I'm (Comparatively) a Failure
On Saturday I watched the USA-Ghana game along with 5% of America (incredibly poor showing, really). When Benny Feilhaber was subbed in at halftime and they popped up his vital stats, I noticed that he was 25, 5’9”, and born in Brazil. Weird, I thought. I used to play on Beachside with a short Brazilian kid named Benny. And he was always the best kid on the field, by far. I got...
I never lie to guys. Wait actually that’s not true at all.– Female co-worker
Me: I thought that was a pocket square in your suit.
Officemate: Nope. It's a wet nap.
newenglander asked: how are you handling all of the lunchtime drinking? seems like a ton for you (4 drinks?!?!). where do you find time/space to nap in the afternoon?
The longest day of the year was, in fact, the longest day of the year. I got to enjoy all the extra sunlight by staying in the office until after dark. This blog may soon become a forum for my whining and little else.
Was the bathroom crowded? I hate the post-lunch crowd.
Today’s chant suggestions: “Clean the gulf”, “BP sucks”, and “Fuck BP”. Enjoy.
After my first 13 hour day
Me: What time did you end up leaving last night?
Officemate: Really? I walked out with you.
At my gym hiring a personal trainer gives you free license to leave your shit strewn all over multiple machines/workout areas. Even if you hire the 70 year old personal trainer who walks with a cane.