I bought this vest at a thrift store for 2 dollars - sweet!
It's my way of making fun of all the people that wear them.
It's a Sag Harbor btw.
There are certain types of ladies that wear Sag Harbor... haha it's cheesey I bet you can figure it out!
I'm going to throw up a bunch of random stuff Cuz I Feel Like It.
Notice the fishie in the background
His name is Alberto.
Al-Bear-tho,make sure you say it right, bitch, otherwise he'll jump out that bowl so fast and show you what a Siamese Fighting Fish is all about!
and FYI - I'm not the only one that 'dressed appropriately' for the last day in the office before Christmas!
Here's Jon rockin the overalls and a Grinch Tie.
Why?
Cuz he's fucking cool like that.
I gave a select few of my coworkers gifts.
Yeah, I'm THAT chick at the office.
One of the guys that opened his gift yesterday was SO EXCITED.
I couldn't believe it.
This is the first Christmas gift I've gotten this year. You don't get many when you're older, then it's all about the kids.
He proceeded to rip off the wrapping paper like a giddy little kid!
When he got the Golf-theme Desk Bookends out of the box he was floored!
The look on his face was precious and he was touched.
That's why I do it, that look!
Very satisfying.
It was an extremely appropriate gift, since we're 'In the Business' where playing Golf is damn near mandatory.
He's a Golf Lover, and I figured he'd like another golf-themed piece to grace his office. I'm so thoughtful.
I'm glad he liked it so much, he's going to be my new boss.
I rock.
CEO-Bossman won't receive his gift from me until next week.
I got him a 3-pack of cacti. I need to go back to IKEA and get the nifty-difty 3-pot holder thingy for em...
Why Cacti?
Cause he can't keep a regular friggin plant alive in his office.
I just hope he doesn't think I think he's a prick - cactus, prickly, ouch - you get it? haha Monday night I went to the High Life Lounge in my Goodwill shirt.
Orange Flowers.
Stretchy.
Sleeves that Flare from the elbow down.
In other words, Fucking Awesome.
We drank some Grain Belt.
Best. Shitty Beer. Ever.
Oh yeah, those are bowling pictures behind us.
The High Life Rocks.
It was a JJs Reunion of sorts.
Besides my two best buds in the pic, The Big O and Nick 'Naked Hummus' Rich and Theresa were present.
We had all worked at the same store in downtown Ames
Nick was a shift manager, I, a lowly inshopper, Rich a delivery driver, and then Theresa, I got her hired, she got Beckman hired, and he got Owen hired!
Amazing.
Anyway, the office is eerily quiet today, less than half the office will be here Tuesday!
Including me!
Yes, Spicy is heading back to Chi-town.
A Spicy Christmas includes making something like 50 pounds of tamales on Christmas Eve with the Mexican family and then sitting around eating them, catching up, watching tv, and drinking beer.
Awesome.
I'm sure to stuff my face and do some shopping the other days as well...
Oh I was wrapping gifts last night and I happend to actuall LOOK at a Target Bag:
How long has this been going on?!
Let's see, I've done
Numbers 1, 2, 7, and 9.
Water Balloon?!
They are confident enough in their plastic bag quality that they think it would hold water long enough for me to hurl at someone/thing?!
I might have to test that one.
If you're using a whole taget bag for an ice pack for a head lump, you should prolly seek medical attention.
A lump that big, it's got to be a Tumor.
Sorry to inform ya, buddy, it's cancer.
Alright enough babbling, Pi!
I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas, if you're travelling, I hope you arrive safely!
For all my Canadian Homies,enjoy the shopping madness that is Boxing Day,not a shopper?Enjoy another day off with the family!
I've known for awhile that I'm not as Mexican as I was previously told
How much not-as-Mexican?
Supposedly I was told earlier this year, but I wasn't listening.
Your Grandfather is also part Italian, but he's isn't sure how much, he didn't really know his parents
That's the line I had been fed for awhile.
Now the truth comes out.
Well, your grandfather didn't want to let it be known that we were part italian because there were families involved with the mob living in the area. I went to school with mob kids.
Thanks, Dad.
I'm no longer 50% Mexican.
I'm 37.5% Mexican and 12.5% Italian.
I'm a Pseudo-Guido Seed.
Which kinda explains why we have a last name that might be Italian
I've always loved Italian food.
Hell I make a mean white wine sauce.
Love Gaahhhlic. I loved The Sopranos. By this highly scientific set of criteria, I just may be Italian.
After a few drinks at the office we all ventured out to Ohana Steakhouse
You were a little fuzzy(see picture)
You make good stories
The coat thing was hilarious. . .
The coat thing?!
CEO mimicking the Pi: I didn't take your fuckin' coat, it's MY coat, it's a worthington, my mother gave it to me!
haha oh boy, sounds like something I'd say...
And Now:The night as I remember it...
We popped open the booze a little after 4pm at the office.
Yes, I got paid for an hour of drinking.
2 glasses of wonderful Reisling, down the hatch, or was it 3?
Head to Ohana, where myold-as-my-dad co-workerbellies up to the bar and orders a Sake Bomb.
A half glass of beer and a shot of sake are placed in front of him
So what do I do now?
We explained it to him and he chugged er down, without a word of complaint or a funny face.
Impressive.
I get a beer and we congregate in the room with 4 grill that we will be dining in..there was around 30 ppl there
CEO and Admin-Head are chatting away, being the brown-noser that I am,I jump in to the conversation.
Did you see so-and-so do a Sake Bomb? I'm thinking about doing one myself, but I'm not sure I NEED it.
They egg me on.
Time for a disclaimer...OK, just to let you know, I hold back quite a bit at work, if I do this Sake bomb, I can guarantee my Steph is going to hang out.
They order one for me.
Thanks, Management.
Admin-Head even held my beer while I did it. I could see people staring out of the corner of my eye as beer dripped down my chin...
Aaahhhhhh
A funny after-taste, but not bad at all.
We're seated and start looking at the menu.
I'm analyzing the Martini section....
French Martini:Stoli Raz, Chambord, pineapple juice
Sounds good. I order one...
Waiter: Vodka or Gin?
Vodka, ya freak, that's what the menu says.
Is Grey Goose okay?
WTF...um yeah...
What arrives is a clear martini with a lemon and lime slice in it...
And it tastes like rubbing alcohol.
Barely drinkable, even in my state of buzz.
Rather than send it back, Spicy adds ice and a little bit of lime juice, nurses it all during dinner, switches tables for better conversation and then spills it on a co-worker.
Awesome.
But no worries, he was drinking Warm Sake. He likes to share.
Lucky me!
Dinner, oh yeah totally flirted with the chef. So much so that I was getting looks from a couple of divorced prudish coworkers...haha yeah Spicy was totally hanging out.
How Spicy? Hah well I failed to rock the chopsticks and dropped my first bite right on my sweater.
Double Awesome points.
After warm sake I felt the French Martini deserved another chance. I ordered it at the bar.
What I received looked like this and it was delicious: Even if I couldn't hold it steady and spilled it on no less than 5 people.
Apparently I took a picture with a coworker in the bathroom. haha barely remember doing that.
and no, it's not naughty you pervs.
So we're all happy and taking up what little room there was around the bar...so now what?
We head to a bar!!
We're all lit up so it's a Fantastic Idea.
I tag one of my coworkers to drive me, grab a black leather jacket off the coat rack, and off we go!
The bar is literally in the strip mall across the street, so it's a quick drive and I have no idea what was said.
I leave the coat in the car, no biggie.
Someone buys me a drink. Tequila Sunrise, of course.
We're all hanging out by this foozeball table,I think I bumped my elbow on it, cuz I have this pretty serious looking bruise(discovered the next day)
OpsHead accuses me of taking her coat off the rack.
That's when Spicy started swearing and probably gesturing and really slurring words...
Apparently, Very Entertaining.
She's given keys to go out to Driver's car, and guess what, it was her coat.
So Driver, being the good guy that he is, goes back to the restaurant to retrieve my coat, having to explain that he wasn't stealing it, it was left by his drunken co-worker...
After that, I got pretty chummy with another hammered coworker, I kinda remember that.
You two were quite the pair!
haha, great.
After awhile people start to leave.
I always seemed to have a drink in my hand.
Tom gave me a 20 and made me promise I'd use it to grab a cab home and to work the next day.
Then I look around.
It's just me and Hammered.
He's married btw.
Next thing I know, Hammered is laying it on.
Thick.
Gross.
He's a little on the strange side. married. he's a bond analyst. blahhhhhh
Then he tried to kiss me. Ok time to bail. But what to do? Your car is at the office, and you're hammered at a bar.
Call Mr. Squeeze, we were going to hang out anyway...
Mr. Squeeze agrees to come pick me up.
9:50pm. I escape!
Last I saw Hammered he was stumbling after me...
We head back to my apartment, where I decide I need s'more wine.
Mr. Squeeze, being The Nice Guy Award Winner for 10 years straight, even comes back in the morning and drives me to work.
Nice. my coworkers think he's a stud.
Friday at work was rough.
Reallly rough.
Hammered has started sending me emails.
wtf is it with married men and the Pi?
An interesting night...I think we've all bonded, finally.
I have this fantastic storyabout how drunk I was last night at the company holiday party but i'm too damn hungover,tired, bored, hungry,and unmotivated to actually throw it together! Instead you get this funny picture.
The humanity that I'm exposed to most is here at the office...
Let's talk about Heinous Office Crimes.
Treats
If you're in the Holiday Spirit and want to share it, I say enjoy!
Thing is this Holiday Spirit often manifests itself in the form offattening treats.
Last week, I made fudgey brownies.
Today we have fancy chocolates laying about,begging to be eaten. (they're delicious btw...)
It's as if people are saying, 'Here! Enjoy work! Fatten that ass a little more!'
Noise Offenses
Clicking your penover and over and overclick-click...click-click...
Yes, I know you LOVE to do it.So do I. Get a stress ball instead.
A Stress Breast will make you popular with management!
Tapping your finger on your desk to the music in your headphones.
Singing/humming.
Nothing makes me want to break out my Red Swingline and bash heads like a humming co-worker.
Talking on the phone loudly.
If you have a voice that carries, you most likely are aware of it.
Please take it to a conference room if you know it's going to be lengthy.
Some people are really bothered by the pitter-patter of fingers on a keyboard.It doesn't bother me one bit, in fact, I enjoy it.And the bubbling gurgley sound the water cooler makes.
Olfactory Offenses.
The most Heinous of the Bunch.
Stinky feet/Farting
Yes, I know it's more comfy without your shoes, and maybe easier to work that way, but it's distracting to others...and GROSS
Letting one rip occasionally isn't a big deal. I'm talking about Chronic Flatulence. Eew.
Keep some Gold Bond, Dr. Scholl's, or air freshener in your drawer if you must...eesh
If the embarrassment ofusing a half-can of Glade a day doesn't bother you, more power to ya.
Food.
We already know it's poor etiquette to have hot food in your cubicle.
Cold food could also be offensive.
One word: Onions.
I LOVE onions.I cook with them all the time.I don't mind when their scent lingers on my hands for a day after I chop them...but to smell them from my desk will only conjur thoughts ofdeli sandwiches and delicous flaky onion rings...mmm....
Food gone wrong is The Worst Office Offense.
Burnt Popcorn.
Could their possibly be something that lingers longer and smells worse than that?!
Someone burned popcorn on the other side of the office last week, in the break room. In order to illustrate how badly the popcorn was burned,I've drawn this detailed diagram of the office:
As you can see the stench traveled from a large, well ventilated room with a securely closing door,then around multiple cubes and conference rooms before it arrived atMy Pristine Zen Cube.
My Zen was broken.
Shattered.
I'd rather huff the smell of burnt rubber from a paper bag.
What sort of atrocities have you experienced at work?
Hmmm I must think of a punishment befitting of these crimes...
We got a little drunk, danced a little funny and a good time was had by all.
Here he is totally blasted.I couldn't quite get the red-eye removal thingy to work on his left eye, when it did, it gave him this really creepy look, so I left it...
Crazy how all this blog shit ties people together, isn't it?
hmmm I feel a list coming on...
I also ran into a co-worker that had just come from a Sweater Party.
This must be a new thing, cuz I've never heard of it.
Basically you wear the ugliest sweater you can find to the party.
Here's everyone's favoriteStar Trek TNG star, Wil Wheaton in a hideous sweater.
I enjoy wasting company time and resources. Outside of work, I get a kick out of making people uncomfortable by asking personal questions and suggesting blatently explicit action. "You're the reason people are shy," is one of the best compliments I've ever received.