The salt mines are a wonderful place. Just be careful about paper cuts, that shit just doesn't work well.

In preperation for me starting my job in about a week:
-I have begun to drink alone while staying in on a Friday night. This way I am sad, lonely and have no reason to not work
-Watched Office Space last night, while drinking
-Watched Snatch last night, while drinking (my company is based in London)
-Have started to grow the goatee back. This will ensure I am single, and hence, available for more work
-I get angry at code I write for friends
-Use javascript code I do not understand. At all. It works, I have no idea why
-and, most importantly, I have begun to put on weight. This will ensure I am always loathe to move and thus better suited to a desk job

There you have it folks, my work preparation. And yes, I feel this post is nothing but trouble, but possibly very, very funny. Well, I need SOMETHING to keep me entertained while I wait in the unemployment line. So much confidence over here, making jokes about getting fired from a job I haven't started yet.
- posted by Pat @ 7:10 PM

 
I went on a date last night. I also drank stella until 2 in the morning last night. These events are not unrelated.

I, as always, I had hope. Things did not go well. She never understood my sarcasm, that is a deal breaker. I speak in a cryptic language where facial appearance and body posture are far more important then anything I say. This happens, I am not a particularly easy dude to understand. I am not particularly complex, just stupid in how I communicate.

Oh well, these things happen. I will live.

No, I wasn't drinking with her. I ended up at LongBar with McD. Stella is good for the soul. And belly. But not so much for waking up in time to go to lunch with a friend. Shit. My bad, Greg. Gomen.

Oh, I got a job or something. I guess I start on the 24th. Next round is on me.
- posted by Pat @ 3:09 PM

 
Top of the 16th inning during the White Sox-Red Sox game on Sunday, Ed Farmer said:

While space is the final frontier, space on our lineup cards are limited.

Its one of my joys, listening to extra-inning baseball games. The longer the better. You hear the most ridiculous things. The announcers have long since run out of their prepared material so just throw random things out there. This is even better on the radio, because they have to keep talking. On T.V., they can just pipe in the sounds of the game, or the roar of the crowd, because you can keep watching. The best ongoing segments of this extra innings game:

-Who is sleeping where in the stadium?
-Giving fishnets to the ball boys in the outfield.
-EXTENSIVE discussion about the ball boys trips to the umpire.
-Will Farmer make his flight? (hint: no)
-Have the Detroit Tigers gotten back to Detroit after their game in Seattle which started an hour or two later? (hint: they keep saying 'yes')
-Discusions about their scorecards.


We fail to realize how difficult our radio announcers jobs are. It is not easy to talk for 6 straight hours. The only times I've done involved massive amounts of alcohol and no one would ever call me Harry Carry. Heh, or Rick Sutcliff.

A fourth, magical, interview for me with Koby's company is tomorrow. I will let everyone know if I have a job then. Most likely I will call both of you readers. I'm personal like that.

EDIT
Whaugh, holy shit. Ed Farmer and Chris Singleton, the White Sox radio announcers, just spent a solid 15-20 seconds quoting Arnold Schwarzenegger from Eraser Man(maybe) when talking about hoping for a home run:

Do it, do it now!

Over and over and over. Its the bottom of the 19th, these guys have lost their minds. Oh, they are still talking about their scorecards. Good times.
- posted by Pat @ 6:41 PM