Cat Still 2 B Renamed
- Jaguar Shark
- Sleeky Keedy
- Sparky
Business Development
IM with teammate regarding business development opportunities:
Teammate: Oh I hope we can get a shot at this, I really do
Pwylla: ditto, seriously
Teammate: I have to be all over [client] on Monday
Pwylla: eeuw
Teammate: i didn't mean like that but....if that's what it takes....
Pwylla: let's invite him to scotch and steak :)
Teammate: yeah it might be time
Pwylla: b/c i need to press him into the metrics thingie, too
Teammate: 'press him'
Teammate: eeuw
Pwylla: well i have always thought there was only a thin line between consulting and prostitution sometimes
Pwylla: maybe why i always accidentally misspell it "consluting"
Teammate: too funny
Teammate: "ABC Consluting, here... let me tell you about our offerings..."
Pwylla: so, our "Collaboration Services" = 3+somes?
Teammate: gross
Pwylla: hehe
Pwylla: yeah ... we need cuter clients
Teammate: totally
Flashback
Whenever i overhear someone on the street using their Nextel Walkie Talkie phone thingies, my first involuntary reaction is to look around anxiously and say to whomever i am with, "Quick man, put it out - the cops are coming"...
Major Suck
Getting off the bus, carrying too many things, and being the awkward ass that I am, i dropped my laptop. A good 3.5 feet at least. And although it was in a carrying case, it appears that now the monitor is gaffled.
It doesn't get full brightness/intensity, although it is getting some power.. I have to hook it up to a my desktop monitor to be able to even see the mouse. Well, at least itz little brain is still intact and appears to be working correctly.
I would blame Friday the 13th, but in truth, i know itz my own damn klutzy fault.
Upside: i get to use the leeetle screwdrivers again!!!
Gimped Up
Last week i viciously stubbed my left pinky toe. I was pretty sure it was broken b/c it swole up and i couldn't really walk too well on it for a few days. And today, i went and viciously stubbed the other pinky toe.... on the same large, immovable object that i rammed the left one into last week, no less.
Well, at least i'm evenly gimped up now.
New Man in My Life
Work is pretty intense and stressful of late, so what meagre life I have beyond that is entirely (happily) consumed with the Cat To Be Renamed. His personality is starting to show a bit, and soon I think I'll figure out what he really should be called. He is definitely NOT a lap cat, although he is insistent when he wants to be petted, and very particular about how the petting should go down. In fact, he seems to be a bit of a bully.
He actually stalks me around the apartment, and has a predeliction for suprise attacks from behind... but as his previous owners declawed him (for which they should, unequivocally, burn in hell) he does not scratch and claw, but rather runs at full speed and throws all 20+ lbs at me, shoulder/head-first... he has a bit of a NFL linebacker style going on, and has nearly taken my legs out from under me a couple times.
Some names in the running at this point are: Otto, Tobias, Klaus... or maybe Nitschke.
Update: Cat Still Freaked
Although he does venture out now and again, "Pitzi" (to be renamed) is still not entirely too sure things are kosher, yet.
