Me, heading to a friend’s place:
“Hey, can I come up for a while to repack and just hang out for a bit before going home?”
“Sure, but you might want to wait outside for a bit.”
“Why?”
“I want to make sure that everyone is wearing pants.”
Me, heading to a friend’s place:
“Hey, can I come up for a while to repack and just hang out for a bit before going home?”
“Sure, but you might want to wait outside for a bit.”
“Why?”
“I want to make sure that everyone is wearing pants.”
I don’t know how I made it through my old jobs. Before the days of instant messaging, we had to fool around at work the real way. We had to mix Iced Tea into the water coolers. We had to take pictures of our bosses and throw darts at them. We had to take two hour lunches. We tried to push the filing off onto the new employees.
Then the internet came–specifically, instant messaging left the realm of the mainframe geek, and entered the world of the casual user. Gone were the days of:
>msg fd6864a Hi! How are you!
Enter the days of the telltale door closing and opening sounds. File transfers. Calling your brother on his phone to tell him to turn on his webcam.
In a way, it’s better. We all stay in the office now and get some work done. But is that a good thing?
Are so fleeting. Breakdown.
Friday: Spiderman
Saturday: Spiderman and Quix’s birthday party
Early Sunday: Quix’s birthday party
Sunday: Cleanup and sleep
Read this blog. FEEL the angst. DON’T get the injokes. TRY to care. (Just kidding Nick.) Basically, stop by and see how a guy from the Midwest feels about leaving the East Coast for the Midwest and then finds out that he only really needed to move out of his apartment. Sarcastic, with a touch of angst. Small undertones of Dr. Evil.
Yesterday.
The Background:
Dave and Buster’s has a policy where people under twenty-one can be escorted in by a person over twenty-five. I’m usually that guy. I’m escorting two friends of mine. One’s on crutches. The other’s wearing a yarmulke.
“Hi, welcome to Dave and Buster’s. Can I see your ID please?”
“Sure. Oh, and I’ll be acompanying these two here.”
“Sure thing. Which two?”
“The Jew and the Cripple.”
The moment I catch a cab to go to work. . .
It stops raining.
But what can you do? I mean, it was pouring out this morning. Thunder. Lightning–the whole deal. Streets flooding. The great deluge. You get the picture. And I was dressed for work. If I was in jeans and sneakers, that’s one thing.