Arguments

If there's one thing I hate it's being wrong about anything, particularly dates.

Wish me luck. I have to convince someone about a date that's important.

Gregsta

Thanks!
Greg

What I like about Chu's

This could be perhaps my most uninspired post in months.

I'm completely devoid of any opinions that are funny. I've got lots of unfounded and offensive opinions right now, but they're not funny. Just offensive. I like offending people, but not my audience. Call me a snoot, snob or pansy-ass excuse for a writer - whatever helps you sleep at night. Fact of the matter is, I happen to like making fun of those less fortunate and less mentally endowed and enlightened. It's the type of humor we ought to aspire to. The people I make fun of ought to be ashamed of their lifestyle choices. By making fun of them, it sends a very clear message of disapproval. Dissent is a necessary form of being. If you can't openly disagree with people, then what's the point of living in a free country.

Whoa. This is turning into an inspired rant really fast. The words are spewing into the computer faster than I can edit them out.

I must stop. I've already offended myself.

Political Motivation Machine: Gregsta'

Late to the Party

Tonight we have 2 birthdays to attend.

I wish that we could have a Once-a-Year Birthday blowout where we celebrate everyone's birthday in one big party. Kind of like Christmas, but for People. The problem is that when you have as many freaking relatives and friends as Bets' and I do, it can be overwhelming.

In other news. This is my last day in the office for a week. Holy crap. A week off? I haven't planned a thing. I've been so tired and lazy when I get off work that I haven't put forth a single effort to get my vacation lined out. Perhaps its better that way. We're going to the beach and have no plans. We'll figure it out when we get there.

Off to lunch soon.

Gregsta'

My Mom Reads This

The whole family is here in town this week. Just had dinner with everyone here at the house.

Gotta run. Listening to lil' bro's music.

Gregsta'

Why I'm a Sucker

I'm an addict.

I admit it.

There are things that even I can't explain.

My lust for Burritos is one.

I can't get enough.

There's a burrito stand on every corner.

The Queso, Pastor and Guac.

They're all my friends.

Fattening friends.

I must go now.

Lunch sits before me.

Wrapped in a flour tortilla.


Poetically,
Gregsta'

Need... More... Time... Off...

(Editors Note: If it seems like Gregster does an inordinate amount of complaining on this site, you would be correct. We can't get him to give us any good material to put up here.)

Dear Ma Nature,

You're a bitch. I like starting my letters off with the direct method. Get used to it.

The last 3 weekends have been shit weather compared to that of the weeks. Did it ever occour to you that perhaps those of us who work our asses off in the confines of buildings day in and day out might enjoy a some decent weather on the weekend? Pull your head out of your fat ass and start showering us with some damn sun on the weekend instead of rain. I know you probably think it's real fucking funny.

News Flash: It ain't funny.

Go ahead, keep it up. The people of this world are already depressed enough. With this kind of weather, you may be planting the seeds for World War 3. Think about it, hippy-freak.

In the meantime, I'm going to chug as many water bottles as I can and pitch them into endangered animal habitats. This will continue until you bring us some decent weather over a weekend.

Pissingly,
Gregster

Organization: Impossible

Spring Cleaning has turned into Early Summer cleaning. I'm typically late to the game like that.

I've purchased a number of organizational tubs, drawers and labeling materials. The problem with organizing a garage, office or kitchen is that one can get overwhelmed with the amount of crap that's stored within its confines. Case in point: My garage has enough tools, fasteners, wires and other doo-dads to assemble just about any contraption that you can dream of. Trying to organize all those little parts and tools into logical groupings seems as futile as teaching a fish to walk. Does the sand paper go with the sander or in the "abrasives" drawer. Should the nuts go with the bolts or in separate containers? Going mad: I am.

The good news here is that things are getting thrown out, recycled and sold in rapid succession. Now I just need to find a new home for this giant color laser printer that needs work. Free Geek anyone?

As I delve deeper into this pit of disorganization and despair, I realize that I'm not alone in this world. There are plenty of other men who slacked off when they were single and didn't organize anything, and now that we have women living with us, organization isn't merely an option - it's a requirement. Face it, women and men have lots of things. Your "organization" system from your bachelor days (which didn't really work, did it?) no longer passes the acid test. You can't expect your girl to find something by having you show her where it is everytime (which really equates to you having to find it).

Off to breakfast...

Org-ingly,
Gregsta'

Update

Nothing new to report here. It's Saturday. I don't have to go into work. I'm not hung over.

Updatingly,
Gregster

I used to be funny

I was reading old blog posts last night and reading some of them to Betsy: The International Slacker, Random Post Titles, Rants and Top 10 Lists

It was all amazingly well written material. Now, I tend to write short and even less meaningful and thoughtless material. This post shall be no exception.

Tormentingly,
Gregsta' Gmo' All-Spice Mac'n'Cheese

Rollin'

I feel like a schmuck.

My co-worker rode his bike 16 miles in today from Sunnyside.

I bitched about how bad traffic was and how it took forever to get in this morning.

Do I get the Douchebag award? I do? Great. That's not going on my resume.

Insensitively,
Gregsta'

Tire

Back in the day, it was easy to stay out late and drink. I would just come into work late the next day. There were few around the office that cared if I was in at 8:30 or 10:30.

Now, I'm up at 7:00am, regardless if I went to bed at a decent hour or if I was drinking until midnight. I have employees, a girlfriend and responsibilities now.

Note to self: Weeknight drinking must end by 8:00, and I must be asleep no later than 9:00.

I can't nap or I won't sleep right tonight.

Wuss: I am.

Gregsta'

Yawn

Awake: 6:00AM
Showered: 6:55AM
In the Car: 7:00AM
At Work: 7:35AM
First Meeting: 9:00AM
Now: 10:22AM
Coffee: 2nd Cup
Suck Factor: High

Gregsta'

Corruption at every turn.

Research tends to bum me out. Particularly when researching the realities of things turn up complex schemes that screw people over.

Case in point: I was curious about Student Loans , as Bets' is getting ready to go to school. Holy Shit. These things are nasty. Defaulting on them bypasses nearly all of the bankruptcy and consumer protection that have been put in place to protect people. Albert Lord of Sallie Mae, I hope you can sleep at night with the guilt of knowning you are directly responsible for victimizing good intentioned people just seeking a college education.

Needless to say - I think I may have convinced Bets' to not take those student loans and look to some other financing options that are fair and have reasonable terms. For those that don't know - she's about to embark on getting trained in Medical Assisting. Yay!

Educatingly,
Gregsta'

Dike Access

While walking down the street in Seattle this afternoon, my Network Engineer pointed out a bar across the street with a bunch of large, burly motorcycles in front of it. I spotted, just a few feet in front of us, on the opposite side of the street - this rather miniscule motor scooter.

"Hey, this guy was embarassed, so he parked on the other side of the street" I quipped.

Just then, not more than a few feet behind us, we heard a raspy voice belt out:

"She's not embarassed, asshole."

We turned. Turns out "He" was a "She". A very, um, burly looking "she". Did I mention she was holding a motorcycle helmet that matched the colors of that mini-motor bike in front of us?

Not wanting to offend any further, I replied with a very Johnny Dep as Jack Sparrow'ish way: "I was only joking". That didn't go over as well as I had hoped. A sneer was shot back that would start a fight in the biker bar across the street.

If that had happened in Portland, the mini-scooter lesbo would have either said nothing or said something fun like "Hahaha. Yeah, I didn't want those guys to feel insecure."

Seattle: Bite me.

Word: Joe, Sarah, Chels', and the whole Putt's crew.

Gregsta'

Manic Tuesday?

Funny thing, careers. Just when you've mastered your domain and become one with the process, you learn something new that changes everything. Perhaps I'm on my own with this repetitive discovery, but I have a hunch that's not the case.

My role as a politician at work has continued to put me on the defense/offence more than I had previously wagered for. Rather than spending my days toiling away with the minutia of running my department, I'm finding myself now developing and selling what we're going to be working on to the Execs. Is it a pretty job? Hardly. There are days when I wonder to myself how the Exec on the other side of the table can handle the load - so many big picture decisions throughout the day. Perhaps they're used to it.

I can say I aspire to understand their methods, for I will be in their place in the not-so-distant future. I will do things a little differently when I'm king, but not much.

Rather than drag my tired ass into work at the normal hour this morning, I have opted to stay home until about 9:30 and work on things. This blog is one of them. I stayed out late last night, drinking with Sarah, Joe, Streeter, Kyle and Bryan. Good times. It was just what I needed, though, in hindsight, I may have been better off finding alternate means to get home. 3 mixed drinks hits me more than it used to.

Time to root through all that blasted email that I get every day. Since I turned off my notification dinger and little icon that pops up in the tray, I find that I can get a lot more done. It's a fantastic sort of thing. I do feel bad for my Helpdesk Tech - he's got to watch it like a hawk to make sure we respond to people quickly. He's good at it, fortunately. So far, my crass mood hasn't rubbed off on him. I'm working hard to change my perception about things and become cheery and decisive, rather than down on things and procastinative.

Lots' o' love Puddle Town.
Gregsta'

Substantial Completion

We managed to complete the office remodel yesterday. Yay! Now we can start buying furniture to put in there! I might have to sell some drugs to pay for our Ikea trip next weekend. :)

In other news, I'm tired as can be. Pictures of the completed office soon to follow.

Remodelingly,
Gregsta'