"My style, you can call the art of fighting without fighting"
So I'm sitting here at work doing a whole bunch of mind-numbing tedious work, like talking to a sales rep from Spirit Cruises and acting as though I give a flying fuck about some moonlight cruise that I may have to arrange but probably won't be invited to. I'm still way behind on my Project Mgmt final project and I haven't even looked at the practice exam for Stocks & Bonds. I really hate the Stocks class...I'm not good at finance, I don't care about finance and I hate wasting time, money, and brain cells on this crap. I'm a sales rep. The Corporate Finance class should have been enough I don't know why they're making me take this, too.
The weather is just total crap today. I gotta get back to California or somethin'...I never realized how awful the climate is in the northeast until I lived somewhere else for two years.
But it's not all bad...Patriots keep winning and winter break is almost here. I'll be here most of the time (I better think of a special activity to do with Fire Angel during that time because after last week I owe her), but I think I'll take a brief trip to NYC. I could see Vanessa's neighborhood in Brooklyn and of course I still need to put that bumper sticker on Meermann's car (thought it was funny calling me up to say "Boston Sucks! 19-18!" after game 3, huh? Well let's see how funny it is to drive around White Plains with a Sox World Champs bumper sticker on your Cadillac! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!). Too bad Charis is gone (scuba diving off the coast of NZ with the loser she calls a boyfriend), but there's also Dale and of course Eric...lots of people I need to catch up with over there. Wow I haven't been in NY since my cousin's wedding last year, and I went on such a bender that weekend I can't remember much...