Yeesh... Too Much To Do Too Little Time Listening: *Deep soulful house beats...*
Wow... not much time today. I want to leave work on time. Yesterday, I ended up being at work until six o'clock because clients kept calling just as I started shutting down my computer programs. I got a call at half past four and a call just after five. I was the only one in the group left on the floor. I felt obliged to help. I had fun though. I like working with the clients. I know the two girls over on the west coast that I work with are really cute and have rather cute voices, so I don't mind very much. However, they're not as cute sounding as the girls I work with in Ireland. Mmmm... Love those accents. The guys are also very personable. They haven't done anything to make me want to blow them off. They trust me and the fact that I am working with them to help resolve issues. It would be different if someone like Mumbles kept calling me. I would likely tell him to piss off 'cause I was going home to take a nap.
Last night, decided to stay in. It was cold outside and I had been out drinking and eating and spending money the night before. I didn't need to do it two nights in a row. I ended up watching Survivor: Amazon Damn... Azn kid decided to pull the Azn/minority card. Idiot. He also gave up teh fact that he and another guy could both speak Mandarin. Idiot. That's why he got voted off. It's amazing how stupid my people could be. He was a meat-head chink. He was kind of a punk too. No respect for him.
Anyways, time to go. I have to buy a T pass, buy a gift for Shaft, pick up my stuff at home and go meet Boochie at her place. Too much to do.
I Ain't Never Seen A Chinaman With That Much Soul Listening: She says it's cold outside, so she hands me my raincoat...
things have been busy at work with Mumbles gone for a week and a half. It seems as if I have a steady amount of work throughout the day. I start working at eight o'clock, work straight through to my coffee break somewhere between half past nine and ten o'clock, work until lunch at about one thirty and then come back ay a quarter past two and finish up at a quarter to three. From a quarter to three to four o'clock, I don't have much to do. I kind of like this schedule. It makes me feel more productive. I do more stuff in the day and no one really bothers me too much either. Most of the time when someone is bothering me, it's Mumbles.
In other news at work, there is some shifting around going on. FOP is no longer moving to my group and Junior isn't moving over there. It sounds like I may get moved. I'm not all that happy with that, because I'm told that the funds that they do over there are all idiot funds. There's no client contact and that doesn't make me happy either. Since Junior leaves for Japan at the end of the month, we're gonna be short-staffed. This means that I'll be doing funds. I would much rather do more intelligent funds than the diot funds that they have over at FOP's group. I think moving me to that group is one sure way to make me leave the company. I also don't like the atmosphere over in that group either. Their manager is a "If it's not broke, don't fix it" kind of a manager. Very uninspiring. And the two other guys that they have over there are both seniors (meaning at my level not like senior citizen), and they've been there so long that they're set in their ways. Furthermore, one of the guys is downright rude and the other just thinks he knows everything. So it would be like a demotion. I would be set back to the PA level with the Senior pay. I don't like it one bit. At least if I stay in the group I'm in, I have more client contact, I can be more helpful, and there are friendlier workers. I know this would allow me to get away from Mumbles, but it would also be taking all of the more positive sides of the group away. This could potentially suck. I don't want to have to grin and bear it more than I already do. I'm bracing myself for impact.
In happier news, I went with The Violent One, Boochie and THE Hustler to go see Kevin So at ZuZu's last night. I first heard Kevin at the Rockin' The Boat performance months ago. It was him and an acoustic guitar or a grand piano as well as some performance art. I heard a CD of his in The Violent One's car and it was very folky. Boy was I surprised when he busted out with the full band and the soul. It was crazy. Stevie Wonder was obviously one of his influences. It was a really great show. I had a lot of fun. The four of us also ate dinner there. I had latin rubbed pork loin. Boochie thought that there was gonna be a nekkid latino man whose job was to rub the pork loin all over himself. Alas... and happily, no.
I also discovered something wonderful as well. Mohitos. It's a drink made with sugar, mint leaves, lime, rum and some soda water. It was quite tasty. I think it may have pushed the Kamikaze out of the top spot. It is a close second if it hasn't taken over the top spot. I'll have to ponder it for a while. In addition to wonderful drinks, there was a really attractive bartender. She had black rimmed glasses, a nostril ring, Puma sneakers, jeans, punky belt, a watch that was mounted on a inch and a half wide strip of leather with stainless steel studs in it. Nggggh... Girl was a cutie. *sigh* Alas I lack the self confidence to just talk to her more than ordering a drink or asking her about her watch. It's not really anything that anyone can help me with. I really have to work through it. I think it might be helpful to release all of the baggage that comes with being burnt every time I even start something with a girl. I must really know how to pick 'em.
This weekend I'm hitching a ride with Boochie and THE Hustler down to NYC to go to Shaft's birthday bash. He and his twin sister (who I have heard is kinda hot) are throwing a 26th birthday party at a bar in Manhattan. I guess they rented out a back room. Sounds like they shelled out mad duckets for it. But I know that Shaft never squelches on a party. He knows how to party as well as, if not better than I do. A fiend, he is. I'll be crashing at his place in Hoboken (or as Booch puts it: The land of the damaged prostitute). Should be a good time. I'm trying not to spend too much loot while I'm there. I need money to help run my party.
You know when I went to work at Tufts during the summer between Sophomore and Junior year, I never thought I would have come out of the experience with a friend as good as Shaft is. We were two of the three misfits of the summer work group and we kind of stuck together. He bought the liquor, I helped him with his summer schooling. I dunno. It was strange how we kept in touch. I have a strange way of picking up some really good friends on my journey. It's kinda cool.
Next weekend is gonna be ZEN!!!'s Quarter-Life Crisis Rave. I just set up the invite website, because I couldn't for the life of me figure how to make a pdf file with all of the stuff I wanted on it. In addition, I couldn't get any of it to print out the way I wanted to either, so I just said fuck it and wrote a quick html document. Actually, I did it yesterday after work, which is why I didn't blog.
I'm actually nervous that this party I'm throwing could suck. The system that the VFW has won't fit our needs, so I'm using Greaser's system, which is kind of on the small side, but I think it'll do the job. I'm only gonna use Carpenter's purple rope lights for lighting and some of the recessed lighting in the ceiling. I have to go buy some glowstix from the army supply store, because I think it's too late to order from Extremeglow.com. I have to dig through my vinyl and try to figure out what I'm gonna bring with me. That'll take me hours. I think I'll do that either tonite or on Monday night. A couple of times next week, I'll be going to Special K's place to try to clean off the rust off of my skills. I hope that all goes well.
On the upside, I found out that Raver Girl, Shaft and PJ are all coming into town for this party. I love those guys. They rule. I think a large number of people from the Dragon Boat team are coming. Most of my Colby pals are coming too. Anti-Scott is trying to bring her housemates. It should be fun. I have to decide what refreshments I wanna provide. Do I wanna get a cake? Do I really need a cake? I'm prolly gonna buy a bunch of candy... blo-pops, ring-pops, candy necklaces... fun stuff. Maybe a veggie plate for some of the more straight laced people that I know are coming. I have to decide what I'm gonna wear. I think I may just have to wear my black "Spank" t-shirt and my red UFOs. I wore my red UFOs last birthday though. I'm gonna have to think it all through.
Lastly, I just wanna shout out a "Gratz" to PJ for getting into law school. Mad proud of him. I also would like to think that I may have had a hand in helping him out. I had an immense amount of fun butchering his personal statements. I was an English major. It's what I do/did. Gratz to you, PJ! Woo woo...
Frustration Is Setting In Listening: These could be our golden days...
I guess I didn't have as much work today as I thought. I have been working pretty steadily all day long, despite different people's inopportune IMs. Like five people IMed me today when I was trying to get some deadline stuff done, though I'm sure they had no clue. Yah... It has been strange. This kind of thing never happens to me.
Fitting with the theme of frustration, I just can't seem to get the invitiations that I want to make out for my little Quarter-Life Crisis Rave to print out properly. It makes me feel like a complete idiot. I might just have to set up a simple web page with all of the information and such and e-mail that out to people. It's just being a pain in the ass.
Right now I'm searching on the Sony webpage for a new discman. Mine, after just over a year of use shit the bed. It kinda pisses me off, because it was a nice discman and it didn't last me nearly as long as my crappy discman. The last disman I ahd lasted me from my sophomore year of college through last February. Damn, that's a long time. That's longer than I've had my current pair of Doc Martens.
Lotsa stuff going on right now. I'm having a tough time organizing my thoughts. So much to do, so little time. BAH! Maybe I'll stay in tonite. I forgot whether I was supposed to go with Special K to check out the VFW's stereo system tonite at seven or tomorrow at seven. I think it was tomorrow. This means I'm gonn have to coordinate with Boochie. Grrr... I shoulda written all of this down. I'm such a spaz. Time to go. Maybe I just need a nap.
One Month In The Life Of Listening: Just what I've been thru is nothing like where I'm going to. Give me some sign to persue, a promise and you're unhappy. This is only a guess.
One month.
One month I have been gone, exercising your right not to read my life update. I have caught some flak about how I write and what I write and how I write. And so I took a break, to let you know that you can read my journal or you can not read my journal. The choice is up to you. Read this and understand that this is your choice. You choose to read this or not to read this. You choose to type in the url or that search engine. I am not twisting your arm. So, if you don't like what I'm writing, piss off.
Essentially, what you've missed in the past month has been, a concert, a haircut, a trip to DC, the planning of a b-day rave and so on and so forth. Time is short right now. Work was busy. Work will be busier tomorrow. I gotta finish a project today before I go home to do laundry. Exciting, no? Til the next entry.
