Could today be any slower?

[Poli]

I'm at work and bored out of my mind. I wish I had someone to correct.

[Poli]

At least GE's thread made me smile.

[st.cronin]

Would you like to help me with my translation of Pericle's Funeral Oration?

[Poli]

No. I also would appreciate it if you would NOT post poetry in this thread.

[Logan]

I voted yes in reference to my workday having gone unusually slow today. But now I'm home and having a blast.

[Poli]

Originally Posted by Logan

I voted yes in reference to my workday having gone unusually slow today. But now I'm home and having a blast.

Bastad!

[miami_fan]

I am just wondering why you can get to the board from work and I can't!

[Poli]

Originally Posted by miami_fan

I am just wondering why you can get to the board from work and I can't!

The Navy says porn, yahoo and hotmail are bad. FOFC is okay, though.

[vtbub]

Poetry?

128. The Dresser

1 AN old man bending, I come, among new faces,
Years looking backward, resuming, in answer to children,
Come tell us, old man, as from young men and maidens that love me;
Years hence of these scenes, of these furious passions, these chances,
Of unsurpass’d heroes, (was one side so brave? the other was equally brave	5
Now be witness again—paint the mightiest armies of earth;
Of those armies so rapid, so wondrous, what saw you to tell us?
What stays with you latest and deepest? of curious panics,
Of hard-fought engagements, or sieges tremendous, what deepest remains?
2 O maidens and young men I love, and that love me,	10
What you ask of my days, those the strangest and sudden your talking recalls;
Soldier alert I arrive, after a long march, cover’d with sweat and dust;
In the nick of time I come, plunge in the fight, loudly shout in the rush of successful charge;
Enter the captur’d works.... yet lo! like a swift-running river, they fade;
Pass and are gone, they fade—I dwell not on soldiers’ perils or soldiers’ joys;	15
(Both I remember well—many the hardships, few the joys, yet I was content.)
But in silence, in dreams’ projections,
While the world of gain and appearance and mirth goes on,
So soon what is over forgotten, and waves wash the imprints off the sand,
In nature’s reverie sad, with hinged knees returning, I enter the doors—(while for you up there,	20
Whoever you are, follow me without noise, and be of strong heart.)
3 Bearing the bandages, water and sponge,
Straight and swift to my wounded I go,
Where they lie on the ground, after the battle brought in;
Where their priceless blood reddens the grass, the ground;	25
Or to the rows of the hospital tent, or under the roof’d hospital;
To the long rows of cots, up and down, each side, I return;
To each and all, one after another, I draw near—not one do I miss;
An attendant follows, holding a tray—he carries a refuse pail,
Soon to be fill’d with clotted rags and blood, emptied and fill’d again.	30
I onward go, I stop,
With hinged knees and steady hand, to dress wounds;
I am firm with each—the pangs are sharp, yet unavoidable;
One turns to me his appealing eyes—(poor boy! I never knew you,
Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.)	35
4 On, on I go!—(open doors of time! open hospital doors!)
The crush’d head I dress, (poor crazed hand, tear not the bandage away
The neck of the cavalry-man, with the bullet through and through, I examine;
Hard the breathing rattles, quite glazed already the eye, yet life struggles hard;
(Come, sweet death! be persuaded, O beautiful death!	40
In mercy come quickly.)
From the stump of the arm, the amputated hand,
I undo the clotted lint, remove the slough, wash off the matter and blood;
Back on his pillow the soldier bends, with curv’d neck, and side-falling head;
His eyes are closed, his face is pale, (he dares not look on the bloody stump,	45
And has not yet look’d on it.)
I dress a wound in the side, deep, deep;
But a day or two more—for see, the frame all wasted already, and sinking,
And the yellow-blue countenance see.
I dress the perforated shoulder, the foot with the bullet wound,	50
Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so offensive,
While the attendant stands behind aside me, holding the tray and pail.
I am faithful, I do not give out;
The fractur’d thigh, the knee, the wound in the abdomen,
These and more I dress with impassive hand—(yet deep in my breast a fire, a burning flame.)	55
5 Thus in silence, in dreams’ projections,
Returning, resuming, I thread my way through the hospitals;
The hurt and wounded I pacify with soothing hand,
I sit by the restless all the dark night—some are so young;
Some suffer so much—I recall the experience sweet and sad;	60
(Many a soldier’s loving arms about this neck have cross’d and rested,
Many a soldier’s kiss dwells on these bearded lips.)

[Poli]

You will die for this, you know.

[vtbub]

Originally Posted by ardent enthusiast

You will die for this, you know.

[Poli]

No excitement from the 2145 muster, either. Dang it. I'm going to tour the barracks. Surely someone is doing something wrong!

[SirFozzie]

'dent is bored silly
Why can he not enjoy porn?
Oh! he trains seamen

Nope.. not poetry..


haiku!

[Poli]

Please, let this be over soon.

[Poli]

I wish there was another staff member here. I had a counseling opportunity over at the school house with one of my very favorite students. GARHHH!

[Loren]

today was definetly a slow ass day at work..but everyday seems that way lately, mainly cuz i get stuck working with this guy who's such a total moron he could win some sort of award. He has this terribly annoying way of not being able to drop ANYTHING, especially when I'm normally right, 3 hours later, 3 DAYS later even he'll pop right up out of nowhere again and start arguing his point again today he went on and on about some hot teacher he got at work, knowing i am someone who can discuss a hot chick quite easily, he went on for what seemed like hours...He just doesnt know when to stop, it's kinda sad really, but doesnt help me with wanting to bludgeon him with my stapler or shove my accounting pencil in his eye repeatedly on a DAILY basis, i even wished ball cancer on him today, and im not even half sorry..with anyone else im sure i would be i hate him and my 80 yr old boss who's always forgetting where he put stuff and instead says it was given to ME...and man ihate tax season there's even a counseling center next door to us, and im seriously thinking of going cuz they're driving me insane. k, im done it's sleepy time

[SirFozzie]

Everybody.. point and laugh at Ardent!

(points and bwahahahahas)

[Poli]

Originally Posted by SirFozzie

Everybody.. point and laugh at Ardent!

(points and bwahahahahas)

Fortunately, at that point, I had been gone for an hour.

[Huckleberry]

Unless Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked you in a westerly direction causing you to actually move back in time, then the day could be slower.

[GrantDawg]

Yesterday was slow for me as well. To make the lack of customers stand out even more, I had a guy call and tell me he was coming with a check for a full loaded Tocoma that he had looked at Monday. He said he'd be there around 5:30-6. Then about 6:15 he said he was on his way, and be there in 30-45 minutes. And then....nothing. Stopped answering the phone, and never showed up. Waiting on something like that makes time go even slower.

[Raiders Army]

Yesterday slowed down so much that it's today and it feels like yesterday.

[ice4277]

Today has been slow for me. 6 hours down, 6 to go!