I like boobies!

Last weekend was fun. After going to the Taste of Newport (apparently, Newport tastes like silicone and peroxide) we went back to Diane’s apartment. James went for a quick swim after I heard someone say, “I dare you to…”. That’s all it took. The B-52’s played at the Taste of Newport and the food was good. The next day James and I went to Montez’s place up in Van Nuys (a.k.a. Holy Crap This is Far). Mike had won a contest from 97.1 FM. Brand new 48” HDTV, Fatburger, fries, and soda for everyone. The Leykett’s showed up (2 of them). They looked good, but spent most of the time talking to the 97.1 Street Team and about negative calories (whatever). It was nice to see everyone again. I think the last time was Halloween 2004. After Montez and the crew started playing Halo, James and I decided it was time to experience Manifest Destiny and drive home. After 17 hours and a couple of narrow escapes from the various Indian tribes we made it.

This week was filled with interesting experiences at work. I’m not going to get into details, but I had to suspend someone in my department for making a threat to Barney. The one sentence was the summary of 2 weeks of drama and stress. That’s all for now.

Wednesday was the BBQ at Reina’s. James (I think it was James) set a menu and directed everyone on what to bring, so it was actually organized this time. I had a good time and just decided to spend most of the night listening instead of talking (unusual for me). It was probably a nice beak for everyone!

This will be my dad’s last week at work. He’s been bored since he has handed over all of his responsibility to the new IS Manager and myself. This will probably be a really long week for him. I took him shopping for his retirement gift the company is giving him at dinner Monday night. He wasn’t supposed to know about it, but I thought he should pick out something he likes. We spent the rest of the afternoon practicing his “look of surprise”. He almost has it down.

Last night V and I went to Dinseyland with Ed and Tiffany. After dinner, they took me on Tower of Terror. WTF?!?! I hated it! I hate the feeling of falling and that is all this ride is. The worst part is, the ride almost completely in the dark, so I couldn’t tell if I was dropping or going up really fast. Just when I thought I was at the bottom, I would be at the top where you can see out across the city, then I would go plunging back into darkness again. I just kept saying, “I’m not happy. I’m not enjoying this.” over and over again. At least everyone else had a good time laughing at me. We went on a couple of other rides, caught the new fireworks show, hit Space Mountain (love it), and said goodnight.

Today I hung out with my mom. She took me out to lunch and handed me something I am calling the “packet of death”. She already has a Trust set-up, but she handed me a document giving instructions on who to contact, what to do with her body, and so on. Great information and it will make things much simpler when she dies, but since my dad finished his Trust this week, so it seems like everything is revolving around death.

I’ll try and write again during the week. There’s a lot of stuff going on for my dad’s retirement and I have a lot to do this week before he leaves. Later!

Always leave ‘em wanting more

I really enjoy writing my blog, but I just haven’t made time for it lately. Work is going well. My dad has 13 days left and I think we’re going to have a lot of fun those last 13 days. I’m definitely feeling more comfortable with all of the things I need to do and thanks to some lazy people in my department I have had more practice with discipline. There are so many things I want to share with you since the last time I wrote I don’t even know where to start. I’ll divide this up into little chapters. That way you feel like you are accomplishing something as you reach the end of each segment.

My Car

I am still thoroughly enjoying my car. It is so much fun to drive! I have been trying to drive calmer, but it is so much fun to push my foot down just a little bit more and get a rush. Vanessa has clued in that when I move the shifter to the “manual” mode, then it’s time to hold on.

Work

Barney sucks. Today I made the mistake of allowing him to accompany me to the VP of Finance’s office (my boss). He said some really STUPID things to her joking about not reporting all of the financials properly makes the numbers look better and how the new procedure will affect his bonus. I know he was kidding, but my jaw dropped. I looked at my boss and asked if there was a window I could jump out of. I was completely embarrassed. I had a little talk with him on the way back to the office about what is and is not appropriate to discuss in front of my boss.

Later I went back to my boss’s office and discussed his comments, how inappropriate they were and that I talked to him. We are having an audit next week. Both of us are worried about him “joking” with the auditors. I will be having a talk or two or three with him before then.

I had two employees that decided to talk while they should be working. They were counting product using a handheld computer, so when I saw them not working I started tracking their transactions. One guy took an extra 18 minutes on his lunch and they both were talking for 15 minutes without working. When I called them into my office neither one of them would talk. I’m upset with myself now, because I was too busy getting my own work done to properly write them up. One of them is on vacation now, so I called the other one into my office yesterday to discuss the issue. He looked at the reports I printed showing his “extra time”, listened to what I had to say, and didn’t say one word. That pissed me off, but today he was a counting machine. He knows Barney and I are watching.

Dopey and the much needed dime

My dad and I were at lunch last week. I had my back to the counter, but some young guy ordering his food asked my dad for a dime. My dad told him, “Yeah, but not for you.” I was kind of surprised and I thought is wasn’t the nicest thing to say, but it turned out to be appropriate. The guy then told my dad, “God bless you anyway man”. I still had my back to the guy, so I was trying to figure out why my dad suddenly got a confused look on his face. The guy pulled money out of his pocket and paid for his food. He had the money he needed, but didn’t want to have change in his pocket. He then turned around and said to my dad, “Fuck you. Why did you punk me like that? Fuck you. All I did was ask you for some money. You didn’t have to punk me like that. Fuck you man.”

This got my attention, so I turned around. This guy was about 17 and was a dopey overweight white kid wearing huge baggy shorts, a baggy shirt, and had his baseball hat tilted off at an angle. A dopey white gangster wannabe. He kept talking shit. I gave him the best shut-the-fuck-up-before-I-stand-up-and-kick-your-dopey-ass look I could. He said a couple of parting words, grabbed his food and walked out the door. My dad and I were in a little bit of shock. It was just kind of surreal.

49ers and Carl’s Jr.

I went to the 49er game with my dad this last weekend. This was the last game before he heads off to Thailand. The 49ers must have known because they KICKED ASS!!! It is so much more fun going to the game when they win. We had a great time and both came home a little sunburned and with hoarse voices. Sometime during the day I shared the question which has been plaguing my mid lately. At Carl’s Jr. is it a better deal to get the Double Western Cheese Burger or the Six Dollar Western Burger? We discussed this for a while and he appeased me by discussing the details and weighing the pros and cons. Monday when we went out for lunch we happened to go to Carl’s Jr. I saw my dad looking at the options and he ordered the Six Dollar Western Cheese Burger. I couldn’t help it. I had to order the Double Western Cheese Burger.

The results: The DWCB is 60 cents cheaper, has more meat (1/2 lb vs. 1/3 lb), and has an extra slice of cheese. So the SDWCB is a total rip-off.

That’s all I have to say about that.