Getting Your Game On, Getting Screwed and Ripping New Holes

Game On!
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My sis and J did a pretty damn good job at hiding these things around the house to scare the shit out of me. I've always hated rats and mice. Anyway, its on now fools!

My co-worker who I always write about is screwed. He got his hole ripped by management for being so "incapable and incompetent" during the past two months. He's like one screw up away from finally getting the boot. I hope he does. I'm starting to get burnt out and this coffee isn't working anymore. On the other hand, losing him means getting someone new in the office and I'll have to train them. The white rat isn't the only one that's being screwed.

Anniversary of Winter Sports

I remember growing up during my elementary school years and noticing that a majority of my classmates shared the same birth month as I do, the ninth month of the year. I guess the winter chill makes jack rabbits out of humans or people just like starting the new year off with their own bang. (I'll stop now so we can all kill the images in our heads.)

Part 1 of my birthday weekend was shared with a friend. We just planned an old school barbecue at my cousin's house and enjoyed whatever was left of summer. The day started early; I got a call from my cousin saying that we needed an extra grill. I decided instead of cleaning out my grill, getting rid of all the ash, wrapping it up and sticking it in the car, I would just buy him a new one and save all the work. What I didn't save was time. Two Walmarts, one Target and one Home Depot later I got my hands on a new grill. I didn't think it would be that hard to find one. I guess summer really is over. And it ended with coolers filled with ice cold beer and all the ribs you could devour. At the end of the night, as Dave Chapelle would put it, the ribs gave me "itis".

I woke up the next day surprisingly hangover free and we headed to Stacks' in downtown Campbell. Get up early on a Sunday morning and line up for the biscuits and gravy. It is definitely worth the one hour wait to get a table.

I ended the day with a nice, quiet dinner with my sis and J at Su Hong in Menlo Park. At work we always order food from there but I always wanted to dine inside... really good Chinese food!

Thanks to everyone for a Happy Birthday, making sure I was always stuffed and for never failing to remind me how old I really am even though I try my best to deny it. I can't believe it's already been three years since high school!

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...sippin' on Dr. Pepper and Southern Comfort right now. A few weeks ago while cooking dinner, I was buzzin' off this drink. I was cooking chicken adobo and decided to try adding some Southern Comfort. Oh my God! Try it...

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Big Boss, Big Belly, Big Bitch Slap

36 days since my last entry. Lately, I've been feeling like I need to have a glass of wine to write. Blame it on the empty wine rack I guess; Beer has kept me away from being free with my thoughts. Beer makes me happy drunk, tequila makes me crazy drunk, gin makes me madman drunk, but wine makes the most secretive and silent person in me come out and become passionate and human. This Budweiser tastes like piss right now.

I am my own boss for now. The workplace is in shambles since my former manager transferred to another office. I have the responsibility of taking care of a lot of the back office stuff until we get some new heads, so I assigned my own hours from noon to 9:00pm to get the work done. I can sleep in but it's useless with the lack of office unity. I start getting the calls at 10 in the morning everyday and I always seem to be the guy in the middle that has to provide the solution; Everyone else in the office has their own issues with each other and also bring too much of their personal lives to work and I have to absorb the bitching and complaining and somehow act as the mediator and peacemaker. The lazy samoan guy I work with is insecure about his place in the office and is afraid that he may get the boot. All I can tell him is that he needs to speed up his process, so I've been trying to create shortcuts for the slug. His eight hours of work is equivalent to watching an instant slow motion replay of a regular person work for 45 minutes. Watch him work on something at his own pace and he will be your legal substitute for marijuana. You will lose all perception of time. "You're taking forever! Oh, it's only been 5 minutes? Can you move any faster?". One of the girls that I work with is in denial. I sent her home early after she visited the restroom three times to let Ralph out to play in the porcelain pool. She says she's sick and coming down with something; I say she's pregnant. Mangoes, marshmallows and vinegar chips all over her desk. She never ate that stuff before and I have noticed some weight gain. Typical pregnant woman's diet.

With my current average of about four packs a week, I can save $1000 a year. I have about 14 cigarettes left in the pack of Marlboro's that I bought last night and I told myself that after this pack, I'll cut down the number of sticks I smoke daily by half, eventually to the point that I cut it totally out. During college I smoked a pack of reds a day. Two years ago I started to smoke mediums and switched to lights after about 6 months. Then one pack a day turned into half and now I'm making the attempt to smoke way more less. I know, I know, it sounds pathetic... this masterplan of mine to quit smoking has been in effect for two years, but I can honestly say that I smoke way less than I did three months ago and am just a step closer to completely cutting it out. I have faith that my will power and discipline is solid enough to stop the cravings and more powerful than some nicotine patch. Or I can tell my sis to deliver a big bitch slap if I step outside every hour to get my fix. Smoking for about 8 years and I'm only 25, I think It's time to eventually put the trusty Zippo away and start taking more responsibility in keeping my lungs healthy. I'd hate for my son to lose his daddy over something stupid that can be avoided.

The countdown begins. 14 more cigarettes and 6 days to the Star Wars Trilogy DVD release.

I'll bring it down to 13 now with another can of piss. Why do I bother?