Letter grades are stupid

I don't know what made me think of this, but If I ran a school, I'd get rid of letter grades and replace them with helpful phrases like 'intellectual giant of our time' and 'to call him quasi-doltish would be generous."

I'm busy dammit!

Sorry to everyone who keeps bugging me to get more entries up on this thing. I admit I've fallen behind by a few entries, but rest assured that I will get them up within the next couple days. In the meantime, I just want to ask you all if you experience the same phenomenon that I do...Do you ever find yourself disliking, or even hating, someone who you don't even know? Someone you've never spoken to but for whatever reason they just annoy you? Well I have people like that. One of them is at the gym. It's this woman on the stairclimber. She's ALWAYS there. I don't know why I hate her, but every time I'm at the gym, she's on that f-ing climber from the second I walk in to the second I leave. And it seems like no matter what time I go, she's there, climbing endless imaginary stairs to nowhere. Maybe it's her ugly gray spandex, or her silly headphones that make her look like a giant bug. Or the fact that her feet might be permanently glued to the machine. But I always see her, and I always hate her. I don't know her, never talked to her...she could be a wonderfully delightful woman for all I know. But she could also beat her puppy as part of her morning routine. I'll never know because I'm too busy hating her to ever stop to find out if she's worth hating. Same goes for these people at work. Although I love my big corner office, I've found an inconvenience in my daily trip up to the 6th floor. And that would be riding the elevator with 4 other people, who respectively need to get off at floors 2, 3, 4, and 5. And generally the same 4 people who I've christened "Fat guy", "legs", "frizzy hair", and "halitosis". Ugh. Arriving to my office with a headache isn't the most ideal way to start the day. But then I look to the ocean and voila! All my troubles melt away. Well, not all. But at least my hatred for the strangers goes away for a while.
So here's the lesson, ladies and gentlemen: Always make an effort to talk to people. At the very worst, they will suck and you can continue not liking them. But who knows, they may surprise you. Turns out Fat Guy is pretty funny, and his favorite color is red. (that's just the ice breaker question I tend to ask people when there's awkward silence). Feel free to submit your own personal stranger hatreds. I can't be the only one.

My Office

So we recently moved to the building 2 doors down, and by some freak of nature, the office Gods decided to smile upon me and my staff and give us the best offices in the entire building. Top floor, corner, walls of windows from floor to ceiling. What? Maybe I'm doing a better job than I thought. We've affectionately names my office the Executive Corner Suite. Anyway, feel free to be jealous. Or, if you have tons of money and don't have to work a day job, feel free to loan me 5 grand. Gas is expensive.

Needless to say, this office gets its fair share of gawkers from the rest of the floor. MWA HA HA!

The view from my desk.

Some of my faithful staff, Bryanna and Winfield. Nice pose, Win.

I thought the office needed some more foliage, so here's my Bromeliad, who I've affectionately named Spike-Boo. He's there to compliment the bamboo in the office that Summer named Ike-Boo. Spike has the best view in town.

Pride Weekend

Last weekend was pride weekend here, which if you don't live here, you wouldn't know that it's a pretty huge event in San Diego. Tons of people, tons of food, and tons of fun. My company had a booth there as well, giving out various pieces of information, pamphlets, candy, condoms, lube, and even highlighters (I don't know why...I think we had a surplus at the office). I worked our booth a while, worked the crowd a while...you know me, I'm a true playa, ate some kick ass funnel cake with powdered sugar, whipped cream, and strawberries. Man it was good. There were hundreds of booths, live bands and music, and even some crazy leather S&M tent where people were being happily stabbed with pins and needles. Ouch. There was also that weird bungee thing that whips you up into the air and lets you bounce up and down 20 feet off the ground. Don't know why it was there, besides it looks like it hurts your nuts like hell. Oh wait, now I know why. The most surprising booth I'd say was the Chronic Candy booth, selling 3 different lollipops that supposedly tasted like 3 different kinds of marijuana. I was quite skeptical that they actually did, so I bought one from the girl working the booth under the condition that if they didn't, she would give me a full refund and i would give her my wet lollipop. Oh that sounded bad. But alas, the candy was quite accurate, although it gave me a sick stomach after a while. I don't think that's a candy that's supposed to be made. My friend Stacie was working the NOW booth, where she is a local chapter VP, and my friend Matthew was working the beer garden ticket booth, where I was unsuccessful in getting free drink tickets, even after bribing him with dozens of condoms and lube from my company's booth. He did put them all into the sombrero he was wearing, though. I'd have to say that my favorite part was the t-shirts people were wearing. Hillarious. I can't really remember most of them, but just picture seeing a shirt with messages on them that make you laugh. I took a pic of one booth that was selling some. I didn't take too many pics though, cuz there were so many people around I felt awkward snapping photos, cuz every time I took one people would look at me as if I was taking a picture of them. Some gave weird looks, but most didn't care. Some even struck a pose in full exhibitionist style. The same day, Matthew introduced me to Ashley Matte, a most awesome amazing excellent local singer that plays every weekend at the bar right around the corner from me. I’m not sure if she’s a lesbian, but she sure has a lot of lesbian fans. Or at least the shirts reading "Dykes against Dubya" and "Got Strap-on?" gave me that impression. And now she has me, cuz I love her. She brings in a big local crowd, and the day I saw her the audience was so loud they had my ears ringing. She was so good I bought her CD on the spot, and have made several copies for people already. I hope she makes it big one day, she’s great.

There's that bungee thing I was talking about.

Crowd. As if you weren't sure what this was.

Some of the bestest people in SD, my friends Matthew and Stacie...don't worry, Emily, you get props too even though you didn't come! (did I just say props?). Emily couldn't make it to the festival, so in her absense I include her here. And some old guy walking away. Dammit, I gotta start cropping these!

Ahh, when Stacie handed me the parasol, I was unaware of her elaborate ruse to have Matthew snap a photo of me. Does it suit me well? I felt a little like Michael Jackson.

Bryanna, my newest trainer in the department (gratuitous shoutout to my most excellent Practice Management staff!) who while working at our company booth, was slightly surprised to have Matthew, a man she had met only seconds before, bear hug her for a photo op. She loved it.

I tried to surprise Bryanna with one of those moves where you use your right hand to hold the camera while its facing you and take the picture of both people. It didnt work too well since she was not prepared at all, and the sombrero was a tad in the way.

Matthew, Stacie, and some dork.

Matthew showing Stacie how to wear a sombrero that's filled with condoms and lube.

Hahaha I love DYKEA.

There's the best local singer in SD. She's even good just tuning her guitar.

Soakin up the fun in open air courtyard of the bar, rockin to Ashley.

Just a small portion of the crowd, begging for an encore.

Cox sucks

So I finally have internet back, but for some reason my HD box in my room decided to stop giving me a signal, so even though the box is on and will tell me what's playing through the guide, no matter what channel you put on it's a gray screen. And in addition to that, when the DVR in the living room is on and running, the one in the bedroom goes out completely. And vice versa...of course, that was back when the bedroom box worked at all. Of course Cox couldnt figure out why, so a technician is coming tomorrow. At least for now I have internet. It's been a pain sitting in a coffeehouse for 2 hours just to download music! Pics and stories to come, I promise. For now, I have to get back to work since I just spent the entire work day at the Padres game with my CEO. Rough, I know. We won 2-1 against the Mets, but 2 Mets outfielders had quite a gruesome collision into each other while going for a pop fly. They clotheslined each other to the point of knocking one guy unconscious and eventually requiring him to be carted off in a stretcher. Not sure the extent of the damage, but I'm guessing it was pretty nasty to watch since the guys in the booth wouldn't show the replay on the stadium jumbotron. I'll try to catch it on Sportscenter tonight. You should too. It's gotta be in the highlight reel.

Awaiting internet

Sorry there've been no updates recently, but my old roommate is officially out now, and since the internet was in his name, the idiots at Cox made me return all equipment and stop all service before they'l let me put the account in my own name. So I made an ever-so fun journey down to the Cox building on Friday where I stood in line for 2 hours waiting to return all of my equipment (because they wont come pick it up without charging you a fee). But they wont give you new equipment on the spot, they mail it to you. Yes, this is all a giant effort on their part to reduce their overhead and not pay technicians to go out to customers' houses. So once the equipment arrives, I will install it myself and eventually have internet again. Until then, I'm making occasional visits to the coffeehouse around the corner from my place so I can drink a smoothie and surf the wireless web. Oh, I'm so cosmopolitan. Aiight, soon I'll have up pics of my new office, pride weekend, Ashley Matte (a most excellent local singer who I had the pleasure of discovering last weekend) and my apartment once it's newly furnished. Later all.