Tuesday, January 31, 2006

New Receptionist 

Musings.... So our temporary receptionsist of 6 plus months walked out the other day with no notice. Most likely becuase the powers that be didn't want to hire her full time after so long and the fact she put up with a lot of crap from her superiors that took advantage of her. So she bailed,.....and I really don't blame her. On the upside, they have found a new (and improved) temp replacement who is fricken' hot. The bad news for me is that she is probably 15 year my junior, and the fact that she works in the same building as I would preclude me from ever hitting on her, (I learned the hardway never to dip your pen in the company ink anymore). Anyway, she is a petite blonde with very fair skin....who knows if she ever seen the sun, but the benefit of that is no flawed skin or unsightly wrinkles, etc. She has hazel eyes, nice bright teeth, a little tiny diamond stud in her nose. She is of german descent. She carriers herself well, and dresses upscale....that to me is where I find my attraction to her. I have a hard time making eye contact for the sheer fact that I find myself fantasizing about her.....a lot. Like her whole wardrobe is the transition from High School fashion to corporate woman. Must shop at Wet Seal or Judy's or something like that (Is Judy's even around anymore?) That is the type of fantasy where I am ripping her clothes off at her apartment and we break in every square foot of her little hole-in-the-wall pad. We use the furntiure she bought from IKEA, and the hand me down couch from her older sister. I can go on and on here, but you get the picture.

Spring almost sprung 

Musings .....but with all these local Catholic high school girls running around my neighborhood lately wearing their pleated plaid skirts and white knee highs, it sure feels like I have sprung anyway. Seriously, it's like the local school gave them all new uniforms for the year. I'm being assaulted at every corner with lascivious thoughts. I can't even tell which ones are 16 and which ones are 18 either, so I'm not sure if my thoughts are legal or not. As you can probably tell, I'm not gettin' any right now. Stephanie is out of town on business for almost two weeks. The lst time we had got together was at that dance club I mentioned about two weeks ago....and still there is just something not right I can't put my finger on....concerning that other 'guy' I mentioned sniffing around Stephanie still. No, I don't have 100% trust I know the 'full story', and my 6th sense is pretty dead-on about these things. We'll probably have to get to brass tax when she returns. My cold is finally over, and I stopped taking the other meds too. I was worried that I was ingesting more chemicals than I was solid food for a few weeks there, and I was afraid of what ever side-affects may occur. Then I just forgot to start up on the other meds until last night. Not sure if I want to start, or need to start them again anyway, though the last few days I've been pretty edgy....but that's most likely due to.... CurryMan. Yes, my own personal anti-christ is like a case of herpes. It's un-curable, and just when you think the coast is clear, you experience an inflammation out of nowhere. So it is with my work life. I don't report to him anymore, yet he still finds a way to grind me any chance he gets. I've been documenting his actions the last week and had a meeting with certain individuals and brought my 'new' or 'ongoing' situation to light. Surprisingly, they are aware of it, and not just with me, but Curry's issues with others as well. What I can't figure out is why nobody will do anything. The best summation I can think of is they either: A) are afraid of the race card being played and therefore litigation, or B) because he is 'smart', they put up with his antics because they don't want to take the time to look for a replacement seeing that his department is under-staffed anyway.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Polly wanna Shag? 

Story LONDON, England -- A computer programmer found out his girlfriend was having an affair when his pet parrot kept repeating her lover's name, British media reported Tuesday. The African grey parrot kept squawking "I love you, Gary" as his owner, Chris Taylor, sat with girlfriend Suzy Collins on the sofa of their shared flat in Leeds, northern England. But when Taylor saw Collins's embarrassed reaction, he realized she had been having an affair -- meeting her lover in the flat whilst Ziggy looked on, the UK's Press Association reported. Ziggy even mimicked Collins's voice each time she answered her telephone, calling out "Hiya Gary," according to newspaper reports. Call-center worker Collins, 25, admitted the four-month affair with a colleague called Gary to her boyfriend and left the flat she had shared with Taylor, 30, for a year. Taylor said he had also been forced to part with Ziggy after the bird continued to call out Gary's name and refused to stop squawking the phrases in his ex-girlfriend's voice, media reports said. "I wasn't sorry to see the back of Suzy after what she did, but it really broke my heart to let Ziggy go," he said. "I love him to bits and I really miss having him around, but it was torture hearing him repeat that name over and over again. "I still can't believe he's gone. I know I'll get over Suzy, but I don't think I'll ever get over Ziggy." Taylor acquired Ziggy as a chick eight years ago and named him after the David Bowie character Ziggy Stardust. The bird has now found a new home through the offices of a local parrot dealer. Collins, who admitted the affair, said: "I'm not proud of what I did but I'm sure Chris would be the first to admit we were having problems." She added to The Guardian newspaper: "I am surprised to hear he got rid of that bird. He spent more time talking to it than he did to me."

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Need to find a new home 

That's it. I need a new home for my Blog. The pevious 'Disturbing Encounter' post had to be broken up into two posts, because everytime I tried to publish it would hang. It's defiently a size issue of my posts, but since this has no pictures and/or sound, I can't figure out why it hangs. So if anyone has any ideas on a new Blog service, please share them with me. I'm gonna cruise some of your sites to see your provider and probably change. I'm sorta bummed as I've been with Blogger for a while, and I think they have some cool features. However, my lack of posts lately have been not because of lack of something to say, but my mounting frustration with this continuing hanging.

Monday, January 09, 2006

Disturbing Encounter (part 2) 

It took me a minute for it to sink in. OMG, he just offered me coke. I don't think it has ever been offered to me so blatantly. Hopefully on the outside I didn't flinch, but on the inside I was reeling, stunned, and very disappointed. I, of course said "no". Actually I said "No thank you." Nathan has never rolled like that, and I don't plan on starting now. While I may not be proud of everything I have done in my life, I can say in 100% truthfulness that I have never, ever once entertained the idea of doing any drugs. I've never even tried weed. Yes, at my age the worst I've ever done is drink myself to the point of vomiting, or having sex with girl I just met and can't remember her name. But I draw the line as drugs. I know some may argue that drinking is another form of drugs, and I won't disagree with you, but one vice or habit is all I'm willing to gamble with in my life. Now the problem I have is multi-faceted: Does his wife know? Can he get home safe? Is he an addict? Is this a rare dalliance? Do I say anything? What would she think if she knew her husband was offering drugs to her co-workers? Should I be flattered I am 'cool' enough to him that he offers me to partake, or be 'offended' that he totally misjudged me and our 'friendship'? Earlier in the evening we all talked about have a BBQ at my house in a few weeks, but now I'm not sure I want to invite him and his wife at all, though I have to continue to work with her. I don't need that shit at my house. I know I'm way over-thinking this, but I'm really bummed. Previously, I really thought he and I could be friends, but any respect I had for him is now gone and I'm both disappointed and sad about the whole matter.

Disturbing Encounter (part I) 

Over the weekend Stephanie and I met up with some of my co-workers and their spouses and/or boyfriends and girlfriends for a night out. More or less pretty casual. Some of these people I've hung out with before, and for the most part I like them and wouldn't mind hanging out with them more so in the future. We all met at a club and got our dance and drink on. Funny to watch how some people, when away from the work environment, let down their hair and party. Needless to say some are very fun, while a select minority can't really handle their liquor. I had a few drinks myself that evening, not many for I am still suffering from this fricking lingering cold, and I knew Stephanie wanted to party a bit, you can say I was one of the more sober people. After all I did have to drive a ways to get us home in one piece, and speaking of piece's, I wanted to make sure I was in condition enough to get a piece of Stephanie (I had plans for her later that night....next post) As the night war on, I noticed "Tom" (name changed to protect his identity) acting a little 'weird' to say the least. I'm not around Tom enough to really know how he handles his booze, and actually I work with his wife, not him. I've only been around him a handful of times, and he seems pretty 'okay' or 'cool' to hang out with, but now I'm not so sure. We made a little small talk throughout the night, but like I said as the night wore on...he was acting stranger and stranger. For all I know it was the booze. At one point later in the evening when all the girls were out dancing and some of the guys were back up at the bar, I found myself alone with Tom trying to talk to him. He seemed pretty out of it, more like dazed. To make a long story short, he turn to me and says: "Hey, you wanna get loaded?", and points to his nose. It took me a minute for it to sink in. OMG, he just offered me coke. I don't think it has ever been offered to me so blatantly. Hopefully on the outside I didn't flinch, but on the inside I was reeling, stunned, and very disappointed.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

My new favorite show: Rollergirls 

So I'm flipping around the tube the other day and come across a commercial that instantly hooks me: Rollergirls!!

My God, roller derby is making a comeback in the state of Texas, and what better way to portray it as a reality show of 20 and 30 something women who like to get their drink and assault on, especially with some of them dress as the lady in the pick. It's right outside of Austin, and the next time I drive through there, I am determined (mark my words) to stop by and watch a show.

You can't go wrong with the following team names either:

1. Putas Del Fuego

2. Rhinestore Cowgirls

3. Hellcats

4. Cherry Bombs....(just to name a few)

I urge you to check out the insanity.

I have taken a liking to Lux, Catalac, but take a look at the Cherry Bomb roster. Good Gawd man, they look like they just got out of an all women's prison. Yikes!!

Anyway, what an oldschool awesome date this would be for me. As a joke for a blind date with a fun gal, I'd love to take her to see one of thesse and then head to the bar afterwards where all these hooligans hang. Talk about fun. Just one episode of this psuedo 'girls-gone-bad-gone-to-prison-from-the-trailerpark' got me hooked but good.

Lot's of tequila drinking and behind the scenes drama.


Tuesday, January 03, 2006

F'ing Blogger 

I can't figure this out, but it seems that my Blog entries can only be of a certain size. If I type to much, it never posts/saves. But if I keep them under a certain 'undetermined' size, they post fine. I can't figure out the error at all which of course pisses me off. Like my last post....If I add one more sentence/paragraph it tends to hang. So unless I can figure it out, I need to come up with a new solution:

Anyway, so today through many trial and error posts, this is becoming very frustrating and problematic.

The Lingering Cold 

Musings Uggghhh......I can't remember the last time I had such a horribel cold. Usually, when I get colds they may last 4, maybe 5 days tops. I usually have a pretty damn good immune system, but this past week or so, I am beginning to question it. I actually avoided my work comrades various illnesses, or so I thought, until Christmas Eve. I may have gotten it from Stephanie, well at least that's my educated guess as she had a cold at least a week prior, but I can't say for sure. Anyway, Christmas Eve I began to get a slight tickle in my throat, so I tried to make a pre-emptive strike by taking 'Airborne', but it really didn't do me any good. Maybe the virus had already taken a stronghold in my body because I was just getting progressively worse. By the day after Christmas, I was a wreck. Symptoms seemed to move all over the body.....aches, sore throat, chills, fever, conjestion, cough, loss of appetite. Needless to say I've been pretty miserable and have avoided the gym and 'most' human contact (other than a water conservation shower with Stephanie a few nights ago...another post). I have my own pharmacy going on at home now as I have gotton perscription medication from two different doctors now plus OTC medicines. I actually feel 'okay' during the day...it's night that seems to kill me. Actually it's lying down in bed that gets me...For what ever reason in which I can't explain, my coughing fits are horrendous when I lay horizontal. So much so in fact I've totally lost my voice, some sleep, and coughed up a bit of blood. Last night I actually slept in a propped up position in bed to alleviate the coughing fits. I cough so hard, my eyes water at times and I lose my breath. That's more or less my last symptom now....coughing and no voice. It's been at least 8 or 9 days now and I'm gonna try and see a doctor again today to see what I can get now. Maybe I have an infection that just won't leave, though otherwise I feel okay.

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