Ever since Kat had her cans enlarged she has been wearing low cut tops. Hey you drop a few grand I guess you want to show off what you paid for. I already mentioned how every guy in the company came over "Just to make sure she was OK"., but it's been a few weeks now.
They can't use that excuse anymore. Fortunately I work with smart guys who can find excuses to look at her fake cans.
For example:
"Kat, was there an email about the meeting?" Kat replies: "Yes I sent it to you."
"Oh ok, I must have missed it."
The dude got a fucking email. He just wanted to stare. It's like in school when the first chick gets boobs. All of these dudes are falling over themselves for her.
She was telling me how she is back with her ex. She just got the divorce finalized a few months ago and now is getting back with him. This is a smart dude. He makes the move about 3 weeks before the boobs get put in.
He then does all the shit work like taking care of the house and kids while she is recovering and shows her "he has really changed". So now she is back together with him.
She was telling me and this other guy I work with about it. She was like "yea we're really trying to make it work. I called all of the guys I was seeing and told them that I couldn't see them anymore."
All of the guys she was seeing? I have a wife and a kid and I don't have time to go out. How does a mom of 3 have time to go out with multiple people?
Wait I know how. If the chick is getting the fake cans, then these dudes make time according to her schedule. So anyway she is telling me how she is getting back with her ex and I just pipe up.
"Kat let me stop you for a moment. I've seen this movie a few times. It's going to be fine for a bit, but then something is gonna happen and your gonna say it's his fault. Once that happens he's out again right?"
She told me they were really trying because the kids loved having their dad over. Yea she also told me 2 guys ago that they really loved her last BF. I think maybe the kids just want something stable. What do I know though.
The best happened yesterday though. I mentioned that I am now working with our European group. We finally got one of them here for proper training. His name is Vincent and he is from France. So I finally meet him face to face. Great guy, real smart. I have a really good feeling about him. So we meet and he comes to my desk and I offer to show him the lab and the equipment. He says that Kat is going to show him the lab.
Now Kat knows where the lab is located, but she has no idea what the equipment is in there. It's not her job. She don't need to. So I explain this to my french friend. He then says that after he gets his tour from Kat, he'll see me for the lab tour.
Then it happens.
Kat comes over to shoot the shit for a minute. She is wearing a super low cut shirt. (At this point its just funny because she is screaming "look at them!" As soon as someone asks for that kind of attention I tend to go in the opposite direction and ignore them.) You would think Vincent was stranded on an island for about 15 years. She is talking to us about her weekend and Vincent is just staring at her chest.
He's not saying a word. He's just staring.
I think I know why he wanted that tour.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Driving to pain...
Busy weekend at Casa de Pavao. I taught the boy how to change the oil in the cars. I think we might need to go over that again. After that I did a ton of yard work. I planted some flowers and set up a little sprinkler system.
The boy seems to enjoy doing these things. That's good because when he is 12 he's going to be doing it while I play video games. We've been playing soccer a lot lately too. Our dog loves to play as well, and the boy has really taken to it.
Last year I had taken the boy to the driving range and he did as well as a 2 year old would do. He seemed to have fun, but didn't get the concepts. Now the boy is almost 3 and this time was a little different. He was actually hitting the golf balls and enjoying time with dad.
I am horrible at the driving range. I can't hit the ball straight to save my life. It was proven fairly obviously as the boy was in the next station beside me hitting golf balls. I go for a swing and it hits him in the leg. I am aiming 1 way and the ball goes 90 degrees in the other direction to hit the boy.
Only me.
He starts crying and says he wants to go home. The boy needs to man up more. He cries far too often over the littlest things. I love my son and he is smart as hell. I can talk to him like I talk to an adult, but I really cannot tolerate his whining. I realize that he almost 3 and not 15, but I'm trying to break him out of these bad habits.
He's been telling me "I can't" lately. I HATE that. It's such an easy crutch to fall on. I finally pulled the boy aside and told him to stop that stuff. He can do whatever he wants, and that saying "I can't" is not the way to be.
This blog is crap. It's incoherent, but I felt I owed my 1 reader something for missing last week.
The boy seems to enjoy doing these things. That's good because when he is 12 he's going to be doing it while I play video games. We've been playing soccer a lot lately too. Our dog loves to play as well, and the boy has really taken to it.
Last year I had taken the boy to the driving range and he did as well as a 2 year old would do. He seemed to have fun, but didn't get the concepts. Now the boy is almost 3 and this time was a little different. He was actually hitting the golf balls and enjoying time with dad.
I am horrible at the driving range. I can't hit the ball straight to save my life. It was proven fairly obviously as the boy was in the next station beside me hitting golf balls. I go for a swing and it hits him in the leg. I am aiming 1 way and the ball goes 90 degrees in the other direction to hit the boy.
Only me.
He starts crying and says he wants to go home. The boy needs to man up more. He cries far too often over the littlest things. I love my son and he is smart as hell. I can talk to him like I talk to an adult, but I really cannot tolerate his whining. I realize that he almost 3 and not 15, but I'm trying to break him out of these bad habits.
He's been telling me "I can't" lately. I HATE that. It's such an easy crutch to fall on. I finally pulled the boy aside and told him to stop that stuff. He can do whatever he wants, and that saying "I can't" is not the way to be.
This blog is crap. It's incoherent, but I felt I owed my 1 reader something for missing last week.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Well? Lets see them.....
So Kat the secretary came back to work this week. She had been out for about ten days because she just had major surgery.
When she came in my boss and a few of the other guys all went to her desk to make sure she was feeling ok. That's what I like about this place. Everyone cares about everyone.
Sure when I cut my head open and got 4 staples at work and had a broken toe, my immediate supervisor never asked how I was feeling. Then again KAt just had breast implants so I guess he had more reason to go see her.
I sit in the back at my office and was just laughing as these 40-50 year old men with daughters 5 yrs younger than Kat were just surrounding her and making sure she was ok.
Kat was a real trooper. She said she was holding up fine, but had a hard time sleeping because she also had a tummy tuck so that with her sore breasts were really tough to deal with.
My boss suggested she get a body pillow to help her sleep at night. I think we found the humanitarian of the year.
Kat was also saying how she couldn't lift more than five pounds so she had to have her ex husbamd and parents come over and take care of her one year old.
This other guy just nodded knowingly and said "That must be really difficult, not being able to hold your baby."
I'm sorry, I thought this broad just got new tits, everyone is acting like she got hit by a truck while saving a group of orphans.
It's very funny because you know these dudes just want to see them. She goes on about how proud she is that she paid for them herself, worked two jobs to get the money for it. Of course that money couldn't have been used for her three kids, but whatever.
Why am I not going nuts for these fake protrusions like everyone else? Is it because I am married and love my wife?
It is not. I love my wife, but I'm a guy and when there is a beautiful girl with fake cans I notice.
This is not the case.
Fake boobs don't equal hot to me. Fake boobs on a hot girl equal hot to me.
Also as a dad and a husband I realize that there are just some things that I want that instead of getting them right away, they need to be put on hold or not gotten at all.
These things are no where in the range of the cost of elective plastic surgery, but they are things I want.
Things I have to save for, or wait around my birthday or Christmas to get for myself as a treat.
Now I am talking about shit like a wireless receiver for my xbox. It's like 90 dollars, but I would feel guilty spending that cash on myself when I have a son and a pregnant wife at home. I'm saving pocket cash for it though and when I have enough I'll get it.
So it kinda cheeses me that she complains about one of her exes not helping with the kids and she drops 4-7 thousand (I just did a quick online check) for this surgery. Shouldn't your kids come first? That kind of money would be the nice start of a college fund for all 3 kids.
Instead she has old men swinging by her cube to "See how she is feeling." She emailed us last week and told us that she would be working from home because she has drainage tubes coming out of her stomach from the tummy tuck.
Finally this guy I work with walks up and says what all the middle aged men couldn't say.
"Well? Lets see them." Kat was wearing a sweat shirt that left everything to the imagination. She explained that she was wearing a sports bra and a special support of some kind because they were still bruised.
I gotta tell you, between drainage tubes and bruised boobs, only two words enter my mind:
So hot.
She's not a bad person at all. She is really nice actually, I just don't agree with her decision is all.
In other news I have been back on the treadmill after a month off with my toe debacle. Going from 4 miles to 1.5 is rather humbling.
Back to it and have a great weekend.
When she came in my boss and a few of the other guys all went to her desk to make sure she was feeling ok. That's what I like about this place. Everyone cares about everyone.
Sure when I cut my head open and got 4 staples at work and had a broken toe, my immediate supervisor never asked how I was feeling. Then again KAt just had breast implants so I guess he had more reason to go see her.
I sit in the back at my office and was just laughing as these 40-50 year old men with daughters 5 yrs younger than Kat were just surrounding her and making sure she was ok.
Kat was a real trooper. She said she was holding up fine, but had a hard time sleeping because she also had a tummy tuck so that with her sore breasts were really tough to deal with.
My boss suggested she get a body pillow to help her sleep at night. I think we found the humanitarian of the year.
Kat was also saying how she couldn't lift more than five pounds so she had to have her ex husbamd and parents come over and take care of her one year old.
This other guy just nodded knowingly and said "That must be really difficult, not being able to hold your baby."
I'm sorry, I thought this broad just got new tits, everyone is acting like she got hit by a truck while saving a group of orphans.
It's very funny because you know these dudes just want to see them. She goes on about how proud she is that she paid for them herself, worked two jobs to get the money for it. Of course that money couldn't have been used for her three kids, but whatever.
Why am I not going nuts for these fake protrusions like everyone else? Is it because I am married and love my wife?
It is not. I love my wife, but I'm a guy and when there is a beautiful girl with fake cans I notice.
This is not the case.
Fake boobs don't equal hot to me. Fake boobs on a hot girl equal hot to me.
Also as a dad and a husband I realize that there are just some things that I want that instead of getting them right away, they need to be put on hold or not gotten at all.
These things are no where in the range of the cost of elective plastic surgery, but they are things I want.
Things I have to save for, or wait around my birthday or Christmas to get for myself as a treat.
Now I am talking about shit like a wireless receiver for my xbox. It's like 90 dollars, but I would feel guilty spending that cash on myself when I have a son and a pregnant wife at home. I'm saving pocket cash for it though and when I have enough I'll get it.
So it kinda cheeses me that she complains about one of her exes not helping with the kids and she drops 4-7 thousand (I just did a quick online check) for this surgery. Shouldn't your kids come first? That kind of money would be the nice start of a college fund for all 3 kids.
Instead she has old men swinging by her cube to "See how she is feeling." She emailed us last week and told us that she would be working from home because she has drainage tubes coming out of her stomach from the tummy tuck.
Finally this guy I work with walks up and says what all the middle aged men couldn't say.
"Well? Lets see them." Kat was wearing a sweat shirt that left everything to the imagination. She explained that she was wearing a sports bra and a special support of some kind because they were still bruised.
I gotta tell you, between drainage tubes and bruised boobs, only two words enter my mind:
So hot.
She's not a bad person at all. She is really nice actually, I just don't agree with her decision is all.
In other news I have been back on the treadmill after a month off with my toe debacle. Going from 4 miles to 1.5 is rather humbling.
Back to it and have a great weekend.
Friday, May 11, 2007
the rat and the race....
I have been at this new job for about 10 months. I feel like I am fooling everyone here into thinking I know more than I do. Of course, my team comes in and shows me I have nothing to worry about.
They aren't bad people by any stretch, they just aren't what you would call concerned about their job.
I was raised to live in fear of losing your job. I tend to not want to have any kind of team lead or anything resembling myself having to be responsible for others. If they screw up it falls on me.
Well good luck with that.
I have been coming in between 5 and 6 am since January to help out with European issues. We had hired a new director and he needed some help so I volunteered.
I love the hours but it was becoming apparent that I was not a fan of this director. Neither it seems were his people.
His main guy in Europe quit, so I became the main guy. We sent one of our guys from the US to live in Europe and he quit like 4 minutes after he got there.
I was now supporting a continent from across the ocean with at the time 6 months of experience.
No pressure.
The new director hired another guy about a month ago, and he has been slowly picking things up. They also hired a new guy last week.
Then they fired the director.
My director is now the worldwide support director and has pretty much elevated me to team lead for these European guys.
Now I see why this has to happen. There is no one there to train them. I am in early and I have the most experience based on me being here longer than them.
That said, I haven't even been here a year and now my company is telling our customers in Europe that I am the guy who will be the lead for any issues they have. On top of that I have to manage and train these guys, I have to have daily meetings with them (I hate meetings). I have to manage customers.
I had a meeting with my director yesterday and he told me how he hoped next year I would join him for a conference in Germany to train our partners as well.
Trip to Germany? Fun
Training foreigners, dealing with accents and language barriers while battling your own concerns about your mastery of the technology, protocols and the product? Not so much.
Of course I can't tell my boss that I don't want to do this. It wasn't what I was hired for and I am certainly sure this is not what they wanted, but right now it is what is needed. I am glad that they don't think I am a total fuck up and can handle this, but at the same time this week has been too much, too fast and I feel overwhelmed.
I have a paper due Monday and my final in environmental science as well. The wife and the boy are going to Vermont tomorrow to visit relatives and I'll be able to finish my fence and that work. I think after that I'll grab a nice showe and go see "Hot Fuzz". I'll probably finish the day with a marathon of video games.
Hopefully it will be the recharge I need.
I'm not scared of the work by any stretch, its more the responsiblity for others and that possiblity of failure because of that.
I don't like relying on people. I also don't like playing the management game. I'm not built to deal with customers in a kiss ass way.
I guess I'm going to have to work on that.
They aren't bad people by any stretch, they just aren't what you would call concerned about their job.
I was raised to live in fear of losing your job. I tend to not want to have any kind of team lead or anything resembling myself having to be responsible for others. If they screw up it falls on me.
Well good luck with that.
I have been coming in between 5 and 6 am since January to help out with European issues. We had hired a new director and he needed some help so I volunteered.
I love the hours but it was becoming apparent that I was not a fan of this director. Neither it seems were his people.
His main guy in Europe quit, so I became the main guy. We sent one of our guys from the US to live in Europe and he quit like 4 minutes after he got there.
I was now supporting a continent from across the ocean with at the time 6 months of experience.
No pressure.
The new director hired another guy about a month ago, and he has been slowly picking things up. They also hired a new guy last week.
Then they fired the director.
My director is now the worldwide support director and has pretty much elevated me to team lead for these European guys.
Now I see why this has to happen. There is no one there to train them. I am in early and I have the most experience based on me being here longer than them.
That said, I haven't even been here a year and now my company is telling our customers in Europe that I am the guy who will be the lead for any issues they have. On top of that I have to manage and train these guys, I have to have daily meetings with them (I hate meetings). I have to manage customers.
I had a meeting with my director yesterday and he told me how he hoped next year I would join him for a conference in Germany to train our partners as well.
Trip to Germany? Fun
Training foreigners, dealing with accents and language barriers while battling your own concerns about your mastery of the technology, protocols and the product? Not so much.
Of course I can't tell my boss that I don't want to do this. It wasn't what I was hired for and I am certainly sure this is not what they wanted, but right now it is what is needed. I am glad that they don't think I am a total fuck up and can handle this, but at the same time this week has been too much, too fast and I feel overwhelmed.
I have a paper due Monday and my final in environmental science as well. The wife and the boy are going to Vermont tomorrow to visit relatives and I'll be able to finish my fence and that work. I think after that I'll grab a nice showe and go see "Hot Fuzz". I'll probably finish the day with a marathon of video games.
Hopefully it will be the recharge I need.
I'm not scared of the work by any stretch, its more the responsiblity for others and that possiblity of failure because of that.
I don't like relying on people. I also don't like playing the management game. I'm not built to deal with customers in a kiss ass way.
I guess I'm going to have to work on that.
Monday, May 07, 2007
Cubano!!!!
Got a package in the mail the other day. It was from a deployed American who sent me some Cuban Cohibas.
Very good stuff.
My wife was complaining a bit last weekend. I am breaking my back pulling up fence posts and cement blocks trying to fix my fence and she is upset at her best friend.
Her best friend now has a serious boyfriend and isn't around as much. She was upset because they had plans to hang out that weekend and she never got a callback. She was complaining that she couldn't believe that just because she had a boyfriend she would blow her off.
I explained to her that it happened from time to time especially when a relationship is new. She knows but was upset because her friend was bitching about another friend doing the same thing.
I just let it go. That following Monday we had an ultrasound. The baby is fine. I showed up in my car and my wife was in hers. Our son was with my mother in law. After the ultrasound my wife asked me to marinate some steaks while she went down the street to get our son. Realistically I should have gotten home about 30 minutes before my wife.
I waited almost 2 hours. She calls me and says she "Just got to talking" with her mom and was on the way.
That is fine. Chicks talk, it is to be expected. A call would have been nice, but whatever.
Tuesdays and Thursdays the wife works until about 8PM. I stay up to make sure she gets home ok. I have to be up around 4:30 in the morning, so the sooner she gets home the sooner I get to bed. She is usually home by about 9 the latest.
As of 9:30 she is not home and she hasn't answered my 2 phone calls. I figure correctly that she is probably talking to her best friend and making nice about the blow off. I tell her to call me as soon as she gets my message but I am going to bed.
The phone rings at 10:30 waking me up and she is apologizing profusely saying her friend visited her at work and she had her phone in the car and just lost track of time.
I say whatever, get home and call in the future. She tries a weak, "I didn't realize how late it was." plea but I just hang up.
The next day I mention to her that over this week she has blown me off twice this week, kinda the same way her friend did. Now I say that I know she didn't do it on purpose, much like I'm sure her friend didn't, but at the same time she did blow me off.
We had plans to meet up on Monday and I had to wait over 2 hours because she lost track of time. The next day I stayed up late because she got wrapped up gossiping with her friend and didn't think to call me back.
Of course neither of these are her fault and she said that those events are nothing like what she went through with her friend.
I love my wife but this is the thing that drives me nuts about her. She can never admit fault. Nothing is ever her fault, but I can admit fault.
I don't admit fault just to admit it, I do it because if I fuck up then I own up to it.
Drives me nuts.
Coming up next...
The cruise I'm not going on.
Very good stuff.
My wife was complaining a bit last weekend. I am breaking my back pulling up fence posts and cement blocks trying to fix my fence and she is upset at her best friend.
Her best friend now has a serious boyfriend and isn't around as much. She was upset because they had plans to hang out that weekend and she never got a callback. She was complaining that she couldn't believe that just because she had a boyfriend she would blow her off.
I explained to her that it happened from time to time especially when a relationship is new. She knows but was upset because her friend was bitching about another friend doing the same thing.
I just let it go. That following Monday we had an ultrasound. The baby is fine. I showed up in my car and my wife was in hers. Our son was with my mother in law. After the ultrasound my wife asked me to marinate some steaks while she went down the street to get our son. Realistically I should have gotten home about 30 minutes before my wife.
I waited almost 2 hours. She calls me and says she "Just got to talking" with her mom and was on the way.
That is fine. Chicks talk, it is to be expected. A call would have been nice, but whatever.
Tuesdays and Thursdays the wife works until about 8PM. I stay up to make sure she gets home ok. I have to be up around 4:30 in the morning, so the sooner she gets home the sooner I get to bed. She is usually home by about 9 the latest.
As of 9:30 she is not home and she hasn't answered my 2 phone calls. I figure correctly that she is probably talking to her best friend and making nice about the blow off. I tell her to call me as soon as she gets my message but I am going to bed.
The phone rings at 10:30 waking me up and she is apologizing profusely saying her friend visited her at work and she had her phone in the car and just lost track of time.
I say whatever, get home and call in the future. She tries a weak, "I didn't realize how late it was." plea but I just hang up.
The next day I mention to her that over this week she has blown me off twice this week, kinda the same way her friend did. Now I say that I know she didn't do it on purpose, much like I'm sure her friend didn't, but at the same time she did blow me off.
We had plans to meet up on Monday and I had to wait over 2 hours because she lost track of time. The next day I stayed up late because she got wrapped up gossiping with her friend and didn't think to call me back.
Of course neither of these are her fault and she said that those events are nothing like what she went through with her friend.
I love my wife but this is the thing that drives me nuts about her. She can never admit fault. Nothing is ever her fault, but I can admit fault.
I don't admit fault just to admit it, I do it because if I fuck up then I own up to it.
Drives me nuts.
Coming up next...
The cruise I'm not going on.