Just Another Day at the Office

My apologies for my lack of contribution to this sterling current events website. I'm now free from the clutches of higher education (for a week, fuck) so I'm fully ready to resume my range-addiction and hopefully stop playing like shit so i can hit the golfing ball with you boys. Last Thursday at work was an interesting day. I came in at 2 and i was on with the Italian Stallion himself, Rudolph the Red Nosed LaBrasca. Apparently the Mac and Chuck worked in the morning, so I knew that I could throw it on cruise control for the afternoon. Wait, I just said that like its something that we don't always do. But in any event, in layman's terms, I didn't do jack shit. On my way in I parked next to SuperChuck's car. I could be mistaken, but I was pretty sure that i saw a letter from the Vatican requesting Chuck's assistance to fully restore the Sistine Chapel in Italy. I'll do my best to confirm this very believable rumor. But on a side note, does anybody remember Rudy and the Mac being mortal enemies last year? I don't know if there have ever been any historical wars between the Irish and the Italians, but those two did their best to start one up at the beginning of last year. However, after I punched in and started my shift, I noticed that those two were hitting it off like Zac Efron and a 13 year old girl straight out of middle school; this really caught me off guard, but I definitely enjoyed the 45 minutes of meaningless banter that those two generated. After about and hour, the three of us were standing outside the shop thinking of ways to make the range picking process more efficient. As any of us grunts know, hauling all those damn baskets in and out is like trying to make your way through downtown State College (or Oakland, for you Panthers out there) on a Saturday night after about 9 beers, and as many shots. I thought that we could maybe just leave the picker down at the range so it doesn't take a herculian effort just to maneuver the picker through the trees behind the pavilion and not scratch it too bad on the cart path. Jimmy then suggested that we just leave the baskets in the picker, so we dont have to haul them in and out each time. Rudy was lightyears ahead of both of us simpleton's though. He proceeded to suggest that we should leave the picker down by the range, baskets included, and then construct a conveyor bealt that would take the balls straight from the range, over top of the clubhouse, and straight into the ball room. Interesting thought. Liking the idea more and more as Rudy stumbled through his explanation of it, i suggested that we build a waterfall of some sorts that would even clean the balls as they glided along the bealt. The funny thing is, I'm pretty sure Rudy was serious about the whole process, so in that case, I was too. I think once Chuck comes home from his overseas tour, we should run the idea past him. The only problem I really see is how we would mark it as a hazard for errant shots coming off of 18. Maybe we could just spraypaint the sides of it red. I'm pretty sure that would do the trick. I spent the rest of my time that shift thinking of how amazing the Rudy Ball Cleaning Bealt would be, and how much fun it would be for us to go up at night after consuming mass amounts of alcohol and smokeless tobacco, and turn it into a slip 'n' slide of some sorts. Just throwing it out there, but I really think we should take this idea and run with it. But back to hitting the golfing ball around, if everybody's plans are free for Tuesday, we should definitely go out and scrape it around. I can feel the itch starting to take its toll since school's out. I'll be departing for the south on Thursday but I'll be back Monday to resume the shenanigans. So until then, hit 'em straight gents.