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As this blog descends on it's gentle path to obscurity, I realize it has done some good. For me. I don't care if anyone reads this - for the most part you don't. Perhaps you cast a cursory glance towards it at a point during the day when the boredom sets in, and the list of regular websites you visit simply becomes too mindlessly mindless to be of any use. Or perhaps it's become some weird reflection of the minutiae of a typical, deeply suburban existence. For me it's been an interesting project; a kaleidoscope of my thoughts and moods. An emotional ledger if you will, balancing the good and bad days that shaped these past few months. I've started blogging, quit blogging, loved blogging and hated blogging. What's next?

Hasta luego...

Work outing.

So tomorrow we're being rewarded at work. We're going out for beer and food - oh, and this is taking place at a bowling alley. All the way in North York. At a place I used to frequent in high school. I'm not totally sure of the correct use of the term "guetto" but I think this is a suitable place to use it. We're renting a party bus to take us all the way up north, then we're boozing and bowling. It may be guetto but it'll probably be fun. The key word in all of this is "beer". And "booze".

I figured out that I must be getting old. Why? Advil. When I was younger I used to be confused by the "relief of aches and pains" message on the packaging. Aches and pains? Wasn't Advil only for headaches? Now I use it more for muscle aches and pains, and less for headaches. Ergo, I'm old.

Time to settle down and make babies.

Weekend report...

Another strong summer weekend, I must say. It started off with a bang on Friday night - with $2 drinks after work. I was pleasantly surprised to find I wasn't totally hammered by 8pm. The night ended with drinks on a patio with new friends and a cute blonde. Never a bad thing. Saturday night involved drinking beer on a patio downtown. See a pattern? While waiting in line outside the patio I, being goaded on by friends already sitting safely inside, made a clumsy attempt to jump over the fence. I wobbled slightly, then as I regained my footing felt like a hero. I had successfully managed to bypass the huge lineup. Fuck you all, line-waiters! Jerks! I don't need to wait in lines, lines are for jackasses. About 10 seconds later I was brought back down to earth by a stern woman who saw my weak attempt and promptly escorted me off the premises and told me I wasn't getting back in. From hero to goat in about 30 seconds, must be a record somewhere. Oh and btw, fanks very much Jetboy, for the unnecessary excitement.

End of story is I convinced the manager to let me wait in line...and salvaged the evening, if not my dignity. Sunday involved a few hours of online poker, and a soccer game in the 44C heat...in which I scored a couple and missed 25. Double header of soccer and frisbee on Wednesday night, should be fun.

Back to the grindstone tomorrow...yay!

Did I write my POTC: DMC review yet? Pale shadow of the original. Bring on Michael Mann and Miami Vice. Booyakasha. Forrest Gump rocks.

Peace in the Middle East.

It's amazing...

the inane things you discuss with co-workers. Forced to be around people you hardly know makes for odd conversations. A running joke that often brings a co-worker and I much hilarity revolves around the bagel lady's propensity for putting gallons of condiments on our bagels. "Jesus, she put a gallon of peanut butter on, then asked me if I wanted more?! The crazy bitch!" We spend a great deal of time discussing the perfect female ass, and act as though each girl walking by is in our own private beauty pageant. Work conditions are a daily goldmine for conversation starters. The "Lack of sleep" convo is an audience favourite. What snacks you've brought to work is also a good one - it's almost like nursery school...without the nap time.

Work

The honeymoon is over. I now probably spend more time thinking about how to shirk work than about doing actual work. Longer trips to the washroom, longer trips to the water cooler. If I was half as good as thinking about ingenious ways to get around the system as I am at doing the work I might actually be a millionaire. Or productive. The workplace is kind of a funny environment. So many underlying currents, political intrigue. I will get to that at some point, not now however.

What's up

So another work week has come and gone, and already the routine is starting to get a bit annoying. Especially the waking up at 6:30am part. And the part where the employees are treated like cattle. However, I do enjoy being downtown, there is a good vibe and I have definitely learned quite a lot in a short period of time. The amount of turnover is quite amazing, the office is like a revolving door. I have an interview this morning, phone interview from Chicago. My current job has definitely improved my phone skills, so perhaps this is all part of a greater plan?

The weekend was good and bad. Good in that I am really enjoying the weather, getting out and playing sports and drinking on patios. Bad in that the World Cup finally ended, and the rotten Azzurri won it. I mean, they are a talented team, but didn't deserve to win. Zizou...wow. A disgraceful end to a glittering career. WTF was he thinking? Bring about the guillotine, boys! In other soccer news, I had a league game Sunday night, and scored a cracking left footed volley to win the game for our team. Top corner if I do say so myself.

Oh I saw Pirates 2 this weekend, much it seems like every other person in the U.S. Passable entertainment certainly, but definitely 30 mins too long. If you wait till the end of the credits there is an additional scene. Cute but maybe not worth the 5 min wait. The CGI effects no longer wow me. Perhaps this is a sign I have finally exited the 18-26 yr marketing category. That and perhaps my date of birth.

Peace out.

Books

I am looking for some book recommendations. As you may know, I need a reading fix every now and then, and this time I've got it bad, man. I gotta have it. The good stuff.

A month until CFA results come out...those bastards like to string us along. The previous times I've checked my results have been joyous occasions, and this one better not be any different!

Fakkin' Italy made it through to the WC finals, fakkin bunch of primadonnas. If Portugal "is this soccer or high diving" make it through we should have quite a fakkin spectacle on our hands. God bless the Queen.

Long long weekend.

Well another summer weekend has come and gone - soon it will all be over, and then it's time to hibernate again. I saw Match Point this weekend - not a bad flick, it's one of those movies which you enjoy but feel kind of awful when you're watching it. Sort of like "Closer". Not sure how to explain it, I had a knot in my stomach for most of it - but it's a good movie, and good for Woody Allen.

Sunday night had a great Greek dinner in Greektown...lots of wine and good food and good company. That's really all you need for a good time. Saturday was spent drinking and smoking shisha with friends on a patio, that too is a decent recipe for a good time. Add in a couple of hours of good soccer and that's a perfect weekend.

Anybody do anything exciting? I am looking for guest bloggers again...so if you feel the need to rant or rave, email me!