Pool or Fireworks

Had a chance to see the fireworks in NYC from a Penthouse apartment in the Trump Buildings on the West side but gave that sweet deal up for a trip to see the family in New Jersey since they have a pool. Yeah, the pool was sweet.

blogs suck

I want to keep writing for this blog but it gets a bit disheartening when no one reads it. I have not written in this thing for months and I have nothing to say. The usual suspects still piss me off but I got a promotion so I feel a little better. Oh, I went down to Georgia for no reason 2 weeks ago. Ate a lot of free food and almost went blind from staring at my computer for 2 days straight. The Avis counter people had no cars and wound up giving me a mini van (I was hoping for the 12 person van) and they loved my shoes that look like boots. That's as exciting as it gets.

You got something to say?

I'm standing in line at Bath & Body Works trying to buy some bubble bath. Sweet Pea if you must know. The line was pretty long, something I attribute to the fact that there is a sale going on at the moment. I am almost to the check out counter with one person in front of me. I decide to quickly dart out of line and, within sight of the line, get a bottle of body lotion. Mango Mandarin if you must know. I am out of the line literally 3 seconds. As I get back into line ready to pay, this lanky doofus behind me makes a noise like he is disagreeing with my actions. I make nothing of if. 10 seconds later he asks me if I am in line. I said, "I've been in front of you for like a half hour. Did you not notice me the whole time?" I am irrate. This guy is obviously a douche bag but I let it go. 10 seconds go by and he says, "It was 10 minutes not a half hour." I could beat the pencil neck mother fucker but I second guess doing so. I really need the bubble bath and lotion. I also didn't want to justify his comment by turning around so I paid and left. This assholee stayed under my skin for a good half an hour... although it could have been 10 minutes.

My mistake

So I decided to post a thought to the Obama Change website about an idea i had about making it mandatory for all college students to study abroad. I checked back to see the comments and some chick says that it breaks her heart to see someone who has a good idea misspell "mandatory" in the title (manditory). My bad. There isn't any spell check on that damn thing. Maybe instead of trying to get the basics back in the classroom in this country as this chick mentioned, they should try to inforce spell check on all websites... that includes this one. I've survived 31 years with improper grammar and I have several diplomas. I owe it all to spell check.

Always at least 1

It's that time of the year again. Company Holiday Party time. This year my company dressed down their party due to the "uncertain ecomonic climate" that exists (re: we're all fucked and probably going to be fired). We still had a few functions in the office though. Regardless of where the party is being held, there is always 1 or 2 individuals who make a complete and utter fool of themselves during these things. This year was no exception. I won't name any names but suffice it to say they put on a good show for the rest of us. Even me, the one in the elf costume (longer story) was revelling in the stupidty of others during the party. The best part is that it was held in the office so the inevitable videos and pictures that are floating out there make it even better. At least in a club you can chalk it up to being in an outside party environment. What kind of excuse do ya got if you're being an ass in your own office space?

People Go Down

Not once but twice last week I saw people get injured on my way through the city. On Thursday I was walking to work when a middle-aged woman dropped like a sack of spuds, hit her head on the pavement and blacked out. She was bleeding slightly from a cut on her head and was unresponsive. As a security guard called for help on his radio, I put a paper towel to her head and tried to wake her up. She came to but was still unresponsive. She sat up by herself and when I asked again if she was ok she looked at me and asked me why. I told her that she passed out and hit her head on the pavement. She asked me 3 times where she was. Totally out of it. By then a cop and an EMT arrived. I explained what happened then was on my merry way again. Yesterday, as I was driving up 57th street, a motorbike in front of me was hit when a car did a Uturn in the middle of the road. The front of the car hits the bike which was doing 25 miles an hour. The biker, wearing a helmet, does a helicopter spin in the air and lands on the ground. The front car bumper and the bike were a wreck. I stopped my car, got out and immediately called 911 to get help. When I got the the injured biker he was being helped by a couple of people. He seemed dazed but was able to sit up. He might have had a fracture in his wrist but otherwise seem fine. As the cops showed up I knew there was not much more I could do. The dude might need a tiny cast and would have quite the headache to deal with but other than that, he was ok. My job was done. I got back in my car and left. I'm like Superman who has no powers and can't fly.

Old Ladies

I voted today. Wheee!!!
Everything went pretty smoothly. I was in line for a total of 15 minutes and I feel that was some sort of record. Nothing seemed to be of any problems save for one. Old ladies in the line. It seems that old ladies have patience problems. I'm not sure why they are in a rush. They're almost dead anyway. At the polling center, I was in front of an old lady who was eye balling every person who came in and went to a different line as if they were trying to pull a fast one on poll reps in order to cut. She even made a comment to one individual about being on the wrong line when they were in fact on the correct line. Old Bag.
My friend told me that while she was waiting on line and person a few people in front of her was joined by a friend who was just chatting and nothing more. Not cutting in. One old lady spoke up about not letting that person cut in. The girl on line said, "relax, she is from Canada and can't even vote." Old Bag.