Thursday, January 25, 2007

My Magnetism is Attracting the Wrong People

Today is Shirt and Tie Thursday here at work. I instituted Pink Shirt Friday last week, where everyone in my department is supposed to wear a pink shirt on the Fridays we have to work (since every other Friday we have off). Only two of us wore pink, but another guy did the best he could with what he had. In fact, he went out the very next day and bought a new pink shirt. Talk about a team player. Anyway, the same guy wears a shirt and tie every Thursday and suggested that I do the same, so I have dubbed Thursdays Shirt and Tie Thursdays.

Note: Big ups to my sister for providing me with the only shirt/tie combo worthy of wearing on a momentous occasion such as Shirt and Tie Thursday.




Man's Night. Holla!

Yesterday, we held another installment of "Man's Night" complete with dinner, beer (for some) and pool (also for some). We chose a different restaurant to mix things up and mix them up we did. Instead of the old standby, we hit up a new place closer to where some of the fellas live.

As it turns out, this place has a worse waitstaff than the original place, which is known for its terrible service. We were literally the only table there and it was like pulling teeth to get anything out of this woman. You'd ask for a drink (she never asked if you wanted another) and she would walk away without acknowledging what you said, leaving you wondering if she heard you or was just plain ignoring you. Sure enough you'd get your drink, but why the attitude?

And who the hell picked the pirate music on the jukebox? As if the country music wasn't bad enough, they had to drop down to Pirate Pete! They're lucky I couldn't convince M-to-the-C to put something ghetto on there.

I should add that while the waitress hated everyone else there, she had a real thing for your humble narrator. This cannot be explained by anything other than my overwhelming charm. I mean, I was the guy ordering a diet Coke instead of a tip inducing beer or mixed drink, yet she even joked with me about the diet at one point. This could have been misconstrued as flirting, had there not been a half century divide between our ages. Actually, with a group of 6 guys it was construed exactly as flirting. What can I say, I'm charming.

A lot of things were discussed at this outing, none of which would be of any interest to any of you, with the exception of the people who were there and don't need to be told. To Bizarro, JC and Bill: sorry players you missed out on a root-tooting good time.

As we were leaving, we made sure to joke about the fact that Russ-T was going to be followed once again by the po-lice, and would he please go ahead so as not to inconvenience any of us with his escort. Sure enough, at the corner of the street there was a cop with his lights off who pulled out behind us. Since I was the last in line, he chose to follow me. Obviously Russ-T - AKA The Cop Magnet - would have been a better choice, followed by the four guys who had been drinking (although lightly), with yours truly being the least likely target.

Nope, he followed me and to show my appreciation for this service I drove 27 mph. I'm sure this annoyed him no end and he turned off with the quickness. Later, player.




The List is Growing

I've been putting together a honey-do list for myself all week in preparation for having Friday off. It seems like a good thing to have this day off - to accomplish all of these tasks - but in reality I only have to do them all on one day because I can't get out of work early enough any other day to take care of them. My list involves:

  • Bake some brownies and some cashew brittle. Technically the cashew brittle doesn't bake but you get the idea.

  • Get my oil changed. I'm only 1,000 miles overdue. I'm sure oil manufacturers design for a 33% factor of safety, no worries.

  • Go to the Post Office. I have 6 packages that need to be sent out (Ab, one is yours) to various people in various places, on various continents. I also want to get the ball rolling on my passport. I was going to wait until after I closed on my mortgage so I'd only have one thing to worry about, but you see how that's going.

  • Go to the bank. That damn sack o' change has a hot date with a bank teller, let's just hope I don't get gunned down by the security guard if there is one.

  • Handle some bidness. There are many things that need doing, which I will classify only as bidness. I hope to be able to handle some/all of them on Friday.

  • Buy some clothes. That about explains it, I just want to buy some clothes to replace the ones I'm taking to the Goodwill. Oh yeah...

  • Go to the Goodwill. Drop off the 26 gallons of clothes plus the box of stuff I don't need anymore.


Mortgage Update

Okay, no news to report. It looks like I'm going to have to send off a reminder. I'm so close I can smell it, but this last little bit is really dragging. Jeebus, help a brother out.



Over and Out,
Old Coot

3 comments:

RackmanT said...

Several comments:

1 - check your car owners manual, usually they recommend 5000 or more miles between oil changes, unlike the unbiased people who are selling you oil that want you to get it changed every day. Assuming you are going because of a 3 kilomile recommendation.

2 - Get "ItsDeductable" http://turbotax.intuit.com/tax_products/learn_itsdeductible.jhtml
This will be a deduction for this year's taxes, not last years, (curse you New Year!) but it is still usually worth it.

3 - I don't enjoy hearing about you "handling your bidness"

Thanks,
The One and Only

Abbey said...

A.) Please, my blogging efforts are being delayed due to foreseen holdups in the "give me your pictures" department - so I can appear in my own blog.

2.) If any of that cashew brittle happened to make it into my package, I wouldn't complain. What with my love for cashews and brittle.

D.) If you need any womanhandling in the mortgage department... well, I would but for the 5,000 miles.

WV: uxooxj It looks so good and juicy, but I have no idea...

OK, bonus, screwed up the old, here's the new:

yfearud: "you fear yutes?" -Vinny Gambini

And finally, movie reference - there's two. One's obvious.

Anonymous said...

I like that brownies are at the top of the list. That's a list I can get behind. Also, I have to agree that "handling bidness" has no place on a family-friendly blog.

ibpcn: what you say when you're chilling on your laptop and someone hollas at you and asks what you're doing.

"Something inside of me just said 'Hey, wait a minute, I want to beat him.' and I just took off." -Pre