Monday Madness (or lack thereof)

After spending the remnants of the previous night watching an Indian movie (No Entry - it's HILARIOUS), I crashed at 5 and woke up at noon hour. Did the whole Internet thing for an hour, bathed, fashioned my facial hair as best I could (I'm starting to like the stubble moustache), and managed to watch and listen to the previous night's downloads. At about 3:30 PM, headed out to work, rocking the Pakistan cricket shirt, circa 1999 World Cup (the one I love to hate, and hate to love!).

Got down to the R.C., and promplty decided to drop a few on my trademark hot dog from the elderly Polish dude. He commented on my "Pepsi" shirt (Pepsi sponsors the Pakistan team), and thought I was being a shill for pepsi. Let's just say my explanation of national pride was incomprehensible to him, as he still deemed it a pepsi shirt. GRRRRRRR!

Entered the workplace, and as always, gave shout outs to my peeps, so basically everyone! Indulged in interesting, yet forgettable conversation (sorry, I've forgotten), and had Mr. Johnny Mac start our meeting. Nothing out of the ordinary, and when the typical line "Any questions?" came out, I thought I'd kinda kid around and ask something which would get a laugh and educate me on something I genuinely didn't know. Too bad I was stupid enough NOT to know what a Molotov cocktail was! I suppose that's what I get from reading a book on soccer hooligans (When Soccer Explains the World = great read).

Did my chilling, and finally went upstairs to say hello to any newly arriving peeps. Avoided Scott M. , as he's hell bent on stapling my hand for reasons unknown :P , and found a better, but still sore-throated L.A. working within close vicinity of my hood/corner/inside window. In attempt to be kind, yet subtle (I didn't want this taken the wrong way!), I managed to hand off a few of my trademark sore throat fighting supplies I picked up earlier: Salt and Vinegar chips, and a pack of Halls Extra strength (the British imported, strong as f*ck ones!). I'm assuming my gesture was appreciated, but I suppose the true results will come into fruition tomorrow, when the combination of salt, and sore throat ass-whupping halls kick in.

It was a dead day at the windows. Only one sale for 28 bucks today, and a season ticket transfer credit request. Along with that were the usual Gameday/Unused tickets. This was GOOD though, as it allowed me to converse as I do best, WITHOUT distractions ;P About 5 people from upstairs in the groups office showed up. I gabbed with Travis about how to use the "gun" technique to shoot rubber bands, watched Nicola learn to make paper airplanes, and learned more about J-League football from Koji. Good times was had by all.

Once the game had started and a good majority of co-workers had jetted home, I mozied on over to the other end to chat with the superExtraFantastique supervisors, J-Mic and Scooter (a.k.a. Jason and Scott). We ended up gabbing on all things from Oprah, Hurricane Katrina, Oprah being lame for using Hurricane Katrina as fodder for her show, and other topics with little or no connection to each other. And oh yes, we determined that the sickest things you could do for $1 billion would be to either eat a baby alive, or have sex with a 7 year old. How someone could even THINK of these things, I have no idea.

Game ended at around 10:30, where of course we found our team on the losing end of the stick. F'n Miguel Batista blew a 4-3 lead in the bottom of the 9th by first loading the bases and then serving up a grand slam to have us lose 7-4. If the game actually meant something, I might perhaps have thrown a chair, but one F-bomb is enough for today!

Got home, ate, watched an episode of 24, and am now doing this.....that's all for today, I'm off to watch something else from my new stash of pirate treasure (I'm thinking the screener copy of the debut of Everbody Hates Chris would be wicked!)

L8er Gators!