rant about particular happenings at work and about my union. This, my friends and compatriots, is one of those times.

At UPS, my main job is unloading trailers. I don't have enough seniority to either go full-time or become a driver, so I chose, in my opinion, the next best thing. I work with approximately 20 people on a daily basis, upon which I am expected to interact and work hard to get a job done in 4 hours. There are two supervisors in my work area at all times. I don't think that I need to go into the love/hate relationship between supervisors and union personnel, but I would gather from the preceding statement that you can tell, it's not the most fruitful of relationships in my life. Anyways, I dygress, again.

There is a girl, 20 years of age named Amy Neimchek (or however the fuck you spell her last name). She's blonde, decent figure, kind of attractive, except for this thing she has where her gut hangs out past her disproportionately small breasts. The only reason I mention this is because I have had previous conversations about this with a few of my friends and I bring it up only to denounce Amy on a physical level as well as an emotional level, later on. You see, Amy thinks she's the fuckin cat's meow, the fuckin whole nine yards, the fuckin hot shit, but she's not. In fact, she's nearly the opposite.

For the last few months, Amy has been pursueing a job as supervisor, which, until about 2 months ago, I could have given a shit less about. Go ahead bitch, ruin your job security, lose your stellar benefits, come in earlier to work, take shit from union guys, despite the warnings I have given you. Anyways, I dygress.

At around 6:45 every morning at UPS an trailer filled with Next Day Air packages arrives at UPS docks, then around 7:15 every morning a second trailer filled with Next Day Air packages arrives. Generally the unload crew in these trailers is made up of myself and Amy and a few randomly generated masses of goo from the rest of the West Wall Unload Crew. As of late, Amy has developed a sort of, how should I put this, demeanor, that lets say, isn't cool. You see, Amy likes to pretend to be the boss of the Air Trailers. Why? you may find yourself asking, well, because she thinks that the "higher ups" at UPS give a shit about her. Which, honestly, isn't the case. So, about two weeks ago, Amy and I had a rather heated exchange in which things were said very pointedly towards the other. I shall present this exchange to you, uncut and unsensored now:

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Guy walks into the air trailer and doubles up with Girl #1 to unload 2 cans of the 5 in Air Trailer Number 1.

Guy and Girl #1 move to Air Trailer Number 2 and unload the first completely full can in Air Trailer Number 2

Guy and Girl #1 finish first completely full Air can.

Guy goes and helps Cool Ass Black Dude That Got Shot 4 Months Ago in an alternate Air can, while Girl #1 exits the air trailer unload dock.

Cool Ass Black Dude That Got Shot 4 Months Ago leaves air trailer unload dock, Amy Niemchek (or however the fuck she spells her last name) teams up with Guy to finish the can that Cool Ass Black Dude That Got Shot 4 Months Ago had to leave.

Amy says, "Geez Guy, that Air can you unloaded with Girl #1 took you guys a long time."

Guy replies, "Ya, it was completely full so it took us a little longer then normal."

Amy retorts, "Ya, thats why when there is a completely full can of Air, we only do it with 1 person until it is about half full."

Guy scoffs.

Guy gafaws.

Guy's fists want to beat the shit out of Amy, however, Guy is way smarter then to act on those agressions.

Guy, after a moment of thought, calmly answers, "Well, that's all fine and good, but do you get paid by the speed at which you unload Amy? Because I know that I don't in fact get paid to be speedy, I get paid by the hour."

Amy quickly spouts, "No, but that's not a very good attitude to have."

Guy frowning, eyebrows beginning to twitch, "Listen Amy, if there were insentives for me to unload faster, such as, increase in pay or maybe a breakfast after work here and there, then I would go faster, however, there isn't. So I see no such need for any over the top mentality to unloading."

Guy, happy with his response, continues unloading, thinking that that is the end of that.

Amy, however, like the bitch that she is, always has something to say. "How do you live with yourself with that kind of attitude, don't you want to be the best you can be at work? Don't you want to set an example for people that haven't been here that long?

Guy, shocked at such a ludacris statement retorts, "How do I live with myself? I live about 20 bucks richer with myself at the end of the week, thats how!"

... and, adding an un-needed aside...

"By the way Amy, I hear you get paid to kiss supervisors' asses now, how much money does that make you at the end of the week."

(Now, this one takes some explaining. You see Amy is known for staying after work, ON THE CLOCK I might add, to hang around with all the supervisors at the end of the day in their office. This is a LARGE no-no for any union member.)

Amy stops catching my packages, "What the hell is that supposed to mean, I was just giving you some advice on how to unload more efficiently!"

Guy surmizes, "You know what? I have been unloading this here Air trailer since you were a freshmen in high school, so don't tell me how to "improve" my unloading efficiency."

...pausing for a moment and making sure what I'm about to do is good...

"And, if you like to unload 1 person per can so bad, why don't you go ahead and finish this one up yourself!"

Guy drops the 50lbs package in his hands and walks out of the Air trailer, leaving Amy to finish by herself.

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There you have it folks. Now over the last few weeks I've been trying to decide how to deal with this situation and I've come up with two options.

Option Number 1

Be a total and complete dick to her from now until forever. Those of you that know me, know that if I'm even mildly irritated by someone, know that I will generally shutdown on them being any type of friend with me. Believe it or not however, this is generally not something I come to lightly, even after I have decided that your not going to be my friend anymore, I am constantly second guessing myself, but I ussually am sticking to my first instinct of unrequinted dislike.

Option Number 2

Give her one more chance to treat me with respect and if she blows this chance, become a total dick to her. I'm leaning towards this option currently, but it's hard for me to decide if I've already given her enough chances. See, this is just the boiling point in a long line of little comments she likes to make in the Air trailer. Also, I'm not alone in disliking the things she has to say, I'm just more vocal then anyone else about it. At least 3 other people have mentioned to me their dislike for Amy and one of those three Amy probably considers to be a really close friend of hers at work (hahaha).

So, I need your input faithful viewers. I implore you to use those little comment pencils at the bottom of this post and let me know what you think I should do with this situation. Please, don't be shy, I encourage as much audience participation as possible!!

Thanks in advance for your valued opinions...

-Guy

For those of you that aren't familiar with MTV's most popular reality tv show, Shavonda is a character on this season's The Real World Philedelphia.

Now, every season of the Real World, the seven strangers are not only picked to live in a house, but also picked to work in only about the most kick ass job seven of the most retarded people in the universe could ever land. This job happens to be working with the Philedelphia Soul, Philedelphia's local arena football team. These seven strangers are more of a PR personnel group for the Soul to relate with the public, and, more specifically, youth in the community.

Now, back to Shavonda. During one of the latest episodes of the Real World, these seven strangers are assisting a youth walk to raise funds for mentally retarded children of the ages 6-12 years. As fate would have it, there happens to be drama surrounding Shavonda and these handicapped children. As it turns out, Shavonda is afraid of retarded children.

Let me repeat that, Shavonda, a 21 year old African American, is afraid, of mentally retarded children from the ages of 6-12. Afraid of retarded children.. afraid of retarded children.. afraid.. of.. retards. Does anyone else not find this completely retarded? I was completely dumbfounded watching this show and hearing this incredulous revelation.

Shavonda, you are singly, the lamest person ever. You have no backbone or spine, and, for being afraid of retarded children, you deserve a "pie in the sky" executed by the largest woman in the world, Raven Symone.

I believe this story calls for a hella large .... DERP!!!