Wii…

Holy. Shit. This. Is. Addicting. C’est ta faute, Kristin. Vous n’auriez trouvé pas ce jeu dans cette nuit.

“Mario Party 8” (I’m not sure – should that be italicized? underlined? quoted?) is so lame – yet so addicting. Le sigh.

Meme…

For the first three people that reply to me and re-post this challenge, I will send you something.

It might be something I’ve made, or something cool from my hidden stash, it might be a mix CD, a book I think you will enjoy, or something else that is awesome. It just depends on whim and chemistry.

Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 365 days or less. (I will need your snail mail if you’re not local.)

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LiveJournal – cause it’s fun to give people stuff. At least as much fun as it is to get stuff.

When in the hell did golf turn into a cheering sport?

So, while getting cheesteak sandwiches at The Cheesesteak Factory at the corner of Sierra College and Douglas, I was watching whatever golf tournament is being broadcast on TNT. And the fans were cheering. Not just polite applause, but frickin’ yelling, cheering, hooting, screaming. It sounded like a football game out there.

WTF? I know I mock the “Quiet Please” at times, but still…golf requires some concentration.

Is this just another symbol of the decay of modern society?

That was a pleasant surprise

So yesterday, just as Cheri and I are about ready to go to Targé and the Animal Nutrition Center, my cell phone rings. It’s the president of the company. And he asks if I have any lunch plans.

“No.”

“Well, you do now. We’re (he and our sales VP) at the <name of facility where our backup data center is>, so we’re in the neighborhood1. We’ll be there in 15 minutes.”

Oh. Holy. Crap.

Front of house is somewhat of a mess. I’m in full telecommuting uniform. PANIC!!!11!!!ONE!!!

On top of this, and I didn’t post it at the time…a couple of weeks ago, in an incredibly spectacular gaffe, I posted what was supposed to be a private note to a person to a mailing list. One that is read by fellow employees. In it, I expressed some gripes (without naming names) and also inquired if he had a position (I’d sent him a résumé during my unemployment). One thing was that I have never mentioned my employer’s name in public on mailing lists.

Oh boy. I immediately tried to call the president of the company, and got instead his wife, who is a VP. I laid everything out on the line, and I was ready to fall on my own sword if necessary. But they took it surprisingly well. I spoke with the president of the company, and he said not to worry. We also had a long chat about a couple of things about my co-worker who was giving me grief (lots of communications issues), and it helped me understand some behaviors, plus a joke he made (which I commented upon earlier in my journal). I got a “don’t do that again”, but it wasn’t a severe admonishment. (This topped a few days of a string of really bad things that I haven’t talked about, and probably won’t for quite a while.)

Of course, no one can ever be 100% sure.

All went well. We even joked about it a bit. We had lunch at Mel’s Diner. And I must say it was really nice of them to come visit me since they were in the area

In other news, at some recent point I made my 1000th journal entry. Does anyone know how I can figure out which one it was?

[1]-In North Natomas, where Natomas is Spanish for “flooding”2.
[2]-Just kidding; it’s a local joke because Natomas is an area protected completely by levees, and if one ever breaches…