My brother and his wife have been going through the newborn adoption process for sometime and their tenacity bore fruit. The birth mom did her part and a new baby is headed home with two nervous new parents. New Baby and petrified parents are doing fine.

The new dad forgot the chocolate cigars from Sweet Tooth on his dashboard in his haste, so he now has a chocolate square.

Nice way to end a forgettable week.

I did have something nice and unexpected happen this morning. My daughter called me between classes today.

"Dad, you have to be at the Sabres games next week?"

Yeah, I cleverly reply.

"Do you think one of those could be a Take your daughter to work kind of thing?"

Wow, made my day, maybe it is darkest before......

Sorry for yesterday's rants peeps, the bastards have been getting to me and I was walking around feeling like the air was getting sucked out of every room I walked through, resulting in that devastatingly handsome current user pic.

I apologize....it's gonna be alright (curtis mayfield just told me so)

Night

I thought the patronizing insulting events of being undervalued and the crappy dinner at the Chophouse (courtesy Music Choice) could be soothed by an stroll through Elmwoo by night. The answer was no.

I didn't see a familar face which too sucked and was a good thing. I think if I started talking about the insanity of it all, I would have just lost it.

They're trying to find work, I try to console myself. It doesn't work, because they need to do better. I'm good at what I do and have worked so it's not arrogance to say that my group is better with me. What I do is fairly trivial in the grand scheme of things, but to get basically get offered a rotating registers is flat out fucking insulting.

I clicked on a pile of epeeps my spaces and I apologize. I guess I was looking for sympathetic cyber shoulders to lean on. There is a lot of disingenuous bullshit floating around the cable company and I guess I was trying to reach out to real people.

I've never been in this situation before. I get universal praise for my work (the full page ad in the news last sunday was me) from all the stuff shirts, but it doesn't seem to matter.

If this reads like venting, I guess that's because it is.

Bounced a check, my car cd player broke and had my intelligence insulted.

It's been a full, fucking day.

Off to go apply a tourniquet to my self-esteem

Later

My current bosses hauled me into an office today, wishing to know where my head was at. I'm still not sure. I suppose I should be grateful for their trying, but they want me to think about being a roving office person in order to stay on the Adelphia pay roll when Time Warner comes to town.

I think after the all the extended day leaving me no more rewarded, doing all the commericals, doing all the ads and sundry other print crap, plus all the other stupid ass marketing crap, they want to make me a glorified counter person.

They were spinning it as seeing another side of the operations. I spin as I'm in marketing too.

Anybody hiring?

Well, not really, but it's a maybe. My lovely firm is partnering with ESPN for a party Sunday night at Pearl Street. So, I have to work, but at least drink is involved. It's for Sunday night baseball. C'mon down peeps. You can get cable swag and I'm working on getting the important stuff (beer) (and food) discounted

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