There are always going to be times where you don’t want to do what others are trying to get you to do. It could be at work, or it could be when you meet an old acquaintance on the street. It could be your parents want you to clean your room. If you feel you need to get out of some activity, you may be tempted to use some lame excuse. We’ve all heard “My dog ate my homework”, and we can all guess how effective that one is with the teachers. Just as effective as “Honest, officer. I just picked that baggy up on the sidewalk and I was going straight to the police station to turn it in.”

Excuses are lame by definition. Basically, there is no excuse for excuses. So how can we turn them around and make them cool?

Simple. Admit that they are lame by trying to out-lame all other excuses. If  you get asked to go to a Slurp Fest Soup Cookoff and you hate soup, don’t try to get out of it using the standard “I’d love to, but my grandmother died.” Go straight into,” Soup traumatizes me. My Grandma just died last week. She choked on some soup. I will never go into a room with soup again! Go! Hang out with your soup Nazis. I am going to go visit my Grandma’s ashes in the garden. We sprinkled her on the lettuce row.”

If your boss wants you to work late and you don’t want to start a bad precedence, don’t even mention your kids and their school activities. “ I’d love to, but my girl Petunia has a piano recital,” gives your boss the impression that next time, you will work late. If you want to put your foot down, use something like “I really can’t. My dog is teaching me to bark tonight.” This lets your boss know that you don’t really have any reason to say no, and you really don’t want to do the work. Or, your boss is gullible. The next day he might ask you to demonstrate what you learned. This would be highly entertaining to everyone, but maybe not appropriate in a work setting.

Here’s a couple more. Feel free to create your own cool excuses.

“I have to pick an outfit for my meeting with the President of The United Countries of America.”

“Yellowbeard the Pirate told me he’d kill me if I ever hung out with a scum sucking land lubber like you.”

“I ‘d love to go hiking with you, but I’m allergic to sunlight. It makes my throat close up, and then I burst into a dazzling ball of flame! Whoosh!”

Recently in Gauhati, India six Asiatic Elephants went berserk and then electrocuted themselves.  A herd of forty of these elephants were out looking for food in a village.  A number of them became intoxicated on rice beer and then uprooted an electrical pole.  These elephants are known to have a taste for beer and it’s not unusual for them to go into villages in search of food.

Dipu Mark, a local conservationist, said, "There would have been more casualties had the villagers not chased them away."

The moral of the story is; if you drink and stampede, you’ll face the electric pole.

A little while back I performed an experiment (that was suggested by our Beer Buddy, Jean-Luc Picard).  I typed, "Ernie needs" into a Google search and looked at the results that came up.  If you click here you can read Tim’s and my findings.  On a whim I decided to try this again yesterday.  The following result came up several times, "Ernie needs to work as hard on his mind-set as on his swing".  When I read that line I knew that a higher power was trying to tell me something.  So I sacrificed some virgin mega-bytes to the god Google and then I meditated on my mind set.

I gave some thought as to what exactly my "swing" was (I presume it’s some sort of metaphor since I don’t normally do a lot of actual physical swinging.  So after some time (and a few Blue Beaver Beers) I determined that my "swing" must be the physical aspect of performing my job.  I do that very, very well and I do spend a lot of time making sure that I continue to do it well.

On the other hand, my "mind-set" while I am at work probably does need some more work.  The majority of my co-workers are lazy piss-ants.  They’re always screwing around wasting time and spending more time talking than working.  Needless to say they cause me a great deal of aggravation; and since I can’t drink Blue Beaver (or any alcohol) at work I have been at a total loss as for how to cope with the stress.  I even blame them for my not blogging everyday.

But the god Google has helped to point me in a different direction.  Clearly what I need to do while I’m at work is just visualize myself drinking a six-pack.  Once I get into that "mind-set" then I will be able to deal with the stress of having to work with slackers.  I suggest that everyone reading this should do what I did; ask the god Google what it is that you need in your life.  The answer may be surprisingly simple.

Whew! You would not believe last week. Not only did I work 13 hrs per day, including commute, but some of the weirdest things happened. It was like the complete reverse of Ernie’s experiences last week.
I literally couldn’t believe it when my teenage son got in a fight with his mother and stormed off. I mean, what kind of teenager does that kind of thing? It was like the twilight zone.
I got up the next morning and all the breakfast stuff had completely disappeared! It was almost like someone had eaten it all and no one replaced it. Or aliens snuck in and took it while we were  sleeping….. Too bizarre.
And then that whole paycheck thing. All of a sudden, on Monday, a deposit was made into our checking account. It was like magic. One minute, negative balance. Next minute, money! And the weird part was, the amount deposited matched exactly the number on my pay slip! In a universe where things like this happen, how can you not be amazed? It was almost like it was pre-arranged between my work and the bank.
And then there was the Tom Norton’s incident. I went through the drivethrough and ordered a large coffee and a bagel. When I got to the window to pay, I was informed that my items had already been paid for by the person in front of me. Thank you, whoever you are! Boy, what a week.