Posted on 03/13/2005 7:33:18 AM PST by ron32265
how did we end up here? are we so involved with the day to day grind,the rush for free time to enjoy friends and family that we have ignored our duty as employers of the largest company in the world to hold accountable the employees that work for us the people just like a parent whose child has grown and become more indipendent we give more responsiblity and less oversight on the assumption that being more responsible they would never bend or ignore the rules we have set forth yet here we are complaining of taxes,rules and laws that we do not like well perhaps we should stop complaining and start acting learn the laws read the legislation keep track of your employees write to them tell them of your issues do anything that might make a difference or just sit back and enjoy the ride but dont complain when it stalls in the middle of the track holding you up and causing you grief
That's my cue to take a nip of the ol' Jack Daniels. Thank you kindly for the reminder.
LOL!!
:0)
-good times, G.J.P. (Jr.)
Neil Diamond ROCKS??????
I don't think I can top it...so I will lament:
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says suddenly: "The pub's got no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, me dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
:))
(Aussie Smiley)
Tis your fault for sending me to a celtic lyrics site...now I won't get anything done all afternoon for the readin' of it...
W0FKS FOR M3 TOO TNX
(Apologetic Smiley)
:*)
-good times, G.J.P. (Jr.)
Of course, lovin' the Celtic music like I do, twas not a lot of harm done!
(Eire Smiley)
". . . . saw the spots after only one reading....better call Conspiracy Guy!!"
My thoughts, exactly. Where is he?
Before wondering and worrying about ephemera,first go and learn about grammar,punctuation,and capitalization.
Obviously,you have far too much extra time on your hands,so why don't you go out into the real world and set an example of how to live?
What are you trying to say, Troll!?!?!
Cobalt 60 - Prophecy (TerminalMix)
The images were clear
I know what I've been told
It's almost here
I have no doubt
I wish I hadn't been the channel
The bringer of omens
I wish I hadn't been chosen
As the witness of the curse of my universe
Of the world I knew, there`s nothing left
In the flow of time grew giant clefts
It was very clear
And it's almost here
Of the world I knew, there`s nothing left
In the flow of time grew giant clefts
It was very clear
And it's almost here
Here comes the time to harvest what we seeded
And to confront the monsters we fed
My task is over, will my words be heeded?
What I had to say, I said
Prophecy, Prophecy
Prophecy, Prophecy
You have to tell them what you saw
You have to tell them what you saw
And what they make of that does not belong to you
And what they make of that does not belong to you
You have to tell them what you saw
You have to tell them what you saw
(Prophecy)
Here comes the time to harvest when we seeded
And to confront the monsters we'd fed
My task is over, will my words be heeded?
What I had to say, I said
Prophecy, Prophecy
Prophecy, Prophecy
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