June 22, 2005
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If you really want to have some fun, let me tell you what to do. You go
to the store. Get yourself a six pack. Go home and call a place of
business that is really busy. Get put on hold and listen to the hold
music and get loaded. Alcohol and hold music. Now thats a winning
combo. Talk about a guaranteed good time.Work has been sooooo frickin’ hot recently that it drives me nuts. I
hate being hot. Today at work I had to visit our HR department. It was
amazingly cool. I wish I could spend more time in HR. Shit, I have
always wanted to work in an HR department. I know its a chick job (I
have only known one male to ever work in an HR department, and he was a
gay temp) but what a job it must be. Everything is perfect there. At
this job, I walked in and they had donuts and bagels and shit. And the
room was comfortable and a pleasnt environment. At AAA, I swear, the
HR department didn’t do shit except get free lunches everyday. Oh, and
it seemed like they only were there for about 6 hours a day. And
imagine, being in HR, when you finally do have to work, its judging
people to see if they are qualified to work at your company. You get to
know the results of applicants drug tests. You know all the personal
info of every single person in the company. Think of all the gossip you
would get.”Whats that, Mary needs time off because of her herpes
outbreak? Looks like I should cancel my date with her.” “So, Ricky is
on family medical leave because his wife beat the shit out of him
because she caught him with that Madonna impersonator?” And don’t
forget the power. “Sorry Peggy, no raise for you this year, you cut me
off in the parking lot.” See, if I had the position, I would allow
people to give me bribes. Free food. Money. Sexual favors. And then,
because I’m incorruptible, I would not allow the bribes to change
anything. Basically, HR runs the company, which is funny, because they
are pretty much the equivalent of Congress: controls everything but
doesn’t do shit.I met Bobby tonight. We went to Heroes and Legends, as we both wanted
to watch the NBA Finals and I wanted to watch the Cubs game and he the
Sox game. We agreed to meet in the parking lot, since the place is
usually pretty busy. I pulled up and saw what I thought was his car. He
was sitting there listening to the Sox game. As I pulled up, I was
listening to the Cubs game. He was taller than I expected, but sorta
cute. We got out and headed into the bar. We got a seat pretty quickly
and the best part about this was that we were surrounded by tvs. Games
everywhere. We actually spent a majority of the night talking about
sports. I think he is the biggest sports fan I know. I mean, he
even likes arena fucking football for Jeff’s sake. If I didn’t know he
was gay, I wouldn’t suspect a thing. He is also into cars. Like me, the
only gay stereotype he falls into is that he likes guys. He has no gay
qualities at all. And I spent more time talking about sports with him
than just about anybody. The only problem was that he really woudln’t
look at me much when the game was on. I need eye contact, damnit! I
know the game is important, shit, I love sports as much as he does, but
I still make eye contact when somebody is talking to me.Neither one of us are big drinkers, so we just ordered Cokes. I also
had some ice cream and he had some cheese sticks. With the exception of
the Sox game, the games were pretty close and exciting. The Cubs won
(YAY!!! Lets hope they win tomorrow when I’m at the game) and the Spurs
lost (man, I really HATE the Pistons. Plus, I’ve got lunch riding on
this series) but it was still exciting to watch. One other thing that
sorta pissed me off and maybe its just because I’m not a cell phone
guy. Towards the end of the night, he got a call on his cell phone.
Instead of saying he was busy, he talked for about 5-10 minutes right
in front of me. I don’t know, maybe its just me, but I felt that was
kinda rude. Oh well. He seemed pretty cool. We hit it off. He also goes
camping not too far from where we used to camp in Wisconsin. I think I
might have something here. Now, I’m not saying we are going to have
some sort of relationship, (although I haven’t ruled that out) but I
feel at the very least, we can become pretty good friends.Oh, I almost forgot. This chick at work tried setting me up with one of
her friends. She said the lady was 33 and asked me if I would be
interested. Being gay, I turned her down, saying “sorry, I don’t do
hook-ups.” Jeez, do I really come off as being straight? Then again, it
wasn’t the first time people have tried to set me up with chicks or
wanted to hook up with me. I think I need to take a class to teach me
how to be more gay.
