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here i sit, in henry’s room/my new home office, typing at my new shabby chic cheapo desk from target…(that’s pronounced targeee), on my last of 2 days off, about to go to ikea for more consumer goods. I am wearing my 5 dollar hoodie zip up sweat shirt. i have not shaved in 5 days (well, i did shave my neck today. no no , i’m not greek all of a sudden, i’m working the beard people–and the beard, when it comes in, it’s gonna look great*). yes people, i have started my new life.

lets see, where did we leave off at the end of last season…

on thursday last, word got out that i was leaving my old company, mostly because the “jeff has resigned and tomorrow is his last day–lets go drinking with him” email went out from my manager. so, several hours later, a select few, and by that i mean litterally a few, people met at the local post work bar under an office building, for some drinks.

it was a pleasant evening, i threw back a coupla beers (nothing too heavy), got to swear aloud like the voices in my head do all the time (burn generator, r.i.p). the evening was peppered with gems like finding out interoffice sex affairs (??!!), and remembering why i don’t go to bars that much anymore…. (ohhh i feel a bulleted list coming on..)

• Smoke- i’ve never been a smoker, in fact, apart from some cigars, i have never voluntarily (fuck spelling) taken smoke into my body–and yes that includes pot. HOWEVER being a drunk and a socially oriented drunk at that, i have always loved the bars, and accepted smoke as a cost of doing business. well it’s been about a year since i was in a bar, and well, bidness aight good enough to put up with the smoke. i just don’t get it, @ 5 bucks a pack, why does anyone bother anymore…oh yeah…more addictive than heroin..right..
• People–maybe it was just where we were and all, but i really hated dealing with the people, the semi aloof waitress that kept giving me someone else’s beer…the men in the bathroom that pissed and then didn’t wash their hands…and the 2 old doods in the unrinals next to me talking about how they’d like to kill john kerry–one apparnetly was a sniper in the army (special ops, of course as no one is in just the regular armed forces) and he could do it–well he’d prolly just ‘clip kerry’s elbows’, as it hurts more. Now, sure whatever, late 40’s guys loaded and talking shit, i’m all for it, it can be amusing. what i didn’t like was one of them looking at me and saying “don’t report us—OK–” as if, if i were to report them, i’d be the next to loose my elbows. i dunno, give me the interweb and some booze at home.
• er, that’s it i guess, not a very long list.

Friday was my last offical day, and it as plain weird. my manager alternated from trying to load me up with busywork and getting wishy washy. We went out to a farewell sushi lunch, which was pretty crappy in the end, and then most of my department left early b/c they were working later that night after hours. so i packed up my shit, and said my goodbyes. i acutally did a round arounnd the office. it was kinda fun actually. i think it caught the ceo off guard that i was actually leaving and actually saying goodbye. mwhaahah. that’s right.

on the way home i picked up some booze and thought i’d launch right into my whirlwind weekend of home improvement. yeah right. well anyway we went out to dinner with natty’s friend melaine and her boyfriend jon, who shall hence forth be referred to as ‘jono’, i dunno why, but apparently that’s his nickname. and with a name like jefke, who am i to judge. dinner was pretty good, i got sorta loaded. then we came back to the fort to play this semi cheesy electronic version of super password, or 50k pyramid, which every you prefer. it was amusing. we drank the champange i bought and i got more loaded. natty did not approve.

saturday i set out to paint the kitchen, save the world and do all sorts of shit. uh, that didn’t really happen. i can’t remember why exactly, but it didn’t. oh yeah, i went shopping for my desk and shit. sunday was much of the same, got the paint on the wall, but the day seemed to slip away.. fuck same thing with yesterday…and now, here i am, 12:33 and all i have done it mowed the lawn…so much for my big 2 days off.

cripes.

*–mr. mom