those bastards

Last Friday I met some guys from work for a few drinks. Seeing as how I had not been to work on Thursday and Friday, they caught me up on some of the things that had happened in my absence. By far the funniest thing was when they told me they had taken a guy's monitors and placed them in his storgae cabinet above his desk and plugged them back in so they still worked. I thought that is was awesome and wished I had been there to help and could not wait to see his reaction come Monday.

Jump forward to this morning, and I walk in to an empty desk except for my computer, keyboard and mouse. It became obvious real quick that is was I that the joke had been placed on. Not only had my monitors been moved, the cabinet was locked and I did not have the key.

I later found out that everyone that I had gone out with on Friday was in on this hazing. I was also told that I was not to take off anymore because it only gets worse. They told me the other idea they had was to reassemble my desk in one of the old prison cells.

To spite them a little I left my monitors right where they were and worked in the awkward position of looking up for about 3 hrs. I did it until my neck started to hurt and just imagined I was sitting the front row of a movie theater.

home alone

Since Saturday I have been dog sitting. So that means, I have had 4 days without the family around and only approximately 3 and half more all to myself. During this time alone with the dog I have managed to only have to clean up 6 pee pads. That is usually the daily figure when my sister is here. Hurricane Ruby struck twice inside her cage. The first was when I went out Saturday night, I have home to a scene like a bomb went off in there. The let her out to clean it up and then put her back in. She then proceeded to bark for 2 hrs. That is so not cool at 3am. Come morning I found her cage a wreck again, but this time she managed to get a hold of someone's highlighted, 2 page schedule and left it in pieces no bigger than a postage stamp.

I have been bitching at her everyday. She likes to be independent. I trying to show her she really does not have a choice in some matters.

Other than having to take care of the dog, I have not high points to mention from this week by myself. I missed Pirates at the drive in because I could not find anyone to go with me. I have to get my car inspected at somepoint this week, argh. I did however take off Thursday and Friday in an attempt to squeeze some kind of fun out this time. Thus, I have schedule lunch plans with 2 girls I used to work with at my old job. Too bad they both have bfs.

yodawg

Recently at work, I was looking through the files on my PC when I can across some excel sheets that were not mine and had not been there a week ago. I did not think much of it, left them where they were and kind of forgot about them. But a few days ago I found this picture, with is not a default Windows' one. I have never seen it before and have no idea how it got loaded into the My Documents folder at work. I think somehow someone is saving shit on my computer and not realizing it. I keep changing their file names to piss them off. I'm still waiting to see results.

breakfast talk

this happened at work today.

Webmaster: "You want a egg and bacon sandwich?"
Me:"Um no, I don't think so."

... a few minutes pass ...

Me:"I think I have a vitamin deficiency, and that is why I fall asleep all the time."
Webmaster:"Well, what time did you got you bed?"
Me:"Sometime around 2"
Webmaster:"Well, there's your problem. You need to go to bed earlier."
Me:"Yeah, It might be that. Course it could be vitamins too."
Webmaster:"You want a breakfast sandwich? They use REAL beacon."
Me:"What the hell vitamins are in bacon?
Webmaster:"Eggs are chalk full of a shit load of vitamins."
Me:"I said nothing about the eggs, I mentioned the bacon."
Webmaster:"Does it matter?"
Me:"Well, I don't want them to cancel each other out."
Webmaster:"Man, I'm going to kick you square in the nuts."

2 where 1 was sufficient

On Friday night I met up with some guys and one wife after work for dinner and some drinks. We went to Duke's down by the river, which used to be a G-Man. The guy and his wife got there at 5:30 to reserve a table because we knew it would be busy. The rest of us trickled in as time went on, but they did not seat us until 8:30. That's a 3 hr wait. Other people had come and gone in that time. We were not happy.

After we all got seated the drinking began. Between 8:30 and 12:30, I consumed 6 - 22oz lagers. Is that a lot? I can never tell. After we were done there we went to a different bar to play pool where I had 2 more regular size lagers. At this point I realized that was a lot of liquid. Someone mentioned that with all the alcohol he drank he would have a good sleep. I had to agree with him and looked forward to it myself.

After getting home after 4am, I crawled in bed. My sleep was anything but peaceful. It started with me "waking up" thinking a clothes bomb had gone off in my room. That was not the case. Later on I came to again thinking a block ceiling had fallen out of my room. Again it was not to be. There were others but they are kind of fuzzy. The strangest thing of all was waking up with 2 pair of boxers on. I did not notices this until midway through the following day when there was a lot more fabric to get through to take a piss. I wore them both for the rest of the day. All that day though, I could not help but wonder what dream prompted me to add a second pair to the first.

Matryoshka dream

For post 200 I thought I would talk about something other than work, my crazy mom or my sister's dog.

I had a dream where I was being hurdled around like a rag doll. From an outside observer's perspective, I could see my body being tossed around like a marionette. Over plains and through valleys, some unseen torrent was sending me to an unknown destination. The only thought I had running through my head was that I had to keep my kind clear of any stray thoughts. I was not allowed to take the time to mull over and enjoy/comprehend all that I was seeing. If for but one moment I stopped just experiencing what I was seeing and tried to control it just once, it would have all shattered and crumbed away to nothing.

All of a sudden I woke up. My head was resting on a park bench with face was laying inside a magazine which I had warped with the drool that had run freely from my mouth. Still groggy from this semi-coma I found that my surrounding were not a park at all but a bench that had been transplanted indoors into a crampt, bussling bookstore. I had no idea how I had gotten there nor where exactly I was.

After that, I woke up again. In my bed, staring down at me where several fuzzy red blobs. I moved in closer to find that they revealed the time to be 4:30am and I had work in the morning.