Saturday, February 25, 2006
Sometimes you can go home again
I am an official member of the boomerang club. I have put in my first week back at my old job. It wasn't a full week thanks to Presidents day. Ease back in. I have to say it feels good. Everyone seems very happy to see me back which make me feel good. A lot of people have said as much. It really almost feels like I never left in the first place. There are some differences, such as we are in three different buildings now. The three buildings are a pain if it is cold or rainy but spring/summer are right around the corner. I won't mind going to the other buildings then. For the most part things are exactly the same. Same people, same job, same attitudes (good and bad) same everything. It feels good, feels like home. I keep telling people I pulled a Theo. Back in the saddle again.
Peace out.
Peace out.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Neon Angels on the Road to Ruin
Short little post tonight.
Joan Jet(t) was at Keohane Funeral Home today. I guess a friend of hers passed away recently and the services were held at my mom's work. My mom did not get to meet her or even see her. Someone else told her she had been there. I guess she is very short.
Nothing else to report at this time.
Peace out.
Joan Jet(t) was at Keohane Funeral Home today. I guess a friend of hers passed away recently and the services were held at my mom's work. My mom did not get to meet her or even see her. Someone else told her she had been there. I guess she is very short.
Nothing else to report at this time.
Peace out.
Monday, February 13, 2006
restaurant etiquette
I was checking out Boston.com today and there was a section asking people about restaurant etiquette. I came accross this absolute gem.
"I agree and admire H2's enlightened responses and adivse all to take this tact the first time. The second time however calls for action. My story is slightly different than a table being snagged and goes like this. My girl had run out of Marlboro lites, so I left the restaurant and found a place that sells them a few minutes walking distance away. After my return we seperate to talk to people, when she appears and says her cigarettes are gone. I figured they fell on the floor or something when she points at the table across from us with a brand new pack of Marlboro lites on their table. My girl had left the pack on the table to talk to her friend and when she returned to our table they were gone. The catch, I had asked this same table before I left if they could spare a cig for my girl, and they said they were out.
So, I sat down and stared at them hard. One of the three raised his glass at me and toasted me. I lept up, asked them if something was funny, because I thought it was very funny they had a brand new pack of Marlboro lites. As they were shaking, one of them grabbed my arm, I put a JuJitsu move on him and put him back in the chair. The other two froze. I picked up the pack, told them stealing was lame, my girl took my arm and we strode out of there, heads held high. Now I cannot recommend this for everyone as I trained at the Boston Karate Club for 12 years. But it felt great. Sometimes, not all the times, but you do need to stand up for yourself."
What a jackass!!!
Peace out.
"I agree and admire H2's enlightened responses and adivse all to take this tact the first time. The second time however calls for action. My story is slightly different than a table being snagged and goes like this. My girl had run out of Marlboro lites, so I left the restaurant and found a place that sells them a few minutes walking distance away. After my return we seperate to talk to people, when she appears and says her cigarettes are gone. I figured they fell on the floor or something when she points at the table across from us with a brand new pack of Marlboro lites on their table. My girl had left the pack on the table to talk to her friend and when she returned to our table they were gone. The catch, I had asked this same table before I left if they could spare a cig for my girl, and they said they were out.
So, I sat down and stared at them hard. One of the three raised his glass at me and toasted me. I lept up, asked them if something was funny, because I thought it was very funny they had a brand new pack of Marlboro lites. As they were shaking, one of them grabbed my arm, I put a JuJitsu move on him and put him back in the chair. The other two froze. I picked up the pack, told them stealing was lame, my girl took my arm and we strode out of there, heads held high. Now I cannot recommend this for everyone as I trained at the Boston Karate Club for 12 years. But it felt great. Sometimes, not all the times, but you do need to stand up for yourself."
What a jackass!!!
Peace out.
