Watching George Carlin do his complaint department schtick last night got me in touch with my inner grumpy old man. I was in Wegman's and this close to St. Patrick's Day, they can't swing a special on the stuff. Strikes me as a cynical "It's Irish, we'll charge what we want" approach. Bastards! I buy the draught cans of the stuff semi-regularly and hate seeing a good beverage reduced to Tchotchkey status.

One of my coworkers was giving me some gentle shit about the parade. "How can you not love it, being actually irish and stuff?" Easy, the parade itself has always been a tad lame. The real fun is the people who come to see it. It's a great reason to get folks together, but as a featured attraction, it's a little wanting. Can't go anyway.

It's March madness alright, or the month my visa card loves me. Already waded through the birthdays of Number one Son, his mom and my mom, only to be greeted today by my older brother getting older. He's 48 today. I, being me, have taken great delight in reminding him that it really isn't one of those cool number ages, say like 43. I need to win a office pool to pay for these high holy days, as I still have my sister's day in a couple of weeks.

Gotta miss the St. Matty's Day party for reasons domestic. Got the youngins with me. I'm not trying to be antisocial. It's just working out that way. Reminds me that I'm 0 for 2 in 07 for parties at the 24, got to reverse that trend soon. Hope it's a great day for you (e:Matthew) . Enjoy.

I get to chat about getting my marketing post back first part of next week. Consider this an official request for good vibes.

I had a feeling it was going to be one of those days. I took my kids to work and number one son slipped and landed on a buttcheek to start the day. After solving that crisis, I went into work where in football parlance, the turk was collecting playbooks. With the exception of myself and another woman in the room, everybody else who wasn't already getting the boot, got it. It was difficult to watch. Another soul from another department noted the presence of one of the higher ups with the comment that no good news ever follows him into the building. So, my office is like that scene in "The Goonies" where the floor is disappearing. Fortunately, it is another shit storm that managed to miss me.

So much so, that my former department wants to have a conversation about me rejoining them. They have a post that is web heavy but capable of all the other marketing/graphic stuff. In essence, after all the foolishness, I might very well wind up where I should have been all along. (e:jason) might want to be my one day intern again soon.

Never a dull moment round the cable farm.......

for some folks in my office. It's been a little manic of late. The poohbahs are training some staff on a new billing system, while others are doing clean up on the overall database, which has left just about every department short staffed.

My current desk is in a room with 11 other people, 9 of whom were fired today. They were told that four jobs are coming back but are radically redefined, basically no guarantee that they have a shot. I know the world makes no guarantees, but damn. I watched it all unfold from a distance and I wouldn't wish that on anybody. Nothing about it that doesn't stink.

Felt a little strange to know that I'm secure, got a raise (maxed out what I possibly could get in fact), & had to enjoy it quietly. The ironic thing is that while these folks have been shown the door in a sense, there has never been more work for them.

Ah, beat goes on I guess.

My little dysfunctional family got together yesterday for brunch to celebrate my ex's turning 44. It was really great. I got to bond a little with my nephew and a good time was had by all. All hail the Ambrosia omelet, didn't need to eat for the rest of the day.

Post martial arts class, number one son and I grabbed his sisters and headed over to the zoo. (e:theecarey) 's post reminded me of it. And I love the area's tourist attractions when the tourists aren't here. I did learn that I'm no animal photog.





Who knew Polar Bears were that stealthy?

I being me had to catch a shot of my three favorite critters


It was a hoot, kind of like having a private showing at the place.

In other news, I got a groovy new phone that can mobile post and works great, except the lens in the camera is fucked up. Everything is upside down in the taken images so I'm off to the Sprint store to plead my case.

Still nothing new on the cable marketing front except said marketing director made a point of coming to see me to say she couldn't do anything for another two weeks. I appreciate that and am trying not to read anything into it. Although, I do wish they'd quit dangling the carrot in front of me and let me have a bite already. Didn't get much of a chance to think about it. We were very shorthanded so I got pressed into customer service on Friday, which on a first friday of the month in the city, you can imagine how much fun that was. 137 customers later, I found I had the night off from everything. I had time and money, but without the giddyap to get off the couch. A few beers and the Sabres game -- thankfully they won -- were the recipe for renewal.

I did get to a little of the Celtic Sessions at Nietzche's yesterday, didn't see anybody I knew, but it was good to get out for a little while, and the two pints put me in a good mood for the rest of the evening.

Happy Sunday ya'all, see ya round the hood maybe..........

My apartment isn't bad, but the landlord took almost a year to repair water damage in my living room and the sun porch was unuseable during the entirety of last summer. I get a renewal notice that included another increase, including a raise for the parking garage. He must have a waiting list for that. There can't be an increase in expense there as the same two 15 watt bulbs illuminate it as when I moved in. If I had enough to do first and last months somewhere, I'd give some thought to maybe seeking other options, but I'm probably going to sign back up for another year.....sigh.

So, Saturday the ex headed to Toronto for a show she wanted to see. Number one Son was going to crash with my ailing self once more, but the girls were going to hold the fort at the house. I gave the speech about nobody in, nobody out, call me when your grandma drops you at home, you need anything call me, etc.

The mom and I catch up sunday.

She: Did you know she spent the night at XXXX?

Me: Wha???

To our mutual eternal credit, we didn't beat the beejzeeus out of her right there and her younger sister really didn't need to have her there, but the stepping out sans any kind of adult acknowledgement has her grounded from any non parental sanctioned/involved activity for the foreseable future. I forgot leaving that leaving a voice mail for your Mom saying you were leaving makes it okay to overlook not having permission. Nevermind that Mom is an another friggin country while the figurehead of a father is just up the street. What a Fool I be? I couldn't help but smirk to myself that when darling daughter approached her mother and me on sunday morning with two friends. We didn't say anything for second till I looked at her wingmen (wingwomen?) and evenly yet with a bit of sinister tone dripping from my voice, commanded "leave now." The two accomplices nearly fell out of their Uggs exiting stage right.

All that parenting has me jonesing for some recreational adult company. I'm heading (e:Dragonlady7) 's note about the celtic themed happy hour at Nietzche's on Saturday and am trying to break the monotony of the work week a little. I started with my first students teaching computer programs (the new system application) at work today and only insomnia keeps me up now.

Sleep has been a little elusive over the past few days. I chalk it up to not being quite right. I dream pretty good, but the mental remote control has been hitting all the bad channels if you know what I mean (and I think you do).

If you missed Countdown tonight, it's worth a look at MSNBC.com to watch Keith Olbermann have at Secretary Rice. Quite hilarious

Happy Monday, ya'all. one down...........

I think the Larkin Building or Wegman's Chicken Parmegian tried to do me in. I ate the Wegman thursday night for dinner and prepped it just like you should. Felt like not wanting to go to work on Friday morning but that is no change so I went. I'm sitting in class not doing great on Friday morning. It ended so I had to head back to work. I stopped at the cafeteria at the Larkin Building to grab a bit and I think it bit me. The more I tried to get something done at the office, the more it seemed like I was moving underwater.

Came home and sat down for a moment and next thing I knew an hour passed by. Went and got the kids and sure enough, I had a fever. Good times. Basically sat and watched tv with them from a distance. Sucker broke saturday morning, but man, that sort of sucked. At 43, I don't think I'm too old for much, but that left me feeling like somebody younger beat me up. Spent saturday lazily hanging out with number 1 son, videogaming, computing, watching the Sabres game which seems to have given me my sea legs back, but oy (and no, I didn't hurl) vey.

Strange capper to a wholly unremarkable week.

There was that report on the news about the doofus who nearly fell into Niagara Falls trying to retrieve his cell phone. I wandered up to see the level of stupidity for myself today. If you go out to Goat Island for optimal Falls viewing, you can traipse to the upper viewing area. Most things are closed and you are blocked by snow and gates from going to the lower area. This doesn't stop chuckleheads from standing atop the snow and posing for photographs, stupidly not realizing that with one false step they are in for a real view, if you know what I mean (and I think you do).

Since this is offseason, a lot is unspoiled, just a few paths created by passing footprints. It seemed like a good place to go play with the new camera.





Can you imagine having that waterslide out your hotel room?

I've been in a "train the trainer" kind of session all week at work. We've been learning a new operational system for Time Warner's computers. Basically, it will hold all customer data in new graphic use surroundings, and will also ease the introduction of digital phone. I know that sounds exciting. I'll pause for a moment while you digest that information. Okay, having mopped the sarcasm, I'll continue.

There are various folks from all departments taking part in this riveting exercise. To my immediate right, is the new marketing manager. After 4 fun-filled days of this, she started chatting me up about "I understand you've done some web site work in the past." My internal lightbulb is glowing with nova brightness by the time she gets this sentence out. She goes on to explain that she could use some backup on the websites since her current coordinator (the doofus who supplanted me) has no abilities in this area. I kept it quick and casually dropped that I knew the content management software pretty well, I did a profit making page from literally scratch as well as applied for the coordinator opening that she has posted. "Awesome, that's cool" was the reply. Since we had to get to work, I left it at that.

Friday morning, I walked into class with a screen capture that I photoshopped off one of the sites I did for adelphia. It can't compare to this site since it was a Frontpage job, but it made money without spending anything. Those kinds of results go far in corporate circles. Again, without making a big production, I handed one to her before our class started. "Obviously, we can't really talk about this here, but if you are interested in having a conversation down the road, I thought this might let you know a little more about what I can do," said our hero, casually handing over the one sheet as he headed for coffee.

She replied, "That's great, can I keep this?" I told her sure and that if there was anything else I could supply her with, let me know.

So, here's hoping there is some there there. Be nice to use that part of my brain before I get too much older.

In other news, the gift card I wrote about turned into an butt kicking laptop from toshiba. I can be one of those pretentious bastards at Spot to take up a label with lots of grafts and charts, only to play Halo while sipping coco mocos. I don't this counts as a mobile post since I'm in my overstuffed chair in the living room, but what the hey.

I'm getting tired of driving in the miniwhite outs, been over a week now and it's losing it's charms. I think it was Tuesday I was picking a rut to stay into on the way to work traveling down the Kensington. THat road doesn't scare me much by Tuesday was one of those times. I got home on Wednesday after a jocularity laden time on the highway only to see the snow plows blocked the driveway. I have a small car and it struggled to make it up the driveway. I had visions of it getting stuck without any wheels touching the ground. It's a little embarrassing to get pity looks from other cars on Delaware while you try to make the ascent to the dry pavement. I did merit applause from the folks at the bus stop by Delaware and Utica.

The little Mitsubishi that could.....