crime

Some piece of shit stole Sasha's purse yesterday.

Sasha is our office manager here at work. She is a very nice, sweet, wouldn't hurt anyone kind of person. It seems that while she was talking to me over in the lab yesterday. We were just chatting it up about the weekend, how much Best Buy sucks, etc.

While we were chatting, this fucker comes into the office, walks around to the back of her desk, takes her purse, and saunters out of the office. Naturally, no on notices this... Even Sasha didn't notice that her purse was missing until she gets a strange phone call...

Thank god we have caller ID here at work, and that she noticed that her caller ID said "payphone", which is totally strange since the last time I remember seeing a payphone was 1986. Anyway, the caller from "payphone" said that he was calling from her bank, and that someone had stolen her credit card and that he had it. All he needed was her PIN to verify that it was indeed Sasha. Yeah, right. What was this piece-of-shit thinking? Oh yeah, it was warm yesterday, quite warm. So I guess all the bank employees were outdoors, enjoying the weather making all their phone calls from nearby payphones. Anyway, this dude is quite ballsy to be calling the person he just stole this purse from and try to get more information from her.

The good news is that Sasha swiftly cancelled all of her credit cards, and that her apartment keys and cell phone, etc., were not in her purse. Another funny thing is that her brand new 20GB ipod was sitting right on top of her desk, untouched.

The only thing that piece-of-shit got to buy with her credit card was a subway ticket. It seems like a very inefficient escape vehicle, but it is very environmentally conscious, I suppose...

trip

UGH!!!

I have a business trip coming up on Wednesday. I hate business trips. This is the first business trip I've taken in like 2 years. I avoid them like the plague. I am sooooo dreading this trip. I don't mind the flight. I don;t mind the hotel, I don't even mind crappy airport coffee. What I hate is the social aspects of the business trips. Oh, and I hate New Jersey, too.

On business trips, you have to pretend that you're really interested in how you clients crappy sports team is doing. You have to pretend that you actually know how much better their prospects for a championship is this year, and how great that is. Yeah, this is definitely their year, I know it!! Can we maybe talk about business sometime today?? After the, you talk about the weather. This is most inane, since my client is in New Jersey and I am in California. I mean, is it really all that remarkable that the weather is so nice in California? It just is, deal with it, or fucking move. After the weather chat you talk about how wonderful the lunch was (oh, I LOVE miracle whip sandwiches!). And then, you graciously let them take you to dinner for even MORE inane California weather talk. I can't fucking wait!!!

That's the client side, then there is the coworker side.

I'm going to be trapped on a 5-1/2 hour flight with them, on the way there. It's 6-1/2 hours on the way back. True, you work with them for 8 hours, and that's like a 2-1/2 hour reprieve. But I don't normally sit 5 inches from their face, and I certainly don't normally have to fight with them over who really owns the armrest. (I do, I'm fatter, deal with it.)

And so the clock is unrelentingly counting down the days, minutes and seconds until I have to cram myself on the flying bus (coach for us consultants!!) and pretend, for two days, that I'm excited about their stupid and doomed project. And I can't wait to pretend like I am really grateful for their constructive criticism of the work I've done for the last 12 weeks.

friendster

I invited a long-time buddy of mine to friendster a long time ago. It must have been 3 months ago by now. My invite was ignored. Which is fine, not everyone is into friendster. I'm not really into it, but it seemed like a good way to waste an evening or two. And it's not really important to me one way or another...

So today I get an email with doooood as the subject.

My friend, who I invited so many months ago, wants me to invite him again because "it looks pretty good". Grrrr. "It looks pretty good" really means "it looks like there is a chance that there is at least one hot chick on friendster, and i want to nail her, so hook me up."

old people make me grumpy

It's not that I hate old people. In fact, I'm not exactly a virile young thing myself anymore. I'm positive that to many young teenie-boppers out there, I'm way old... In fact, I think old folks are great and that we should spend more time listening to them because, on the whole, they have a lot of valuable life experience and a lot of wisdom to share.

But then, you run across that one in the bunch, the one annoying old person who just wants to make you fucking scream. I'm guessing that they were annoying when they were young. I'd even bet money, that if you were annoying when you were a young person, then you're most certainly going to be an annoying old person, perhaps even more so...

I just don't get it. I mean, I understand that as we get old, that our brains slow down, our senses don't seem to work quite the same way they used to. It's not these people who piss me off. It's the annoying one's that haven't figured that out yet. I mean, if you're getting on in years, don't you think you should go thru life under the assumption that maybe you're senses are giving you misleading, if not false information? How old do you need to get before you fucking figure this out? OLD PEOPLE LISTEN UP HERE, go into situations with the assumption that maybe, just maybe you're wrong. Your senses are lying to you, and, I dunno, ask a question instead of assuming you're right. Most likely the worst thing that will happen is that a nice, sweet young person will set you on the right path, whatever that path is, and you won't seem like such a fucking idiot.

about the grump

I am a grump. Grumpy, grouchy, cranky, call it whatever you want. I'm it. When people don't know me, they are afraid of me. I am unapproachable. When people, after years of trying, finally get to know me, they tell me I'm a grump, and grouch, but a nice grump or grouch. Whatever. That just makes me even fucking grumpier.

I am not a morning person.
I am not an afternoon person.
I am not a night person.

Maybe I don't like people, maybe I don't like my job, maybe I was born at the wrong time of day, maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I don't know how I got like this, or why I'm like this. My mom tells me that I was pretty much born this way. How is that even possible?

I don't necessarily look the part of the grump. Children don't flee into their mother's arms when they see me walking down the street. I look pretty normal, no horns, I don't wear black from head to toe. If you passed me by in the street, you wouldn't necessarily know I was a grump. Oh, but I am...

Enough about me, I'm getting grouchy just thinking about it.

first post

I am SO fucking grumpy. Too grumpy to even post something exciting for my first post. I will post again later when my grumpiness is under control.