The One Who Told You So


There were more shit-storms at work the past two weeks. I was not completely immune to this round of disturbances but succesfully avoided any collateral damage. Last week there was a major corporate visit...I'm talking el vice-presidente, very major. He was not completely satisfied and scheduled regular visits for the remainder of last and this week.

Secondarily, there was an incident. I was not involved nor witnessed this occurence, but somehow interest was pointed towards me. The initial meeting was not nice...at all. After a vague and awkward introduction, the sit-down began. I was not prepared, stumbled over my words, and because I had no idea what was going on I withheld information. At the conclusion I exited, sighed, and called a co-worker to give a heads-up of the events.

The exchange was a hilarious and included the most vulgar double entendres. As only Pesci and an idoit such as myself can pull off, I mentioned how they were breaking my balls and how my ass was chewed out without any explainations. After a pause, realization, and laughter I cleared things up a bit and received the assurance that they were in my corner... only to be told they'd have to call me back because they were on their way to an orgy. Funny guy.

That eased the tension a bit. After cancelling all of my classes this week there was another improvised two hour meeting with the same party. After being briefed, I was well-informed and prepared. For the first time I knew what was going on and became fully cooperative and at times, threw a few managers under the bus. The day ended with my participation in a very interesting and productive root cause analysis to minimize the posibility of this incident from occuring again.

Sunday morning I went to the MAC (Midtown Art Cinema) and was engulfed in a documentary about Donald Crowhurst called Deep Water. Look him up on Wikipedia and you would want to see the film.
I hear a lot of buzz about The Valley of Ellah so I'm going to check it out next Sunday.

I'm sure I've mentioned Moving Mountains shattering faces, Pela dislocating mandibles, and Shapes & Sizes extracting fingernails one by one in previous posts but I thought I'd bring them up again. As far as indie music goes, this is how it should be done. Mobius Band electrocutes nipples and are worth an honest listen.


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