I work across from the Hard Rock Café hotel and there was a naked lady in her window that our entire office was watching for like a good fifteen minutes. She either couldn’t see 50 people staring and waving and taking pictures with very expensive cameras or lost a bet.
Looking forward to respect training next week.
I’ll probably only be at my current job another month or so, but if you ever catch me complaining about the monotony-cum-crappiness, remind me of these four facts:
1) Every day I get scolded for getting too much work done. Seriously.
2) Last week I showed up 10 minutes late wearing slippers and no one said a word.
3) I get seven smoke breaks a day on average.
4) I get to sit on the floor with my shoes off instead of at a stupid desk with my shoes on like everyone else.
I’m back from Iceland. As much as I love everyone here, it’s depressing to be back in the US. It was especially depressing going back to work today. The best part of the trip? Well, all of it. That and the fact that it’s strengthened my resolve to get the fuck out of Michigan finally. Won’t be long!
As for the 700 or so pictures I took in Iceland, I’ve yet to download them. Expect some amazing posts full of amazing pictures in the coming days.
1) Dutch people love a good sale.
2) It’s cold in Michigan in October. I need to leave. (I’m leaving soon!)
3) Tigers!
4) Getting hit in the head with those little chalk cubes you use when you’re playing pool really hurts.
5) Is there anything better/worse than an MTV reality show?
6) I gotta work all weekend. This week’s Hottie episode will have to wait until Monday.
7) I have this FM transmitter thing for my iPod that I use when I’m in my car. Occasionally, when someone or something nearby is broadcasting on the same frequency, it’ll overpower my iPod. When I passed Johnny Law on the way home tonight, I briefly heard the B-Boys’ “Sabotage.” Was 5-0 listening to that song, or was I imagining things?
8) UM-MSU just isn’t that interesting this year, considering the Tigers can eliminate the Yanks the same afternoon. That and MSU’s team isn’t very good.
9) [Insert your own observation!]
As always, if you happen across some hot hotties on MySpace, send me a link! I’m off to bed.
I promised myself I would be out of this place by Oct. 31, or, at the very least, I would have a plan in place by then. I’m going to hold myself to that, and, in the meantime, God has offered these signs to spur me on:
1) As I drove to work yesterday morning, I spotted a thermometer that was all, like, “IT’S 48 DEGREES… 48!!!”
2) When I came home around 4:00 this morning, Orion had risen.
3) I’m using my down comforter tonight.
4) MLB playoffs start next week! (!)
If only I had somewhere to go… Jobs anyone?
I’d rather not tell you where I work. That’s not important to this story. Suffice it to say that where I work large sums of money are exchanged for goods and services on a regular basis. It’s also necessary for you to know that we are currently raising money for a cancer research organization. That’s all you need to know.
Anyway, I overheard the following exchange while a woman was in the process of purchasing around $500 in goods and services:
Associate: Hi, how are you today?
Woman: I’m fine, thank you.
Associate: Would you like to donate $1 to [cancer research organization]?
Woman (thinks, grimaces): No, I don’t think so.
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Uh yeah, it’s been a pretty good couple of days. Yeah, pretty effing good.a little longer.
In the meantime, my little spacehogs, may I tip my hat to the Grey Lady. The downtown hipster issue of the NYT Magazine was pathetic, but they rebounded this week with a pair of great articles I throw down here in case you missed ‘em:
—An essay on the supposed New Golden Age of Satire, which I’m saving for my trip home tonight on the train. (In case you don’t know the Chicago Transit Authority has been dropping the ball this week and bus/train rides have been brutally crowded and behind schedule. I finished my last book (some of the essays were better than others, very few of them really had something to say) and before I start a new one, I’m printing off stuff at work to mull over on the 70+ mintues it’s taking me to get home. If you see anything worthwhile, send it my way.)
BONUS: The Dog was once one of the best vacuum cleaner salesman in the country! Now that is primo-journalism.
It was terribly nice to hear that my good friend and two-time boss, Keith Dusenberry was finally made the lead editor of Real Detroit Weekly after two years doing a fuckin’ great job as their music/features editor. Don’t know any of the details or if this went down weeks ago without me knowing, but it was well deserved promotion. Keith is almost single-handedly responsible for me being a professional (paid) writer and is just about the most level-headed and nicest person you’re going to find working in the drastically bizarre worlds of music reporting and alternative weeklies. Please take this as a personal sign from on high, as I am, that if you stick it out and wade through enormous amounts of shit, good things still happen to good people in this world.
Speaking of signs: Does this mean that hip-hop officially has nothing left to say about anything? If anybody gets killed over this, well I hope inner city schools will have the good sense to ban open-toed shoes like they did in my day - God, DMX you are a fucking dumb.
Scott’s birthday present? (BTW I really need to find my wife a present for her B-day. Any ideas?)
And finally - the War on Terror is being fought with the same vigor as the NHL Playoffs. What I wanna know is it a protest or is it a sympathy beard?? Only Islamatic fanatics and the Amish show long-term facial hair. Sounds to me like the lazy-ass just found a way to get out of shaving forever.
It might be seven; I dunno. Anyway, I’ve decided to quit smoking again, this time hopefully for good. I’m pretty sure the problem has been that my friends aren’t supporting me enough, because this should be easy. I think some of them are tacitly encouraging me to keep smoking. They think that if I smell all smelly, it makes them smell better by comparison, and then the opposite sex is more attracted to their smell. It’s a pretty clever ploy when you think about it, but now that I’ve figured it out, hopefully they’ll stop and join my side again.
Exodus Update: I’m setting my date of departure at October 31, 2006. That’s very ambitious, but I think I can pull it off. If only I had somewhere to go… People keep telling me to move to Chicago. Where do you think I should go?