Drunk Bastard
First night of my vacation and the boss was buyin drinks. Got a few pints of a semi-local brew, Alexander Keith's, in me and I'm slowly recovering. Also got a short little Christmas bonus and finally I'm done for the year! No more work for two weeks! Then in February I get to take another vacation to Mexico!
The bastard portion of this post is directed at my instinctive response to my other boss's Christmas card. I opened it to find a gift card. Now here is the dilemma. It's a coffee house card. Not only do I not drink coffee (even tho all barista girls are good lookin) but the card is for my least favourite of all spots. Starbucks. I've actually boycotted Starbucks at this point and so the card is totally hilarious. Which thus makes me a bastard, because how can you judge yourself except on a first reaction?
Those points aside... looking forward to some time to dedicate to another project and hoping to attend a few literary events around the city before I go totaly mental over not writing, which is weird cos part of the semi-drunk (only one drink at that point) conversation was about my writing and how I could break into advertising and be a copy-writer. Figures.
I had something of slight relevance to post about tonight, in lieu of my many missed posts, but it eludes me at present, so instead I'll note that the human eye can not only pitch and yaw within its socket, but it can roll too. G'head, look in the mirror, find a vein or a cyst or a spot on your eye that you can keep track of (and by eye, I mean pick one of them, silly) and then tilt your head. If it's low enough it'll dip beneath your eyelid, thus confirming, to you at least, that your eye can indeed roll! Or, if you don't believe me, check out some medical documents.
Medical Document 1 and Medical Document 2
Also, I score points for good spelling, grammar and typing while partly drunk. Hoo-ah!
First night of my vacation and the boss was buyin drinks. Got a few pints of a semi-local brew, Alexander Keith's, in me and I'm slowly recovering. Also got a short little Christmas bonus and finally I'm done for the year! No more work for two weeks! Then in February I get to take another vacation to Mexico!
The bastard portion of this post is directed at my instinctive response to my other boss's Christmas card. I opened it to find a gift card. Now here is the dilemma. It's a coffee house card. Not only do I not drink coffee (even tho all barista girls are good lookin) but the card is for my least favourite of all spots. Starbucks. I've actually boycotted Starbucks at this point and so the card is totally hilarious. Which thus makes me a bastard, because how can you judge yourself except on a first reaction?
Those points aside... looking forward to some time to dedicate to another project and hoping to attend a few literary events around the city before I go totaly mental over not writing, which is weird cos part of the semi-drunk (only one drink at that point) conversation was about my writing and how I could break into advertising and be a copy-writer. Figures.
I had something of slight relevance to post about tonight, in lieu of my many missed posts, but it eludes me at present, so instead I'll note that the human eye can not only pitch and yaw within its socket, but it can roll too. G'head, look in the mirror, find a vein or a cyst or a spot on your eye that you can keep track of (and by eye, I mean pick one of them, silly) and then tilt your head. If it's low enough it'll dip beneath your eyelid, thus confirming, to you at least, that your eye can indeed roll! Or, if you don't believe me, check out some medical documents.
Medical Document 1 and Medical Document 2
Also, I score points for good spelling, grammar and typing while partly drunk. Hoo-ah!