Passion = Truth? How Jeffrey James Francis Ircink Sees The World? I love when people are passionate about something. That surging of emotion is the one honest measure of what truth is. It's a truthful display of how a person really feels about something or someone at that particular moment. That passion IS truth.



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Greendale, Wisconsin, United States
Ex-producer of THE REALLY FUNNY HORNY GOAT INTERNATIONAL SHORT FILM FESTIVAL, playwright, actor, singer, outdoorsman, blogger, amateur photog, observer & bitcher, Beach Boys groupie, Brett Favre fanatic, lover of everything Celtic and forever a member in the Tribe of HAIR. Spent most of my life in the Village of Waterford, a small town just outside of the Milwaukee suburbs. After 12 years in North Hollywood, Bel Air and Culver City, Cali, I moved back to Wisconsin in September 2009. No regrets - of moving to LA OR moving back to WI. Have traveled to Belfast, Ireland, Dayton (OH), Manhattan, Seattle, Cedar Rapids, New York, Miami and Sydney, Australia with my plays. Moved back into the Village of Greendale where I was born. Life is good.

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Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Why can't I find "her" peering into the refrigerator at work?

These two biddies at work feel the need to do their job - and everyone else's. I've told them both off before and they don't care for 'ole Jeff. So today they're milling around the refrigerator contemplating what's "ripe" and should be tossed. Theoretically, this is my job; however, the emails I send out to employees about cleaning their crap out of the refrigerator go unheeded. So I say, "fuck'em".

About a month ago the one biddy tossed two people's foodstuffs out - food that had just been placed in the 'fridge in the last 2 days (one that day). I got an earful from two very hungry people at lunchtime. But like flies and hemorrhoids, these two keep coming back. One day...ole Jeff is gonna let loose.

So they remove two items from the 'fridge today and send emails out to the staff. "Come get your food. It's on the table." One of the items is claimed and promptly tossed down the insinkerator. I walk into the kitchen and I can smell the 2nd item which is in a bag on one of the kitchen tables. I approach said bag, which is dripping onto the table. Very, very ripe.

I tossed it - which I thought the biddies were doing. Thanks, ladies. Thanks for cleaning out the refrigerator and moving the stench out into the kitchen so everyone can smell it. You done real good. I'm learning from ya!

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