Fact: I'm sitting in my chair at the office on my lunch break typing a blog.
It's the wonderful holiday season. Yep. Time to start buying (or in our case making) presents. Time to turn up the thermostat a few notches. Time to clean up finances for end-of-year.
I just got new glasses and I can see again. I didn't realize I've been blind the last 6 months. Ugh.
Gregsta: OUTTTTTA HERE!
I'm anticipating a crazy-busy Christmas season this year. We made the executive decision this week to prep for the Merry season early. We put up the lions share of decorations and our Christmas Tree(s) this weekend. All that's left now is some gift buying and the lights on the house. I may end up hiring out someone to put them up. Someone with a really fucking tall ladder.
Hung out with Gooch last night. Good times. Got a chance to wind down a little this weekend.
I'm trying to concoct something interesting and funny for my next blog entry. Keep your expectations low.
Gregsta'
Do you know what hell is like? I do.
You see, over the weekend, I was stricken with a bizare curse. A curse none other than The Stomach Flu.
Disturbing as it sounds, perhaps the worst part was my inability to fully enjoy the brunch put on by Betsy's family on Sunday.
I sit here now, in my home office trying to recover and keep communicating with the outside world.
Off to the store. Turkey day is coming and I must be prepared. Sick or not.
Gregsta: Gobbled
Up to my eyeballs in work. Fun.
Friday is tomorrow.
I haven't had much to write about, as my life is consumed with work at the moment. I didn't even have time to watch the football game on Monday. Needless to say, I DVR'd it and I haven't had the wherewithal to watch it. It was a big game. I don't know if I can sit through watching it recorded without feeling duped out of my opportunity to watch it live. It's like having to give your candy bar to your little brother, only to be compensated with a breath mint for your generosity.
Minty Freshingly,
Gregsta'
I can’t take credit for writing this. Bets’ wrote it and gave me the okay to post it:
Well the holiday season is upon us. I was in complete denial after going to Fred Meyer preceding Halloween and seeing the Christmas ornaments for sale. I saw the commercials creep up on us and accepted that as an early warning sign. But as I sat here at my desk pondering nothing out of sheer boredom, something red caught the corner of my eye. I intended to ignore it but an old familiar and irresistible scent was drawn to my nose. I turned my head to follow and this thing that I remember some time ago (12 months) was now in plain view.
Yes, it was a Starbuck’s cup.
A red, Christmas Starbucks cup. That‘s it folks. It‘s all over. They have there little red cups everywhere now spreading frenzy across the world.
Buy stuff, spend lots of money, use your credit card, drink more coffee out of the red Christmas Starbucks cups and get paranoid, maybe even have a heart attack because everyone knows that with that Starbucks Cup comes a donut or two, and it’s Christmas, why not, have another.
Let‘s celebrate the season by going to the Starbucks down the street and getting ourselves some overpriced coffee in a little red cup and eat some fattening lemon pound cake with it. Yeah, because that’s what Jesus did right?
I mean it only makes sense. Mary and Joseph were hyped up on caffeine. Joseph got paranoid because they couldn‘t find a place to stay and Mary had Jesus in the stable because the caffeine from that Starbucks coffee sent her into early delivery. Right.
Enough of the Starbucks people. I am looking in a garbage can full of red cups from, you got it, Starbucks. ‘Tis the season. Merry Starbucks everyone, and a Happy New Year.
Fortunately for me, it's a "Government Holiday". It also means I still have to show up to work and I don't get any "Holiday Pay".
Traffic levels were more like they were back in 2003 today. You know, now that I think of it – if we got rid of the government workers and bankers, we'd solve all of our transportation and ethical issues in this country. Damn I'm a genius!
Where's my Nobel prize…
Gregsta': Werkin'
I can’t believe it’s Friday.
I’m so happy.
I’m so behind.
I have the worst case of NADD that has ever gone unreported.
Gregsta’
Why is it that I’m compelled to spend my life in front of one of the following:
1. The Computer
2. The Stove
3. The Booze
Shouldn’t I be driven to go out and hit the pavement and do something, I don’t know – productive? I just can’t seem to get past this fear of productivity. If I show too much ambition, everyone will expect it out of me. I can’t have that. I need to be lazy wherever I feel like it without pressure to achieve.
So some girl tried to setup a Friendster account using my yahoo email address as the address it was registered to. I deleted it the first time it happened. The second time she created her Friendster account, I changed the profile to clearly point out to her friends that she doesn’t know her own email address. Oh, and I changed the password on the account.
Sometimes to communicate to oblivious people, I’m obliged to embarrass them.
Gregsta’
A real email that was sent around this evening at the office from a head-honcho:
Fellow Employees,
Over the last few months it has been difficult to understand what everyone’s arrival and departing times are at the office. Some seem to vary on a daily basis. A reminder for everyone that office hours are from 8:30 to 5:30. Flex hours are understandable at times, but if you are adjusting from these, please communicate to those you are working with. We work as a team and if a team member is missing, a client calling can get frustrated or they can’t contribute and be a resource for others. We are more creative as a team so, please communicate to others when you will not be in the office.
Thanks
Translation:
Recent Grads,
Just because you get assed at the bar on a Tuesday night doesn’t mean you can come into the office on Wednesday at Noon without anyone noticing. Please do whatever it takes – Alcoholics Anonymous, Hair of the Dog or “Sober-up Juice” – to ensure that you’re here on time.
And for God Sakes, don’t try to bail early so you can beat traffic out of downtown. We all have to suffer the incompetence of the city planners. Get used to it. If you don’t like it, can I suggest a job with a company that will stick you in a tiny cubicle and keep you chained to a time card system?
That’s what I thought.
Thanks
Translatingly,
Gregsta’