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24 October 2006

I'm at work. I wish I was at my bar.→[More:] Then I could be watching sports and listening to music with a bunch of old barflies, instead of dealing with smelly people on a rerouted 1 train that I had to ride all the way to Chambers Street and then back up to Houston, because of fucking train stalled on the fucking tracks just so I can come here and type data that nobody will ever read into a faulty system. (We're also supposed to start using new software, but they haven't managed to make it work in a demo to train everyone. Me and Kevin used it two months ago, it's an adventure in tedium). If I can't be at my bar, I'd like to be on my couch in my bathrobe watching TV, mechatting and sipping some Old Engine Oil reserve.

Make it so.

post by: jonmc at: 08:40 | 30 comments

I wish I was at your bar, too. Although I can't complain. The only thing I'd like to change at the moment is to add some salt to this vegetable beef soup I made yesterday and am having for breakfast. Ok and maybe have some clients beat my door down and/or ring my phone off the hook.

That help?

posted by chewatadistance 24 October | 08:57

i hate my job. i'm so bored.

i woke up this morning dreading the day, picturing the whole pending eight hours as a flat, grey burnt-out landscape, post-holocaust horizon, ashes of boredom raining down from a sunless, cloudless, eternal bleached sky.

posted by shane 24 October | 09:00

I hate your job, too, shane. and I don't even know what it is. Let's go on a naked shooting spree. With rubber bands.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 09:09

Poetic and extremely depressing, shane. Damn.

I just want some chai.

posted by iconomy 24 October | 09:11

chai, naked shooting spree, rubber bands...

LET'S GO!

TEAM NAKED CHAI RUBBER BAND SHOOTING SPREE!

...at jonmc's favorite bar.

posted by shane 24 October | 09:15

With nachos.

posted by iconomy 24 October | 09:16

I wish I was at my bar.
posted by: jonmc at: 08:40

It can be difficult making the transition from worrying about when the bar closes, to worrying about when it opens.

posted by StickyCarpet 24 October | 09:23

I'm at home drinking some Little Creatures Bright Ale.

What do I have to click on to send some of that goodness to you?

(I was earlier at work, so I'd commiserate, except work was good too. Please don't hate me).

On preview, get your face out of the nachos, iconomy, I can't hear you properly.

posted by GeckoDundee 24 October | 09:24

glrghmmmm

posted by iconomy 24 October | 09:33

TEAM NAKED CHAI RUBBER BAND SHOOTING SPREE!

...at jonmc's favorite bar.

trust me, with the exception of yours truly, the crew at the Remote is the last bunch of people you wanna see unclothed. I know of which I speak...

posted by jonmc 24 October | 09:33

One vote for seeing Chad naked here.

posted by iconomy 24 October | 09:36

Today's "FORGOTTEN ENGLISH" calendar entry says:

Feast Day of St. Elfeda,
who in the tenth century was miraculously able to provide many gallons of breakfast beer for the travelling Saxon King Athelstan and his entourage from her lightly stocked cellar. [She was made a saint for promoting alcoholism amongst the royalty? -shane] The English royalty maintained its vast appetite for beer over the centuries, as Frederick Hackwood's Inns, Ales, and Drinking Customs of Old England (1909) noted: "In old England, ale and bread continued to be the chief items, even of the royal breakfast. The quantity of ale consumed by ladies at breakfast was considerable, for in the reign of Henry VIII the maids-of-honour were allowed for breakfast, 'one chete loafe, one manchet, two gallons of ale, and a pitcher of wine.' We may read of a certain Lady Lucy, who made a mighty tonic of the national brew. Her breakfast was, 'a chine of beef, a loaf, and a gallon of ale; and for her pillow-meal, a posset porridge, a generous cut of mutton, a loaf, and a gallon of ale.' "

I'm thirsty now.

No, wait, that was last Saturday's entry.

No, I haven't been drinking.

posted by shane 24 October | 09:38

One vote for seeing Chad naked here.

Chad's a sanitation worker. You may want him to shower first.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 09:41

I don't want to do body shots off of him, I just want to see him without clothes on.

posted by iconomy 24 October | 09:46

I hate your job, too, shane. and I don't even know what it is.

what do i currently do? and, no, i didn't even get to make those sign proposal graphics.

note the Outlook reminder ;-)

okay, back to you, jon. i don't want to hog all the cubicle-misery.

posted by shane 24 October | 09:50

You've got some sour cream on your nose.

posted by GeckoDundee 24 October | 09:50

ico, my boss pete (who's gay) saw Chad's pic and expressed similar sentiments. I advised him not to get any ideas unless he wanted a trashcan upside the head. But what people are attracted to has always baffled me.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 09:53

shane, I love that reminder, and trust me, your job can't be as dull as mine.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 09:54

Wait. That Western Union sign is the only difference?

Hmm. No, wait. Actually, it ruins the whole neighbourhood. Can it.

(See. It's easy).

Just kidding. Hey, my work sucks sometimes too.

posted by GeckoDundee 24 October | 09:54

I hear you, man! I'd rather be chillin in my boxers with a Cerveza Presidente, a Cubano sandwich and a joint.
Having to stay here at Dumb Co. after quittin' hours yesterday killed my whole mood.

I HAD PLANS DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!

Well, anyway, there's always after work, Johnny Mac. No?

posted by Joe Famous 24 October | 10:03

Yeah, I think Chad's kinda hot too.

I'm at work, although I've only been here for half an hour because I was messing around at home for way too long this morning. This week heralds the start of my miserable sold winter at my desk beside the window with the draft that they can't fix.

posted by gaspode 24 October | 10:06

I actually have a female friend in our age range (late 20s-mid 30's) who told me she thought Frankie was hot. People are weird.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 10:08

miserable sold winter

miserable COLD winter, dammit!

posted by gaspode 24 October | 10:16

also, I just rode the elevator with some chick in a miniskirt barely wider than my belt and knee-high white furry boots with leather straps all over. Aesthetic crimes continue apace.

posted by jonmc 24 October | 10:37

I like my job, in general, but I had a long involved dream about it last night, so I feel I've already put in my 8 hours! 8 more is pure cruelty.

posted by muddgirl 24 October | 10:47

I actually have a female friend in our age range (late 20s-mid 30's) who told me she thought Frankie was hot.

That was me, remember? But then again, I also have crushes on Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen, so there.

I hear your transportation pain, though. Today, my boyfriend and I wait about a half an hour for a NJ Transit bus to come by. Any bus, really. None came, and all the charter ones did, but that doesn't work for us since he's got a monthly pass and I have pre-paid trip tickets. So we waited outside in the cold, steadily getting colder. I just about to leave to go back to his place so I could work from home and wouldn't ya know it? The bus showed up and we had our choice of seats.

posted by TrishaLynn 24 October | 11:10

I'm sitting in a law school class, about a month and a half away from graduation. My professor decided to tell us horror stories about the life of a young associate today. He said that when he was at BIG FIRM, the only weekends he wasn't in the office on Saturday and Sunday were the weekends he was traveling on business. Now he owns his own firm...and he still works Saturdays and Sundays. I have this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach...

posted by pickles 24 October | 11:25

i woke up this morning dreading the day, picturing the whole pending eight hours as a flat, grey burnt-out landscape, post-holocaust horizon, ashes of boredom raining down from a sunless, cloudless, eternal bleached sky.

And that's why I quit my job in San Antonio (after being with the same company 15 1/2 years) and moved to Seattle. I could see that "vision" stretching out in front of me for the next 30 years. So, it was quit and move or shoot myself in the head (I lurrrve the reminder!).

posted by deborah 24 October | 11:54

I hear ya. It's been a stressful morning.

I'd like to just say I hate my job as well. I'm a web designer/developer, but I don't think a very good one. I just don't care anymore, and I think it's showing. I should do something about it before it becomes glaringly obvious.

Me and the other designer here have to redesign this thing called Perspectives. I don't have a fucking clue what to do. All my ideas are half-baked, and everytime I try to immerse myself in thinking about it to get ideas, that little guy says "this isn't important, this is a waste of time...check out MetaChat again..."

Fucking Perspectives man. I'm so over it. Why do we as humans put up with this shit?

Now I really need a drink.

posted by Hellbient 24 October | 12:15

And that's why I quit my job in San Antonio...

Hmm... Ideas, ideas...
;-)

posted by shane 24 October | 14:22

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