Sunday (literal) Rundown

Thursday night, the Tripod (Lizzie, WhittyWoo & I) made an appearance at Davey's Uptown. In part to celebrate the job offer I received (and accepted) but also because we were invited by Ben. Ben is a member of The KC Pimp and he invited us there to enjoy a funky (11 member) jazz band. The music was great, dancing and grooving to the 5 horns, 2 drums, keyboard, guitar, bass and huge beaded noise maker thingie was good times. And mad props to that old, old black guy with half a set of teeth and a walking cane for getting all us whities to get our groove on.

Ben wasn't even a special kind of crazy/weird. At least that is what I thought. His eyes were a little buggy and toward the end of the night, was dancing a little too close for comfort. I lied when I said I'd call him sometime.

Seeing how underwhelming (either way) this meeting was, I wasn't even going to mention it. Until he chased us down Sunday afternoon. LITERALLY.

The 3 of us were doing some window shopping in our neighborhood shops and boutiques and had just popped into a local card and gift shop. I was busy looking at the coFFee staiN card collection when I hear someone walk in and say "THERE you girls are."

I look up and see Ben all sweaty and out of breath. WTF? WhereTF? HowTF? WhyTF?

Liz and Whitney start the small talk, thankfully, since I am still looking at him in disbelief that he chased us down the road on his bicycle and followed us into the store. Upon interrogation he admits to being in the neighborhood since we spoke so highly of it. Um, weird dude. That is actually a form of stalking. I don't do jack to keep a conversation flowing, hoping he'd get the hint and leave. He doesn't.

He finally leaves and the store owner asks if we know that guy. Groaning "yes"es, we admit to it and she responds that she's seen that guy around from time to time and he is weird. Liz asks if we're going to talk about what just happened and I told her, just like the giant zit on my forehead; we are ignoring it.

Sick And The City

Why it is awesome to live alone:
1. You KNOW who made the mess in the kitchen
2. Never arguing over who's turn it is to take out the trash
3. Morning Farts
4. The remote is always yours, all the time
5. No sharing of closet space
6. Sleeping diagonally


Why it is not awesome to live alone:
1. No one to take care of you when you're sick*


I've long been telling people that my immunity system is about as strong as a single ply Kleenex. And I am not exaggerating. Once again I find myself a victim of my head and chest congestion. I am going to dig in my cupboard and see if I have any chicken noodle soup, take a nap, and then try to muster up the energy to microwave it.


*Don't get me wrong, the last person I lived with didn't take care of me when I was sick, but at least I had someone that would bring me tissues if I begged them long enough. And for the most part, I knew it was him that made that mess in the kitchen.

Prank Pennies

I let Molly, a co-worker, borrow 60 cents for a Coke. I told her it wasn't a big deal about paying me back. However, since she is cool and funny, I would sometimes give her shit about paying me back. I even created a fake email account "YouOweMe60Cents" with the name "Soda Pop" and would send her harassing emails.

This all stopped when I came in one morning and saw my desk had sprouted freckles. Upon closer inspection, I realized that they were pennies. 60 of them. Numbered with a Sharpie to ensure an exact count. And while the majority of them were scattered on my desk surface, there were some that were hidden. A few of my favorite spots were: under the hand set of my phone, in-between papers in my "out" box and in the tape dispenser.

Good times, Molly, good times. I will miss you when I leave.

Please ignore the giant thermos (for coffee I bring in form home since the scalding hot brown water here just doesn't cut it) and my applesauce. No, I am not a toddler, but I do love me some applesauce.

Bottoms Up

In celebration of my phone interview going well and the subsequent in person interview that was scheduled, Athena and I did a few shots of Vodka tonight. This may seem like no big deal to most of you. I, however, have been choosing the dry road lately (no fear, I'm not insane... there is a bikini I have to fit into by July). I've always been a cheap drunk, which is rather convenient since this leaves more money for shoes and clothes. So needless to say the TWO (2) shots that I [expertly] threw down the hatch did the trick. I'm so sleepy now.

Nily - I know I have been neglecting the blog... which means you have no entertainment at work. It isn't like there is actually testing that needs to go on in the city's water lab, so I understand that I am failing you as a little sister.

Oh, and today I had to attend some "change control" task force meeting where my sole responsibility is to warm the chair closest to the window. I did chime in today and I felt like that one guy from the FedEx commercial a few years back where he made one contribution ("Hey, why don't we use FedEx for all our shipping needs") and that was the apex of his professional career. My gem?

"We need to come away from this with more than an idea, we actually have to do something."

Apparently this was news to the team because they all thought it was a great point.

Maybe it isn't the vodka making my head hurt...

Call-In Post

My job hunting took up most of the day. Though I did find time to eek out a poem for my preggers (x3) friend, Shannan. She took the liberty of posting it on her blog. Check it out!

http://chicfreakcubed.vox.com/library/post/awwwww-for-me.html

Mad. Prose. Skillz.

By the way, I just applied for a job heavy on Technical Writing. Me thinks I should include this for my writing samples.