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Dinner For Four
Jun. 29th, 2005 11:24 pmI had a good dinner with Jerry (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goofycubb) tonight over at the 59 Diner - one of the better places for greasy spoon meals here in town. We went with two of Jerry's friends, one his neighbor that I've met before, and another guy. The problem is, I remembered neither of their names. I don't know why this is. It's always a problem I've had. I've even tried the little, repeat their name trick.
Jerry's neighbor is - Anna? Dana? something with an "ah" sound at the end. She's spunky and sassy and seems like the person who would play the slightly crazy, outspoken, next-door neighbor that appears in your average sitcom. Oh, and she's blonde with a small dog. She ordered the Patty Melt.
Jerry's friend I believe was Coy - or maybe it's spelled Koi, like the fish. All I know is that it seemed like it was missing a vowel. Seemed nice enough, but cryptic. He probably feels the same about me. i think he was on his guard since he was called on the table for being bitchy to what's-her-name. We both agreed that the Pride Parade was too long. He had a mushroom cheeseburger, and ate it in a rather no-nonsense way.
Jerry had the hot dog with chili while I had the chicken tenders, not wanting to have an entire chicken fried steak. Really, 59 isn't the best place for CFS, anyway. It was a good meal all around as we talked about Jerry's new job and his upcoming month-long trip to the Mediterranean. Oh, and Jerry's psycho orphan kitty that was dropped on his doorstep.
We came back to Jerry's hose and watched Fire Me, a true train wreck of a hidden camera show where people try to get fired. It totally plays off the idea that most people are too nice, and will give people a lot of leeway. More excuses for bad behavior.
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Earlier today in a team meeting when i had to tell the team that all overtime was being cut for the foreseeable future Melissa said "I need a Sugar Daddy." I replied, "So do I."
All of us supplement our salaries with overtime, and you know that the gravy train will end sometime soon, but this came as a surprise to all of us since just the week before I was told that our overtime budget was A-OK. This plus a stop to our being able to buying company stock in our 401(k) (which I've never done) has us wondering what's going on. Things seem to be pointing towards change, but just what change. We aren't hiring, and we don't have enough people to do the work we have, so I'm not sure what the plan is.
Meanwhile, I continue to look for something new.
(Happy late birthday to Larry,lfkbear!)
goofycubb) tonight over at the 59 Diner - one of the better places for greasy spoon meals here in town. We went with two of Jerry's friends, one his neighbor that I've met before, and another guy. The problem is, I remembered neither of their names. I don't know why this is. It's always a problem I've had. I've even tried the little, repeat their name trick. Jerry's neighbor is - Anna? Dana? something with an "ah" sound at the end. She's spunky and sassy and seems like the person who would play the slightly crazy, outspoken, next-door neighbor that appears in your average sitcom. Oh, and she's blonde with a small dog. She ordered the Patty Melt.
Jerry's friend I believe was Coy - or maybe it's spelled Koi, like the fish. All I know is that it seemed like it was missing a vowel. Seemed nice enough, but cryptic. He probably feels the same about me. i think he was on his guard since he was called on the table for being bitchy to what's-her-name. We both agreed that the Pride Parade was too long. He had a mushroom cheeseburger, and ate it in a rather no-nonsense way.
Jerry had the hot dog with chili while I had the chicken tenders, not wanting to have an entire chicken fried steak. Really, 59 isn't the best place for CFS, anyway. It was a good meal all around as we talked about Jerry's new job and his upcoming month-long trip to the Mediterranean. Oh, and Jerry's psycho orphan kitty that was dropped on his doorstep.
We came back to Jerry's hose and watched Fire Me, a true train wreck of a hidden camera show where people try to get fired. It totally plays off the idea that most people are too nice, and will give people a lot of leeway. More excuses for bad behavior.
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Earlier today in a team meeting when i had to tell the team that all overtime was being cut for the foreseeable future Melissa said "I need a Sugar Daddy." I replied, "So do I."
All of us supplement our salaries with overtime, and you know that the gravy train will end sometime soon, but this came as a surprise to all of us since just the week before I was told that our overtime budget was A-OK. This plus a stop to our being able to buying company stock in our 401(k) (which I've never done) has us wondering what's going on. Things seem to be pointing towards change, but just what change. We aren't hiring, and we don't have enough people to do the work we have, so I'm not sure what the plan is.
Meanwhile, I continue to look for something new.
(Happy late birthday to Larry,
lfkbear!)
