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16 June 2006
keep me entertained I'm really bored. Tell me something interesting.
I just got an email from a friend that (paraphrased) went something like:
"So when I left you last night, I ran into my coke dealer and thought "what the hell" so I'm out of cash. Then I apparently dialed my ex 5 times and begged him to come back, at least that's what the messages on my phone today tell me. I don't remember that because of all the beer we drank and I also think I took a couple of ambien. My landlord said he'll hold the eviction notice off a couple of weeks so hopefully I can drum up some work. In the meantime, I don't think the antibiotics are working".
I have toned it down slightly, but it still sounds like something out of a fake AskMe thread even though I swear it's true.
I am interviewing my potential replacement today. Sadly I don't get any one-on-one time with the candidate. But it's a weird position I don't think I've ever been in before, I hold a large amount of power, but have almost no investment in the process.
Capn, I too had that power when I left my job in Florida. My boss was silly enough to listen to my suggestion, which was to hire one of our employee's uncle. My boss listened to me because I'd seen him at his former job, my roommate had worked for him. What I didn't tell her is that the dude had a major drug problem, his wife had just left him, his house had been destroyed in the hurricane and the hotel room wasn't being covered by insurance anymore. All these factors lead to a major meltdown, and the dude was freaking bonkers. But I figured, why not give the man a leg up when he's in need? Also, his nephew, my employee, was my drinking buddy.
Vegetarian haggis is the most contradictory thing I've heard of. What was the rationale in that brainstorm session "see, vegetarians are denied the delicious flavor of sheep organs, lets recreate the taste but make it out of soy and shit."
'pode, I have a few friends like that and I find it really difficult to not get wrapped up in the stress and negativity that the hardcore party scenesters tend to carry around with them. I've certainly have received calls like that before - and worse!
And Capn, (this is really a response to your "thoughts" link) the vegetarian Buddhist Rolls at Doyer's (Vietnam) Restaurant in Manhattan are so good I could eat them breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the rest of my life. Even with mouthwatering Caramel Pork on the same menu!
I murdered a grand styrofoam container of caramel pork and satay watercress (the new new secret shit from Doyers) yesterday. Even thought it put me over budget. I've converted several other office mates to it as well. If only peace and good will had the same delicious flavor as caramel pork with black pepper, we'd be living in harmony right now!
Today on the way to work, a fight broke out between two distinguished gentlemen that looked more like a cross between an epileptic seizure and a pigeon dance. Evidently they were sparring over a woman, who watched the fight and ululated mightily over the injustice of it all. (She was wrapped in a tatty blue blanket and had no shoes.)
The bus arrived. On board there was Schizoid Commentator Man, who rides along and makes sotto voce comments about how the bus driver is in league with the government. This was punctuated by the hissing whine of a woman sitting behind me who chose to inaugurate her new Ipod with some blistering speedmetal.
I ask you, what good are fucking headphones if you can still hear what the person wearing them is listening to on a crowded bus with Schizoid Commentator Man?
The watercress dish? That's the one me and mr. g tried to order repeatedly when we were all there that time. And they never fucking well brought it. Crying shame.
What I mean is, that if the gods don't feed their heavenly dogs better than they do earthly humans, then they ain't much worth worshipping, as far as I can see. I mean, if a dog is a man's best friend, then a god-dog is a god's best friend, and eats accordingly. Like Enkidu.
Well, not really like Enkidu, but dammit, oh, forget it. Caramel pork is great. That watercress kicks ass. And there's some taro root dishes that make me swoon.
And the iced tea with fresh lemon will jack you up for good.
Uh, I have to be careful here, I think, since he's the famous one, not me. Though he's not as famous for acting as for writing. That's a pretty broad hint, and I'm gonna kick myself for it. If you figure his name out, please don't post it here.
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