August 2005 Archives

The other day I was having a conversation with one of my various bosses. I was asked why I was in a self-proclaimed "bad mood" when I gave a presentation earlier. I work with this same person on a team, where we're all supposed to be equals. It has resulted (as little surprise to me) that this person is delegating more than collaborating (any positive number is greater than zero). I explained that my bad mood was due to this person as a team mate, since they weren't doing their part, just being a bad team member. After they laughed, said "I know" then changed the subject to something else (all in about as much time as it took you to read those actions), this person took another step towards boss infamy.

Generally somebody who prepares food should have a general appearance which doesn't distract from the food being prepared. There is a plethora of people who shouldn't prepare food for others. The food service business should have a certain dress code, hair code, fingernail code, or even a policy that addresses missing teeth in the front of somebody's mouth, because the guy who works in the cafeteria is starting to make them lose business.

Being a creature of habit, my lunch varies only ever so slightly. I usually try to take leftovers to work for my meals. If I don't have that, or a sandwich from home, then I'll usually force myself into buying something from the cafeteria. After an easy debate, I usually settle on the sandwich bar, and I have the worker make me what I started calling the "Whatever Sandwich". Whatever they feel like making, I feel like eating.

I'm not the biggest fan of the 80's. I think, in general, it was a decade of misguided crap. The music left much to be desired. There were obnoxious beats, the attempt at an introduction of electronic equipment into music (which eventually led us to much better music), a fashion sense that is worst than most participants of TLC's What Not to Wear. We've all seen, or know, somebody who is stuck in the 80's.

Having babies is not an easy thing to do. I am going by my wife's words because I am not in any position to say things like, "contractions feel like a cramp and a muscle flex at the same time." Or "it's just like a really big bowel movement!" I am only there for the moral support and encouragement. I take orders, and that's all right for me because I am the father and fathers don't have babies.

Let's be honest here - rarely do any one of us actually purchase something from some stores. We go in, check out the products, try some of them out, sit in the massage chairs, take a glance at the price, since we kind of like it, shake our heads at the price, and eventually hit the road. Since the stores rarely make a penny off of the majority of us that go in there, why not charge a dinky entrance fee?

Today I struck it rich. I'm not sure what I did to deserve it. I wasn't aware that I was entered into any sort of competition or contest. I'm glad that I got this amazing award. Never in a million years did I think that I would be "…always welcome in any gathering." I now have a lifetime pass into any gathering which might take place, thanks to the fortune cookie that I got with today's lunch.

I have no problem with red hair. Generally it is unique enough that it attracts the eye, and draws some extra interest. It's almost like you want, at one point in your life, to have a girl/boyfriend who has red hair, if for nothing else, than to be able to say that you've done it. It's kind of like somebody with a pierced tongue, but that's a separate article. The point of this one is that people with red hair generally fall into one of two major categories - Truly Ugly, or Very Attractive.