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twicketface) wrote2003-02-12 04:31 pm
twicketface) wrote2003-02-12 04:31 pm
Man with big balls has just been acquitted
I totally forgot to mention one of the joys of Saturday. Terry and I got it into our heads that we needed grape Big League Chew. Danielle needed to run to the grocery store, so we hoped for the best. The candy isle was a sad excuse for diabetes-related foodstuff and we could only find the Original kind. Luckily, there was a Big Lots next door. If any place would have it, it would be Big Lots. We went to the Gum Center (!) and were disappointed to only find Original, Sour Apple and Sour Cherry. Not wanting to leave empty handed, Terry got the cherry and I got the apple.
$1.04 later, we were pleasantly chomping on huge wads of gum and grinning like little kids. One pack is the equivalent of 26 sticks of gum. I’ve venture we each had 3-4 sticksworth in our mouths and we could only complete the task of chewing for 45 minutes before we admitted defeat. For their impending wedding, I *will* find Grape Big League Chew for the wedding party. This, I command!
Incidentally, Cub Foods has the best animal crackers ever. I need to bring a Chip Clip to work.
Yesterday my new business cards came in. They are most sensuous.
I always confuse New Found Glory with The Get Up Kids. Always.
I think I might be coming down with chronic fatigue syndrome. Seriously, for the last month I’ve wanted to do nothing but get my slumber on, which is unlike me. Most Saturdays I’m wide-awake at 7:00 and I can get out of bed at a decent time on workdays. Maybe it’s the recent bout of insanely-freezing weather invoking the hibernation reflex in myself. Accordingly, my attempts to exercise in the early morning haven’t been met with enthusiasm from my brain.
Yesterday, the receptionist poked her head in and asked if I was warm enough. I mentioned to her last week that it was very cold in my office and she called the maintenance people to try and fix it. I told her that I have been warmer, but I could really use a new chair.
She walked in, looked at my chair and said, “Brian, you have a shitty chair. Let’s get you a new one!” It’s the coolest thing to happen to me so far.
We walked around the office and found a really nice one that someone had in his office as a guest chair (which looked kinda silly). We swiped it, on account of him being on vacation. Also, the receptionist told me that I should have a new office. I’m in a small (15 by 15?) office containing furniture that I’m too big for. She said I looked like I was sitting at a little girl’s desk. I couldn’t argue. Since I’ve not been here a month yet, I’m going to wait on my list of demands, but there is an open office down the hall that would be a lot better for me. All in due time.
Danielle’s mom is the one who informed me of the job I’m in now, and I encouraged her to apply for my old job, since she needs to get some entry-level experience in the HR field. She got a call to come in for an interview, so when I visit Terry tonight I’m going to give her the low-down of my old stomping grounds. This does not mean Terry will be spared from cribbage shame; simply that it will be delayed a bit.
Tomorrow I’ll be in the Sheboygan office. I’m more nervous about finding my way there than anything, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Everytime I talk to my boss in Milwaukee she has nice things to say about me. I’m not used to this amount of positive feedback; it’s a good feeling.
I honestly hope gas prices hit $3 per gallon.
I’ve come to realize talking to my brother on the phone is an exercise in futility. I’m usually always the one to call him and almost everytime we talk I make it a point to ask about Muffett and Savannah. He has *never* asked about Marie. Ever. Anytime he calls and she answers the phone, he says “Is Brian there?” without so much as a hello. And that kills me. Part of me wants to ream him out for being so selfish and rude, but another part of me thinks that I shouldn’t have to tell a 27 year-old how to have a conversation. I want to be part of Savannah’s life and honestly thought that Marie and I would spend time with them on a regular basis. It’s more and more likely we’ll just see each other on holidays and anything more than that is just a pipe dream.
George Orwell must be turning over in his grave. That is, if he’s dead.
$1.04 later, we were pleasantly chomping on huge wads of gum and grinning like little kids. One pack is the equivalent of 26 sticks of gum. I’ve venture we each had 3-4 sticksworth in our mouths and we could only complete the task of chewing for 45 minutes before we admitted defeat. For their impending wedding, I *will* find Grape Big League Chew for the wedding party. This, I command!
Incidentally, Cub Foods has the best animal crackers ever. I need to bring a Chip Clip to work.
Yesterday my new business cards came in. They are most sensuous.
I always confuse New Found Glory with The Get Up Kids. Always.
I think I might be coming down with chronic fatigue syndrome. Seriously, for the last month I’ve wanted to do nothing but get my slumber on, which is unlike me. Most Saturdays I’m wide-awake at 7:00 and I can get out of bed at a decent time on workdays. Maybe it’s the recent bout of insanely-freezing weather invoking the hibernation reflex in myself. Accordingly, my attempts to exercise in the early morning haven’t been met with enthusiasm from my brain.
Yesterday, the receptionist poked her head in and asked if I was warm enough. I mentioned to her last week that it was very cold in my office and she called the maintenance people to try and fix it. I told her that I have been warmer, but I could really use a new chair.
She walked in, looked at my chair and said, “Brian, you have a shitty chair. Let’s get you a new one!” It’s the coolest thing to happen to me so far.
We walked around the office and found a really nice one that someone had in his office as a guest chair (which looked kinda silly). We swiped it, on account of him being on vacation. Also, the receptionist told me that I should have a new office. I’m in a small (15 by 15?) office containing furniture that I’m too big for. She said I looked like I was sitting at a little girl’s desk. I couldn’t argue. Since I’ve not been here a month yet, I’m going to wait on my list of demands, but there is an open office down the hall that would be a lot better for me. All in due time.
Danielle’s mom is the one who informed me of the job I’m in now, and I encouraged her to apply for my old job, since she needs to get some entry-level experience in the HR field. She got a call to come in for an interview, so when I visit Terry tonight I’m going to give her the low-down of my old stomping grounds. This does not mean Terry will be spared from cribbage shame; simply that it will be delayed a bit.
Tomorrow I’ll be in the Sheboygan office. I’m more nervous about finding my way there than anything, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Everytime I talk to my boss in Milwaukee she has nice things to say about me. I’m not used to this amount of positive feedback; it’s a good feeling.
I honestly hope gas prices hit $3 per gallon.
I’ve come to realize talking to my brother on the phone is an exercise in futility. I’m usually always the one to call him and almost everytime we talk I make it a point to ask about Muffett and Savannah. He has *never* asked about Marie. Ever. Anytime he calls and she answers the phone, he says “Is Brian there?” without so much as a hello. And that kills me. Part of me wants to ream him out for being so selfish and rude, but another part of me thinks that I shouldn’t have to tell a 27 year-old how to have a conversation. I want to be part of Savannah’s life and honestly thought that Marie and I would spend time with them on a regular basis. It’s more and more likely we’ll just see each other on holidays and anything more than that is just a pipe dream.
George Orwell must be turning over in his grave. That is, if he’s dead.