While I realise that I do not update as much as I "should" on this little site, I also realize that I lead a rather boring life; so if I did update on a daily basis my small following would be put into a coma of boredom. That being said, I want to share my story from yesterday regarding the building that I work in.
The Ames-Webster Mansion did not want to come back from the weekend. I don't know if it was just really tired, or if it was hungover or what; but it did not want to wake up. First off I was late to get to work; which if you have read my post "The hidden agenda of the brain prior to 8:30 in the morning" then you know that I like to be sitting at my desk and ready for the day at 8:30. By contract I am only required to be in the building by that time. What can I say, I am an over achiever. So yes, yesterday I was actually late, getting into the building at 8:43, SHAMEFUL I tell you... Anyway, I settle into my Monday morning groove: working on the agenda for the 9:30 meeting, answering the frantic Monday phone calls, and taking care of the weekend voice mails and emails. At around quarter past nine in the morning the CEO, who had just walked in, walked back out of his office and informed me that the phones were not working. This caught me off guard since I was just on the phone with the president and owner of the company. I test it out, and the CEO is right... we have no phones. Now I do not recall if I have shared the on-going struggle with the phone system in the building. It is insane, every other Monday the phones would go down for about an hour, when we thought that we had that fixed that, the hard drive for the phone system died. Before that there is a VERY long list of things that were wrong/went wrong with the phones (one time in July the phones were out for 4 days... FOUR days!). We have been/were in the process of switching service providers as well... But all you really need to know here is that the phones suck and went down about 15 minutes prior to our Monday morning meeting. The other lovely happening would be the elevator... It is old, very old. It has a gate instead of an actual door, so that should give you a clue. It also has a weight limit of 700 lbs., sounds like a decent weight limit I know; but throw a few good sized men in there and it WILL stop between floors. Well the elevator was stuck between floors for not reason yesterday. There was no one in it, it was just stuck. If you looked into the elevator door window, you could see the floor of the elevator above your eye level, the window is about 4' off the ground. the best part is that I had to wait for the phones to be fixed before anything with the elevator could happen because I couldn't call for a tech.
Everything was resolved eventually, we ended up switching phone providers a day early because of all the craziness; so with any luck I won't have to deal with that again. The elevator tech came and fixed the issue and called our elevator an "old piece of crap" in the process, which made me laugh to hear a tech say it. And I hope this made you laugh, though I am pretty sure that a lot of you are in a boredom induced coma right now.
P.S. Docta-Lady, how are you?! It has been forever! And I think that it would be awesome if you used that phrase on a regular basis.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Shark-ie
The boy and I went to a poker night last night.
We have been getting into poker over the last few months. It started with me browsing the channels one night and being so bored that I stopped on a poker tournament. Something in the boys head clicked that night, and though I went to bed, he stayed up til like 3 in the morning just immersed in the game. And it has been somewhere on a hill ever since; up or down, you choose... right now I am leaning towards up.
We tried hosting a poker party with our friends, but it did not really work out all that great. The mix was just off, either too much alcohol (which is my choice) or not enough forethought about who was coming and if they even knew how to play...
I managed to convince my step father to give me one of his poker tables and a set of chips; so when we do decide to host another poker party we look all legit. The boy bought a couple of poker simulating computer games and he has been studying up. I happen to have a poker game on my phone, so you can guess what I do on the T. Though in all seriousness I should finish the book that I am reading instead of playing... So it has kind of become our thing.
Two weeks ago, a guy in our small group emailed that he was going to be hosting a poker party and any that were interested could come and play... Well guess who RSVP'd.
The poker night was last night, and including the boy and myself, there were five people total at the party; four guys and me, the only girl. And they where all from church. I have to admit that at first I did not hold out much hope of the party being much fun because of that fact. I was wrong. The party was a blast! One of the guys was a middle school math teacher, and he was kind enough to teach us a few new games that were about ten tons of awesome in a one ton bag, I specially enjoyed crazy pineapple. With dealer rotation came game rotation, so that kept everyone on their toes. It was rather amusing though, because we would learn a new game, play it for a hand, and if it was too stressful for us to handle we would bring our heart rate back down with a good ole' game of Texas Hold'em. Who would have thought that a round of no limit poker was a stress relieving thing... So at the end of the night guess who brought home the pot... Any guess? Any at all? Nope not the math teacher, want to guess again? Nope not the boy, he actually bought back in after loosing all his chips. WAIT, you in the back. What did you say? Louder please and stand up so that everyone can hear. YES! Person in the back, you are correct, the girl won the night! I think that it surprised the heck out of my boy. I think that he thought that I was just humoring him with the watching of the WPT tournaments, not paying attention or something.
To be fair, I will admit that I was incredibly card lucky last night. I think that I caught something like 3 flushes, and a couple of straights, I had "big slick" (ace, king) on more than one occasion, and my fingers where like magnets for aces. What that means to people who do not speak poker, is that when I put a lot of money in the pot and someone called me on it, I had the cards to back it up.
So the house rules of last night were that the winner would take everyone else out to dinner. I have no problem with that, I just think that it might be more fun if I invited the guys over to our (the boy & I's) place, cooked them a yummy home cooked dinner, and had another poker night. I am going to email them, all this idea. What do all you in computer land think?
We have been getting into poker over the last few months. It started with me browsing the channels one night and being so bored that I stopped on a poker tournament. Something in the boys head clicked that night, and though I went to bed, he stayed up til like 3 in the morning just immersed in the game. And it has been somewhere on a hill ever since; up or down, you choose... right now I am leaning towards up.
We tried hosting a poker party with our friends, but it did not really work out all that great. The mix was just off, either too much alcohol (which is my choice) or not enough forethought about who was coming and if they even knew how to play...
I managed to convince my step father to give me one of his poker tables and a set of chips; so when we do decide to host another poker party we look all legit. The boy bought a couple of poker simulating computer games and he has been studying up. I happen to have a poker game on my phone, so you can guess what I do on the T. Though in all seriousness I should finish the book that I am reading instead of playing... So it has kind of become our thing.
Two weeks ago, a guy in our small group emailed that he was going to be hosting a poker party and any that were interested could come and play... Well guess who RSVP'd.
The poker night was last night, and including the boy and myself, there were five people total at the party; four guys and me, the only girl. And they where all from church. I have to admit that at first I did not hold out much hope of the party being much fun because of that fact. I was wrong. The party was a blast! One of the guys was a middle school math teacher, and he was kind enough to teach us a few new games that were about ten tons of awesome in a one ton bag, I specially enjoyed crazy pineapple. With dealer rotation came game rotation, so that kept everyone on their toes. It was rather amusing though, because we would learn a new game, play it for a hand, and if it was too stressful for us to handle we would bring our heart rate back down with a good ole' game of Texas Hold'em. Who would have thought that a round of no limit poker was a stress relieving thing... So at the end of the night guess who brought home the pot... Any guess? Any at all? Nope not the math teacher, want to guess again? Nope not the boy, he actually bought back in after loosing all his chips. WAIT, you in the back. What did you say? Louder please and stand up so that everyone can hear. YES! Person in the back, you are correct, the girl won the night! I think that it surprised the heck out of my boy. I think that he thought that I was just humoring him with the watching of the WPT tournaments, not paying attention or something.
To be fair, I will admit that I was incredibly card lucky last night. I think that I caught something like 3 flushes, and a couple of straights, I had "big slick" (ace, king) on more than one occasion, and my fingers where like magnets for aces. What that means to people who do not speak poker, is that when I put a lot of money in the pot and someone called me on it, I had the cards to back it up.
So the house rules of last night were that the winner would take everyone else out to dinner. I have no problem with that, I just think that it might be more fun if I invited the guys over to our (the boy & I's) place, cooked them a yummy home cooked dinner, and had another poker night. I am going to email them, all this idea. What do all you in computer land think?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Menagerie
PART ONE: Doppelganger
Dear Karatebon,
You have a doppelganger. Not just a twin, but someone who looks so much like you that it has happened on several occasions that I have tried to say something witty to this poor individual, in hopes that I would be starting a conversation with you; only to have her turn and look at me with a face full of confusion. When this happens I, of course, pretend as if nothing has transpired. The resemblance is really quite frightening. I normally see her on my way home, she gets on the green line at Arlington, and gets off at Park Street.
She has the same texture of hair, same color of hair, same color of eyes, same shape of face, same body type, the only thing that might be a little bit different is height; she may just be a tad bit shorter... 9 times out of 10 she is seated, so I have only come to this conclusion fairly recently. She even tends to wear things that you would wear. Yellow for instance, I see her in yellow often.
PART TWO: Crepe
On Saturday the boy and I had the classic dinner and a movie night. We went to see W., the Oliver Stone bio-pic of our current sitting president. It was a good film; by no means a great film. It was the dinner prior to the movie that was great.
We had stuffed crepes, and they were delicious. Mine was filled with pretentiousness. I figured that if I was going to have a crepe for dinner that I might as well have it live up to being as pompous as possible.
A crepe filled with brie, arugula, caramelized onions and portabella mushrooms... Ridiculous, but scrumptious.
Dear Karatebon,
You have a doppelganger. Not just a twin, but someone who looks so much like you that it has happened on several occasions that I have tried to say something witty to this poor individual, in hopes that I would be starting a conversation with you; only to have her turn and look at me with a face full of confusion. When this happens I, of course, pretend as if nothing has transpired. The resemblance is really quite frightening. I normally see her on my way home, she gets on the green line at Arlington, and gets off at Park Street.
She has the same texture of hair, same color of hair, same color of eyes, same shape of face, same body type, the only thing that might be a little bit different is height; she may just be a tad bit shorter... 9 times out of 10 she is seated, so I have only come to this conclusion fairly recently. She even tends to wear things that you would wear. Yellow for instance, I see her in yellow often.
PART TWO: Crepe
On Saturday the boy and I had the classic dinner and a movie night. We went to see W., the Oliver Stone bio-pic of our current sitting president. It was a good film; by no means a great film. It was the dinner prior to the movie that was great.
We had stuffed crepes, and they were delicious. Mine was filled with pretentiousness. I figured that if I was going to have a crepe for dinner that I might as well have it live up to being as pompous as possible.
A crepe filled with brie, arugula, caramelized onions and portabella mushrooms... Ridiculous, but scrumptious.
Monday, November 10, 2008
STICKERS!!!
Yesterday, my lovely boy brought me to Worcester to see my very first arena concert, NIN. It was a blast! Now I have to say that I am not the "type" that would ordinarily listen to NIN, but since meeting my boy I have acquired a taste for Mr. Trent Reznor.
The show was amazing, we had great seats; and yes I said seats. I was practically held captive by the shows lighting. There were three LCD screens that were about as big as the stage, that were curved. They were also interactive, which was AWESOME! If one of the members of the band got too close the lights on the screen would go out and you could see right through it... so. freakin'. awesome.
The show went on for quite sometime, which is fine because it was so cool to watch. One little qualm that I had was the fact that we had seats, and yet stood for easily 98% of the show. I would sit when my feet got tired but then about 45 seconds later would have to stand up because something totally amazing would be happening on the LC D's and I wouldn't want to miss it. So really it is my own fault about that qualm...
One of the best parts of the show came when we were walking back to the car...
Picture this:
Trent is in the spotlight and waves thank you to the crown. The lights come up and a sea of black shirted, brunette, white people swarm the exits of the arena. Out in the hallways the sea slowly forms into a river and it is flowing (albeit very slowly) to the exit doors, gently pooling around the merchandise table and the bathrooms. Once outside dozens of newly lit cigarettes can be seen in the night air, and my boy and I are making our way to the parking garage. The ramp of this garage is downward sloping, slightly curved, and if I were to guess about 80 to 100 yards long. The side walk of said ramp is quite small, it fits one person's width rather snugly. Boy in front myself following, we start the walk down. Acutely aware of the group of teenage girls behind us verbalizing their distaste with our chosen speed. They make the decision to walk in the road to get ahead of us. We do not slow our pace but continue at our rate. Nearly ahead of us, one of these girls reaches down and picks up a small bundle of what looks like index cards. This is where she shrieked; she shrieked as if she had just cut her finger and it was falling off her bone; she shrieked as if an unseen hand stabbed her in the kidney; she shrieked as if she finally came to the realization that her brand of unique was merely a run of the mill normal phase that she will outgrow in anywhere between 6 months and 2 years. She shrieked the word "STICKERS!". What she had found was a discarded stack of stickers from a local radio station, advertising the show that (collectively) we had just seen. Upon her shrill cry, her friends quickly followed suit in the same manner. Stifling chuckles, the boy and I continued on, trying to give off an 'unphased' vibe. She suddenly turns to the boy and without changing volume or octave wails "DO YOU WANT SOME STICKERS?!" my boy calmly replied that he was "just fine, thanks" and we watched her and her friends quickly speed to the entrance of the garage, but not before one of them (the calmer of the four) turned to us and stated that it was a good thing that she was driving tonight.
I never knew that useless stickers could give so much joy to the world...
So who would like a sticker? I know where you can get some really cheap...
The show was amazing, we had great seats; and yes I said seats. I was practically held captive by the shows lighting. There were three LCD screens that were about as big as the stage, that were curved. They were also interactive, which was AWESOME! If one of the members of the band got too close the lights on the screen would go out and you could see right through it... so. freakin'. awesome.
The show went on for quite sometime, which is fine because it was so cool to watch. One little qualm that I had was the fact that we had seats, and yet stood for easily 98% of the show. I would sit when my feet got tired but then about 45 seconds later would have to stand up because something totally amazing would be happening on the LC D's and I wouldn't want to miss it. So really it is my own fault about that qualm...
One of the best parts of the show came when we were walking back to the car...
Picture this:
Trent is in the spotlight and waves thank you to the crown. The lights come up and a sea of black shirted, brunette, white people swarm the exits of the arena. Out in the hallways the sea slowly forms into a river and it is flowing (albeit very slowly) to the exit doors, gently pooling around the merchandise table and the bathrooms. Once outside dozens of newly lit cigarettes can be seen in the night air, and my boy and I are making our way to the parking garage. The ramp of this garage is downward sloping, slightly curved, and if I were to guess about 80 to 100 yards long. The side walk of said ramp is quite small, it fits one person's width rather snugly. Boy in front myself following, we start the walk down. Acutely aware of the group of teenage girls behind us verbalizing their distaste with our chosen speed. They make the decision to walk in the road to get ahead of us. We do not slow our pace but continue at our rate. Nearly ahead of us, one of these girls reaches down and picks up a small bundle of what looks like index cards. This is where she shrieked; she shrieked as if she had just cut her finger and it was falling off her bone; she shrieked as if an unseen hand stabbed her in the kidney; she shrieked as if she finally came to the realization that her brand of unique was merely a run of the mill normal phase that she will outgrow in anywhere between 6 months and 2 years. She shrieked the word "STICKERS!". What she had found was a discarded stack of stickers from a local radio station, advertising the show that (collectively) we had just seen. Upon her shrill cry, her friends quickly followed suit in the same manner. Stifling chuckles, the boy and I continued on, trying to give off an 'unphased' vibe. She suddenly turns to the boy and without changing volume or octave wails "DO YOU WANT SOME STICKERS?!" my boy calmly replied that he was "just fine, thanks" and we watched her and her friends quickly speed to the entrance of the garage, but not before one of them (the calmer of the four) turned to us and stated that it was a good thing that she was driving tonight.
I never knew that useless stickers could give so much joy to the world...
So who would like a sticker? I know where you can get some really cheap...
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
It is fun to watch history being made
Like most of America I was glued to my TV last night watching the election. This is the first time in a long time that I have actually been interested in politics. The second that I got home from work I turned on the TV and just sat; when they announced that Obama had won Pennsylvania I knew that he had it. I stayed up long enough to watch his speech and then I had to go to bed, reluctantly. The commute to work this morning was fascinating; as one of our tenants put it "there is a palpable electricity in the air". It is just real damn exciting that's all.
So with that being said I present to you this little gem that I found on Giovanna Diaries.
So with that being said I present to you this little gem that I found on Giovanna Diaries.
| You Should Be Allowed to Vote |
 Generally speaking, you're very well informed. If you vote this election, you'll know exactly who (and what) you'll be voting for. You're likely to have strong opinions, and you have the facts to back them up. |
Should'>http://www.blogthings.com/shouldyoubeallowedtovotequiz/">Should You Be Allowed to Vote?
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