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Thursday, October 31, 2002
One more thing
Just wanted to express how bad it sucks that Jam Master Jay, the legendary DJ for Run D.M.C., was gunned down in a studio in Queens on 10/30/2002. Jeff and I shared a moment of stunned sadness when we heard that on the news this evening. Farewell to one of the Kings Of Rock, a true musical pioneer. R.I.P.
So tired
Just got back from hanging out with Jeff. We indulged in KFC, tetris, and NBA watching tonight. Good times. I guess everyone already knows I bought a black Vue on Monday. I absolutely love it, despite the fact that the stereo isn't as good as the one I left in my Saturn. So long, minidisc player. Anyhow, it's awesome to be the one who's way up high. I got to experience a wonderful feeling today. As I pulled up to a stop sign to turn right next to another car that was turning left...I didn't have to wait for that person to go due to not being able to see the oncoming traffic through their car! God, that was nice! So, for the first time ever, I decide to park in my work's parking garage. I did this because it was snowing on the way in. I walk in to work, and everyone's talking about how a fucking car was stolen out of our parking garage yesterday!!!!! This is exactly what I wanted to hear 2 days after buying a new car! Most of the rest of today was spent in employee stock options training. That was a joy. One more thing to cram in to my overcrowded brain. So, my house is experiencing it's every four year uneasiness due to the fact that my Dad's work hasn't come to terms with the union on a contract. The company is attempting to force their contract on the guys without it being ratified. Their contract would force my Dad to work 12 hour days, including graveyard shifts every other week. They are also trying to take health insurance away from the employee's spouses. This would leave my Mom with no insurance, and she is in great need of said insurance. I just need to say that this is pure evil. Busting his ass at a job for nearly thirty years, and this is the kind of thanks he gets. They can't even fucking strike, as we are a right to hire/right to fire state. Thank you Ronald Reagan, you fucking cunt. It's all about trying to bust up the union, and fistrape the labor. What makes the people pulling the strings in these companies so goddamn unscrupulous? That's about it. I'll be posting a pic of the SUV sometime soon. Music: "Celebration Of The Fourth" by Samael
Saturday, October 26, 2002
Hell Yes!!! And I only had to take the test once to get the right one:
Dylan, your theme song is Back in Black! You're a hard-core guy who knows what he wants and intends to get it. That's why your theme song is "Back in Black." Whether you're pumping iron, shooting pick-up hoops, or rounding up the boys for a night of havoc, AC/DC's metal classic is the perfect tune to get you fired up and blow your speakers out in the process. Your friends might think you're a little reckless sometimes, but you know where the limit is. If you're the loudest one in the room, or spill someone's drink with a fearless air guitar, it's nothing to be ashamed of. What's fun without a little mayhem thrown into the mix? So grab something leather, play drums on your desk, and yell at the moon. You've got some hell to raise and head banging to do. Let "Back in Black" accompany you to the edge and back. Thanks emode!
Monday, October 21, 2002
I am so lame
Yesterday, after viewing The Ring, I revealed my superstitions and obsessive compulsive behaviors to Lorene. I did this because I found my stomach in knots after realizing I had been driving around with my stereo volume set to 12. You see, I view the number 12 to be my unlucky number. I virtually never set my volume at 12, despite the fact that it is often the perfect volume to listen to a CD. Here's the really stupid part. When I set my clock radio in my room, for some reason the volume to wake up to has to be at 12! 'Rene already knew about my OCD. She just didn't know all the details. I feel the need to yank on each door handle in the house a minimum of 3 times when I'm checking the doors. The more yanks the better. I also have to pull with my thumb and index finger. If another finger touches the handle, I have to start over. Fortunately, I only feel that I have to check the doors before going to sleep, before showering and before leaving the house. If my folks are home, I don't feel that I have to check the back door. I had a behavior that I had as a child that I thankfully don't really do anymore. It's kind of difficult to explain, so I'm not going to go in to it. I'm convinced I'm a little insane. Did anyone have an imaginary friend, as a child? Well guess what mine was? A goddamn giant talking ant that walked upright!!! Oh well. At least my insanity is harmless to other people (generally). Music: "I Hear The Rain" by the Violent Femmes
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Mark your calendars
The Circle Jerks are a coming to town on November 8th. Every time I think those guys are gone for good, they come back from the dead. Allegedly, the Trans-Siberian Orchestra is playing on December 3rd at Symphony Hall (both Pollstar and the band's own website are reporting as such). However, I can't find any sites or locations selling tickets. If anyone knows anything about this one, please let me know.
Schedule all fucked up
I'm working a strange week this week, thanks to some training that I had to attend. I'm working Sunday, Monday, Thursday, and Friday (8 hours on all of them except for the Sunday I just worked). I'm taking a little PTO this weekend though. I'll have all day Saturday and Sunday off, which will be nice, since Monday will be a normal day off. However, I would normally have a 5 day weekend, but not this time. The training is hell. They put us in the training room and give us a workbook. We work through that, then we go out to our desks, get in to the training system, and the leads call our extensions. We are to answer as if we are taking a normal call. They then proceed to give us difficult trades that they want placed. We either have to place them correctly or decline the trade based on the situation. They gave us 15 calls each on Monday for stock trading. I was doing good up until number 12. Then I fucked up twice. I had never heard of a stock trade where you could put it in to execute at the closing price, so I turned a trade away. Apparently, there is a way for us to do that. Then, I had trouble explaining price to earnings ratio and yields, so I got docked my second point off for that. I have never had anyone call me and ask me that crap. Most people who want to know a stock's p/e ratio or yield already know what it means. I guess it was a good learning experience, but I still have 2 days left of it, and those will be for mutual funds, fixed income, and options (all products that I'm not real comfortable with, except I'm getting the hang of mutual funds). Yesterday, I woke up having slept in a bad position and it hurt like a motherfucker to turn my head either way. It ended up giving me a bastard of a headache, last night. I thought a chiropractor visit was imminent, but I woke up today with most of the pain gone. Can't believe I slept my lazy ass in til' 11:00. Ugh. Music: "Choices" by Civ
Sunday, October 13, 2002
How 'bout them Rams?
Might as well get that over with before Janet goes flappin' her gums. Surely that payback is due me after I made the same remark to her about the Lions a couple weeks back.
Saturday, October 05, 2002
First of all...
A very special thank you to the Baltimore Ravens for handing the dreaded Broncos their first loss of the season...and setting a record for the longest return in NFL history (108 yards off of a missed field goal). Hilarious! And I had a great little getaway with my kitten. The room at the Rainbow was wonderful, the food was great, and the company was perfect. I irritated her a bit, but we managed to still have a great time. We have a disagreement on the bedsheets. I can't sleep unless I am under them, and she can't stand being under them. So she lays down on top of them, and I head to bed and try to get under the sheets on which she is lying. She ends up having to get out of the bed so that I can get comfortable. She also thinks I'm a covers and bed space hog. We'll have to agree to disagree on that one. Friday concluded with an afternoon viewing of "Red Dragon", and a yummy dinner at the Kowloon. It was a good 3 days. I came in today and found out that I have a new boss. I'm very leery about him, as he came from a firm that was very cross-selling focused. I have no desire to cross-sell, and am frankly disappointed that I didn't get one of my leads who was promoted instead of this new guy. Instead, the lead will be going to the swing shift. Also, this week I'm going to have out of state bigwigs at our site. Oh, goodie. Okay, what you've all been waiting for. Here is the beginning of my 10 commandments of fast food restaurants. Feel free to add to them. #10. Thou shalt be too fucking stupid and incompetent to handle serving a breakfast item after 10:00am #9. Thou shalt always try to put the least intelligent employee at the cash register. #8. Thou shalt not give drive thru customers any napkins, utensils or sauce unless they plead for it. #7. Thou shalt make certain that the all toilets in the restroom have adequate amounts of urine and/or feces on the seat for the customer's enjoyment. (more to come soon)
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