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"Random bits o' the day"

It was fun watching "Cuba" trying to put the moves on the biologist today. That was the only entertainment today, really. She's cute, with a perky personality and Cuba's a brash joker so they were sparring back and forth. I'd been attentive to these newcomers since they'd joined this job, but I hadn't quite figured out the biologist yet. Then she dropped a few key phrases in the conversation and it dawned on me. Ding!
Later on, Cuba says, "You see that? She likes me."
Me, "Well yeah. You're a funny guy."
"No no. She LIKES me."
"Mmmm, I don't know . . ."
"What? You see she talking to me, right?"
"Yeah, but did you hear what she said?"
"What?"
"L_I_S_T_E_N to what's she's saying. I think you're wasting your time."
"You don't think I could get her?"
"Yeah, I pretty sure you can't."
"Why not?"
"Dude . . . she's not into guys."
" . . . Es un lesbian?"
*nod*
" . . . That's okay, I lesbian too!"
"I give up."
After I stopped trying to save Cuba from embarrassment, it was actually fun to watch him continue to badger the biologist. It soon became apparent that she was humoring him too.
Cuba to the biologist, "So what you doing this weekend? . . . You going drinking? Where you go drinking? . . . Fourth Street? Are you bringing any friends? . . . Oh, you bringing your girlfriends. That's good. Where you going to be at? . . . Okay, we go downtown too. Maybe we see you."
Ha ha ha. Ah, you gotta give the guy points for persistence. The drillers invited be to go out with them on Saturday. As much fun as it'd be to join their hijinx (and to watch Cuba crash-and-burn), I'd prefer to escape from this job (including them) for a few hours and hang with my "normal" pals.
And with Spring Break, SxSW, and St. Patty's day all falling on the same weekend, now is the time to do it! I'd like to go to Japan Night nonight, but that ain't gonna happen Even if by some small miracle we finish early today, I don't have the energy to brave the traffic and crowds by myself. Oh well. No Peelander Z for me, I guess.

Actually, now it appears that my evening is already spoken for. My brother and his girlfriend are passing through town on their way to the Valley for Spring Break and they wanna stay at my place. Great. That means I've gatta clean the apartment and prepare the "master bedroom". Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it makes sense that they should get the bed and I get the cot while they're here, but I can't help but feel a little put-out.
"So you've got a girlfriend. Whoop-de-doo. I could get one too if I wan--well, I could rent one, anyways. And mine'd be a professional and yours is just an amateur. So there! I win!"
Or something.

Man, I don't like responsibility. I hate responsibility. I want to be a mindless grunt all my life. Since the project manager is gove, I've received a "field promotion," making me the go-to guy whenever problems arise (which is too damned often). And yesterday was the worst. It sucked galactic donkey balls. Another paper tiger deadline made us bust our asses, working late after dark. Nobody was happy, everyone was pissed. When things started going wrong, I just got wound tighter and tighter until it got to the point, "If this phone rings one more time or if they ask me one more question, I'm gonna blow up."
This morning I woke up with a rotten emotional aftertaste but by mid-morning my mood had cleared. Maybe it was that gas station hot dog I ate for breakfast. Hmmm.
So just . . . six more days until I get some time off. *knocks on wood* We're trying to get back on the 10/4 schedule. If I actually get this oft-promised, oft-denied four-day weekend, oh baby Jesus . . . I'd probably cry and pee my pants in joy.

Big thanks to JB, the mistress of ceremonies, for putting together a last-minute group to attend SxSW's Japan Night. We didn't actually get to see those bands perform because the line was hella long and stuff. But that was alright, instead we cruised the area, sampling the tunes floating out of the bars and witnessing the random weirdness that is "downtown after dark." Among those sights was a hobo-fight, fat afro man, and the freaky-weird Japanese girl trio playing barefoot in the street.
Oddly enough, I ran into Boss #0 while I was there. I had my suspicions that he was a cool guy, but not to this degree. He asked, "Are you going to be at work early tomorrow?" I laughed and replied, "We'll see!"
After a bit of strolling, we went for dinner (?) at Magnolia's and hung out there. It was fun to hang out with the guys without it being about cosplay for once.
And tomorrow we get to do it all over again, but this time with booze! Will I survive?

Stay tuned!