I found the place for the next TiB meet-up: ...that's right, it's a trampoline bridge that spans the Seine. Hasnt been built yet but one can hope. Of course, I can only imagine that getting ricocheted into that putrid water would be a fate worse than death and there would be non-stop injuries if it was built. Just once, I would like impulsive awesomeness to be put ahead of cost. Is that so much to fucking ask?
Busy week, getting ready to head to the UK tomorrow evening. I will actually get to see St. Andrews, play a round at another course in Scotland, and see the Tour De France in London - as they're doing a leg there this year. Hoping to find a fun place to spend 4th of July in Scotland, could be pretty awesome. I hate flying, but once I'm there, it should be awesome. Edit: That Nola chick is insanely hot. Wow.
What a crazy week so far. The new gig is going great... lots of hard work, but after letting some people go and setting some expectations, I have a fantastic team and they're all incredibly excited and I couldn't ask for more. On top of that the co-founders are thrashing around with the expectation of closing our first major round of financing tomorrow. So after being a small startup for 2 years, we're going to be getting a huge multi-million dollar cash infusion. Seems like I picked a great time to hop on board. Hit some major milestones a couple days early so the office went out to see a local AA ball game. Office picked up the tab for some hot dogs and lots of beer and we enjoyed a mediocre game in some great summer night weather in the mountains. And then a mediocre blow-out of a game (12-1 top of the 8th for the visitors) turned into a GREAT game when there was a bench-clearing brawl on second base. (The 2nd base ump made a couple of REALLY shitty calls that just pissed everyone off). And all this time the local announcer was getting drunk. And fucking up the music that he was playing during the delays in the game... as in he couldn't figure out how to shut it off, and then cranked a couple of the songs that he REALLY liked, and let them play way, way too long. So the home plate ump told him to "shut the fuck up and stop playing music", and then the announcer said "fuck you, get some glasses", and it just got better from there. Then the second bench-clearing brawl happened. By this time it was almost 11pm and there were only about 10 of us left in the stands (game started at 6:30), but we stayed and laughed our asses off watching the end of the game, including a 5 run, bottom of the 9th comeback attempt (along with 2 more game ejections for fighting and mouthing off). It seems that even when playing shitty college-level ball, we're hockey players at heart. Great night. And tomorrow my place gets totally re-roofed (which is the entire exterior of the house as it's an A-frame 2-story cabin), and some major work in the kitchen. All in all it's shaping up for a fun weekend.
Noland, talking to a guy from New Orleans and he's saying Bon Creole Lunch House (some dirty hole in the wall) is The Bomb. Any idea?
My wife is going border shopping in the States for the weekend, I'm taking my daughter to T-dot tomorrow. Club seats for the Jays game and showing her the Science Centre. Awesomenesses.
Yeah, well, tomorrow I have to go to a sexual harassment seminar and then I'm going to the theater and dinner with my mother. Don't tell me I don't know how to live.
Why not just toss in a combo colonoscopy/root canal procedure to really bring the day from good to great?
That's a lot more fun than a fucking sexual harassment seminar. Fuck, I'd kill myself if I was ever made to sit through one of those again. On SATURDAY no less, Noland you deserve to get shitfaced for that. In fact, show up drunk and hit on chicks.
The HR liaison at my first job out of school was a middle-aged woman who would get very drunk and handsy at company parties and outings.
The hardest part of this whole stupid thing is going to be convincing the halfwits I work with to shut the fuck up. Don't ask questions, don't make comments, don't laugh, don't do a fucking thing; just sit there, keep your mouth shut and it will be over.
I once got a write up for sexual harassment at my old job. It was bullshit though. There was this supervisor chick who was a real bitch to me all the time and she was complete trash to boot. She would always sit in the breakroom talking to her friends about the guy she fucked the night before. Alluding to his dick size. Far from offensive to me, but it just made my opinion of her sink even lower. So one day I'm talking to a buddy of mine while we are doing work in one of the aisles. And we are both bitching about her to each other. And I said something along the lines of her getting DP'd by a bunch of Puerto Ricans. Well, one of her friends overheard me say that and went running to HR. The best part was when I got brought into the office to see the store manager and the HR lady. The manager was this overly religious and super conservative guy. He had to read out loud what I was being accused of. The cute little HR chick turned bright red and he was sweating. They wanted the meeting to be done yesterday. The write up disappeared in 3 months and she was still sucking dick in fast food parking lots with guys from the ghetto.
Do you actually work with adults that have to be reminded of that? Granted they can't drive forklifts worth shit but come ON... I think the worst part will be if they play "situation videos" performed by the level of actors that WTN wouldn't even give a call-back for. "Cringe-worthy" doesn't begin to describe watching them.
I know in the military when an incident happens, the higher ups respond by making everybody attend a powerpoint about sexual harassment (which meant, I shit you not, every couple of months they would have to attend one for a couple hours). Plus they'd have regularly scheduled annual ones. Either of these could be why his place is having one now.