It is safe to say I might be a comedian

More of my randomness at its finest -

There are certain things I miss about living at home, one of them would have to be the quality of food it is a lot better at home.  After all my Dad didn't become a top notch feeder cattle order buyer (say that 10 times fast) by eating chicken.

I could really use a good steak every once and a while (I would like you to know I almost wrote, I could use a good piece of meat once and a while...which I guess I did write).  Anyways, I basically live a meat free lifestyle.  I am not the best with a grill, and I fear for my neighbors homes if I did cook on the grill.

I do take as many leftovers as possible to sustain myself for a week when I go home on the weekends, but come Thursday I am out of food.  I resort to any combination of lunch meat, noodles, cheese, butter and wine.

Okay so enough about my poor eating habits.

Yesterday was the big seat belt audit at my office/plant, which I was not informed about...until it was to late.

(Stick with me as I preface this story)

The plant (we like to call them market centers) that I work out of employs around 80 people on our first shift and so seeing as how we have that many people and big machines we have safety training every week.  About six weeks ago it was about seat belts and the companies policy about seat belts.  I signed off that I had read it, no big deal I am the seat belt nazi (I don't think thats politically correct) anyways I went about my way.

Yesterday I was out prospecting (read: fancy word for knocking on doors) and was two blocks from the market center the last time I got in the car to head back.  I decided no big deal it was all residential roads back, a seat belt seemed not necessary.

I pull through the gate and our giant (literally like 7 foot) maintenance guy was standing there with the plant managers, "this is the official seat belt audit, you fail."

Me the seat belt nazi who warns my friend K (also an employee of the company) to buckle his seat belt almost daily as I talk to him on the phone and hear it dinging, failed the seat belt audit.

And to add insult to injury, I was the ONLY one who failed.

Disclaimer: Maybe this post really wasn't that funny, I live by myself I have to laugh at myself.  Also I may or may not have had a couple of these...

Classier than boxed wine right?