What I’ve Been Doing for the Past Week (Or, a Really Long Post About Nothing)
I really hadn’t meant to be gone for so very long. And by “gone,” of course I mean not being an Internet slave / attention-whore. I really was busy, I promise. Still am quite busy, actually. What, you don’t believe me? Rock on:
- Things have been less-than-relaxing at work lately. At least my boss can look at my timesheet, see that I’m only marginally above my billable goal, and know that I haven’t been blogging my days away. It’s cool, though, because I get to say stuff like this to my coworkers: “Well, I think the professional CD is next, and then dolphin. As for reports, I’ve started working on college and Cleveland. College is actually ready to go out, now. Is that ISRP still on hold?"* Wouldn’t that make YOUR day? I thought so.
- I’ll confess that a lot of that non-billable time may or may not be related to the World Cup. Which, in my unofficial role as bookie, I’m organizing a pool for. I’d been talking to one of my coworkers and a couple friends about doing some small “pool,” but when I emailed some other coworkers about their interest, it blew right. the fuck. UP. Seriously, I had no idea these guys were soccer fans. Or played on soccer teams. And they, in turn, had no idea I knew what soccer was. This speaks volumes about my relationship with most of my coworkers. Even still, I think people would really be sad if I got fired, or left the company suddenly. For that reason, I think I should add “Bookie” as part of my official title on my resume. If I ever get around to updating that motherfucker.**
- In the final, decisive round over at (Double) Reverse Survivor, we were asked to write a 1,000-word (max) story about a feud. I was thinking a lot about it and resolved that I wouldn’t write anything else until I finished that. I thought about it for a week and a half and then wrote most of the story in 20 minutes. I think the final product was around 600 words. And many of those words are “naughty” and the plotline may or may not drift over several social boundaries.
- I’ve been watching Big Love pretty much alone this season, but I did corral Michelle into watching the finale with me. You know that part where Chloe Sevigny let her hair down and put on the stylish non-prairie-type dress? I knew exactly how Estella/Erin was gonna react to that.
- So, today, my mom and My Dad’s Second Wife went out for a late breakfast / brunch / lunch at Cracker (’s only) Barrel. Mom called to “report in” that she’d had an “interesting” time. And that MDSW wants to kick my dad to the curb (mostly deserved). And that she broke her treadmill, so working her way down to NFL-linebacker weight will be delayed until I can assist her in getting a new one.
* Caps not used so you can “hear” it without the giveaway emphasis.
** Please don’t fire me until I do. Thanks.
That’s gotta be weird for your mom..talking to her ex husband’s wife and hearing that she wants to leave him.
Mmm..Cracker Barrel…
Posted by teahouseblossom on 06/07 at 08:16 AMI seriously have to talk Randy into getting a second wife.
Or… a first. You know what I mean.
Posted by Erin on 06/07 at 02:43 PMErin, wouldn’t you be… Oh wait. N/M.
My dad’s second wife emailed me this really depressing note the week that they announced their divorce, and I wanted to be like, “Um that’s cool and all, but you’ve only been married like 3 years? So whatever?” but I just didn’t reply because saying “Whatever” is kind of rude, right?
Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.
Posted by styro on 06/07 at 03:43 PM
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