jimmy

I was on the phone with Madd for a couple of hours last night. It’s been a while since we’ve chatted or hung out. I’m going through some stupid issues right now, and it’s always great to hear her take on it. She has a unique perspective on things that is really refreshing to hear. Plus she’s just about as neurotic as I am so it works out. 🙂

I really have to take a huge shit right now.

I truly thought I had more to say, but I guess not.

Congratulations to klikitak for moving away from the darkness that is the OC and into the Silverlake civilization. We hung out for a bit at Coffee Table which is one of my favorite places to eat over there apart from Rodeo Grill.

After my drinking binge Friday night, I was completely unmotivated to do anything. After I dropped of Nicole, I took a nap at Michael’s. I had intended on catching a movie (either Shrek 2 or Saved), but ended up watching DVDs with him and Caitlin. I don’t care what anyone says, but Once Upon a Time in Mexico is a fun movie to watch.

Oh. Michael finally caught on to my film illiteracy. I’ve never made it a big secret or anything, but eh.

This time next week, I will have the hangover of my life in Vegas. Woo hoo!

Edit: I found some great iRaq posters here.

Night 1 of Get Jimmy Really Fucked Up So He Can’t Think About Work was a smashing success! Although I wasn’t as drunk as I was on my birthday, I was pretty damned wasted. Lovely times lovely times.

Speaking of birthdays, Happy Birthday stacichikami!!!! Sorry I couldn’t make it up there last night. I’ll make it up to you.

I thought I would have things to say, but no. Myup.

Edit!!! I saw my baby last night. She has grown up sooo much. She’s losing the puppy clumsiness and is pretty agile.

Really. This week I have not left any earlier than 5:30. It’s starting to drive me crazy. Fortunately I have hired somebody who will start next week. So this will definitely be a temporary thing.

But I’m so exhausted mentally. I really should have called in sick today. My brain is on overload, and I don’t know if I can take any more work being dumped on me. It seems like this week they added a whole new full-time job to me. I’m just hoping the person I’m hiring will take this load off of me.

That being said, I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY need a drink tonight. The theme for this weekend: Get Jimmy Really Fucked Up So He Can’t Think About Work.

One more thing. On ESPN Radio here in LA, the drive-time DJs have a segment on Thursdays called, “Who Do You Want To Kick Out of LA?” It is a moment of catharsis for sports fans. Right now, my answer to that will be the LA Lakers. Fuck them. That was one of the most miserable performances I have seen from them EVER.

I sometimes rely on my friends to get things off of my chest. Ok. I ALWAYS rely on my friends to do this. But I think I listen to what they need to vent out. So it’s tit for tat.

I have this one friend (let’s call him Narcissus) whom I’ve known for about 13 years. Over the last several years, he has been whining about his problems more and more to me. It was fine since he listened to by problems and gave me some advice.

In the last year, the dialogue has turned more into a soliloquy on his part. I will listen his problems and give him some advice. He will say, “Um, okay” hesitantly and not take what I said into consideration. Fine. Then being the silly person I am, I start in on my problems. The response: –. Dead air. For example, last Friday:

Narcissus: Fuck. I have bone splints in my knee. Problem whine moan bitch.
Me: That fucking sucks dude. Do you need any help moving around?
Narcissus: Nah. I don’t know how I’m going to do things now.
Me: (thinking “Isn’t that just what I offered dumbfuck?”)
Narcissus: Why does this always happen?
Me: I guess it’s that time of the year you break something. Hehehe.
Narcissus: That’s not funny. Why are you so mean?
Me: Oh come now. It’s funny and you know it.
Narcissus: But (more whining).
Me: I’m sorry. Let me know if you need any help.
Narcissus: Thanks.
Me: Yeah. Today my employee quit without notice. So I’m going to go crazy next week.
Narcissus: —
(after 30 seconds)
Narcissus: And I had so many plans. I want to do blah blah blah blah.
Me: Well, I guess you’re fucked. I’ve gotta go. Bye.

He’s turned into an emotional vampire. When I talked to him today, I told him my employee quit on Friday to which he responded he didn’t remember. Right after he said that, he started going into his same old problems.

That fucking did it. I just told him that he’s lost the art of conversation and friendship. He’s taking too much from me, and I don’t feel like dealing with it anymore. The end.

I know he’s going through issues big time, but he needs to realize he’s in his mid twenties. Because he has to deal with his shit doesn’t give him any excuse to become a 15-year old leech.

Skinny Puppy will make it all better.

I’m waiting for my month-end reports to run. They take forever to run, but it gives me some time to fart around for a little bit. Being down an employee, I thought it would take me forever to close May. I guess this whole concentrating-on-one-thing-at-a-time thing is really working out. Go me!

My agenda for tonight: leave work before 6; go home and make dinner; get coffee; write; come home; transcribe; sleep. The only thing that doesn’t look feasable is the leaving work before 6 thing. Ugh.

Goddamn my brain is boring now. I think I’ll stop while I’m ahead.

The sound of people exploding in cheers when Kobe Bryant hit a three-pointer with 2.1 seconds left in regulation to send the game to overtime is sublime. I was watching the game with my mom, and the whole time we were having heart attack upon heart attack each time the lead changed. With that shot, my entire building erupted in cheers. I’ve not heard anything like this ever.

I’m going to need a drink this weekend. Really. These 9 1/2, 10 hour days are going to kill me.

I have 500 things to take care of at work today. Yesterday I handed out the actual vs budget figures for the month of April to all the department heads. I know they’re going to be pissed and ask for detail. So that is probably what I’ll be doing today.

Just to note: we’ve never done any budget analysis in this company before. So I’m just fumbling through it trying to see what is effective. It’s not very time efficient, but what else can I do?

I have another person to interview at 9:30. The lady I interviewed yesterday was really good. I might end up hiring her. We’ll see what happens.

Ten hours of work isn’t too bad right? Let’s see if I can get out by 5 today. Heh.

I really have to poo right now.

As you can tell, I can only think in lists right now. I guess this is my way of trying to get my brain organized. Pfft. Whatever.

Nothing much this weekend. I experimented with the Hemingway school of writing. It yielded some very strange shit I tell ya. It’s not very good. Perhaps I need to get some shrooms and see what happens. That should be interesting.

I’m sitting here trying not to freak out over losing an employee. Whatever. All I’m thinking about is Vegas next weekend. Which means I need to keep on running so my ass will be tight. I need to whore myself and get me a sugar daddy. Well maybe a sugar brother. Yeah. Tee hee.