the past is the past chex mix

Sometimes I feel like I am too gullible in my old age. I always seem to think the best of people until I’m smacked in the face with reality. Those who know me may think otherwise as I can be a bit sarcastic. Even so, I’ve recently been going over in my mind of what happened with my friend who committed suicide last year.

Last year was such a fucker. I lost my step mother and my friend committed suicide. As I’m sure a lot of people that have had someone they know commit suicide they are left wondering what the hell happened. I think back to all the times I hung out with this friend of mine – it was quite a bit back in the early 2000’s. I wonder what it was that went wrong. She was a pharmacy rep so I always wondered if that gave her access to drugs. One of the last conversations we’d had she said she was diagnosed with narcolepsy. I really have no inkling at to what that involves to this day. I wondered if it was just a cover up to a real addiction such as oxy. These are questions that I will never know the answer to so I tell myself it doesn’t matter. Stop wasting time thinking about it because you will never know.

Then, fast forward. The other day I was working on a lab for my security class. It wanted you to do a series of web searches on yourself to see if you existed on the web. Not wanting to type in my own name I typed in an ex of mine and, voila, a mug shot came up.  I was shocked. Here all these years I’d assumed she would be some English or Political Science professor all in tweed at a progressive university somewhere with a pencil stuck in her bun.

Man, was I wrong. I copied/pasted the link and sent it to a friend of mine who we went to school with saying WTF?? I haven’t heard back from her yet – she’s in Cali maybe dealing with fires and probably this is the last thing she’d be concerned with is checking her FB messages. All the same, how could I be so stupid? That time at college we were dating she was a huge cokehead and lying was practically a minor. She eventually started seeing another ex of mine and last I heard they moved out to California together. At the time, I had just accepted an internship in Atlanta and thankfully they were gone by the time I got back to graduate. I don’t know why I should be surprised.

Speaking of the loserville past, the independent film/documentary, Monrovia Indiana, has finally hit the theaters. This happens to be the town where I grew up.

I know you’ve all been on the edge of your seats to see it. I have not. A friend of mine from high school Facebook messaged me that she saw it the other day and wondered if I had.  I told her I had not. Not saying, Why would I want to be reminded of the backwoods ignorance of where I came from? I did say that I thought I’d be going to see Bohemian Rhapsody first. Like my Grandma used to say if you can’t say anything nice then don’t say anything at all. Or don’t text back.

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it’s back on chex mix

So, I privatized the blog for a little while. I’m going to do this from time to time just so you know. Sometimes it’s nice to write in general without worrying about soliciting readers. This week I’ve been trying to get as much school work done as possible before the semester is up. I just want to get it all done so I only have to worry about finals. Out of all my classes this semester I think the Cisco one is the best. The other two – not so much. The Linux class could be a lot better if the prof wasn’t such a brick and had one iota of ability to teach. He just pulls up his virtual window and starts typing in Linux commands while he drones on about what they’re for. It’s completely boring. I’ve already finished all the labs in this class on my own and taken all the chapter review tests. All I have to do now is take a test – our third – next Monday and then the final -and, show up for his boring-ass lectures. Might I add it’s completely stupid to take a test next Monday when we have to turn around and take a final exam three weeks later but whatever.

Monday evenings I usually show up early to the lab and talk to my friend, Nancy, who is in the same program. We were in this asinine networking class together last summer. At first I thought she was a complete dolt but once I got to know her a little better she seems really driven and we seem to agree on a lot of things concerning the program.  The other night we met in the cyber security classroom with some other people in the program. The idea is to create our own little study group and “cyber team” – I say this very loosely because it’s in the draft stages right now. I don’t mind meeting early on a night I have to be there anyway but I will not devote any additional time to a club where we’re just sitting around bullshitting about cyber security. I could be studying towards a certification. Certs are going to get me a job not sitting around b.s.-ing. Speaking of certs I signed up to take the Network + exam in December a week after the semester is over. I’d really like to ring in the new year with another cert under my belt.

As we were sitting there discussing a potential “club” my security prof walked in. I have her for my Saturday class that is just so-so. My beef with it is that we haven’t learned any tangible skills it’s just all lecturing and our final project is developing some game for the class to play which I find very cheezy. I plan on submitting a mediocre review of the class at the end of the semester when they send out surveys. I like the prof ok – I think she’s a very intelligent lady – I thought she was a dyke at first but after introductions at the beginning of the semester I learned her husband retired from the company I currently work for. I think maybe she’s a frustrated straight – lol. I have her next semester for firewall configuration and by-gawd she’d better teach me something. I tried to ask her if she had a synopsis of the class next semester and she said they’re currently re-writing it. I wish I could foresee the future because if it’s lame like my current class with her then I’m going to drop it and take a VMware class instead. The prof that’s teaching firewall configuration this summer is supposed to be good so I could possibly wait until then to take it with him. Decisions, decisions…….

I currently have two mentors where I work. I work for a HUGE company that has millions of employees and multiple departments. One mentor is a director of security and his team configures firewalls – why I want to take firewall configuration. The other director deals with regulation and policy. I have monthly telephone meetings with them both and am really hoping to take on independent projects with each of them next year -also, why I’m only going to take two classes next semester. In the long run, I’m hoping that one of them will offer me a job on their team. This is really a long shot, I know. It’s the whole reason I’m doing this but there’s no guarantee. I could be swooped up by another company in the meantime. Who knows. It’s all very uncertain. 2019 is going to be a very interesting year, I have a feeling. It could be either really good or meh. I could lose my job where I am come January or I could stay on – hopefully long enough to get a promotion or another job. It’s a hustle and shake year for sure.

In other news, Charlie and I have decided to abstain from alcohol during the week. This does not include Fridays or Saturdays. Not sure about Sundays yet since it technically is a school night. This is mostly for weight loss reasons. I need to lose some weight. We’re on day four and it really hasn’t been that bad. Although, I’m not planning on blowing it out Friday or this weekend, either. Along with that we’re trying to cut down on the carbs and eat healthy snacks or none at all. I usually try to work in at least one salad per day for a meal.

This weekend, I’m hoping we’ll go catch Bohemian Rapsody at the movies. Supposed to be frigid here (well, 50’s -frigid by southen standards). Everyone have a great weeekend! I’ll leave you with this: 4 drink recipes that won’t ruin your diet

and this:

we did it!

Well, the party went on without a hitch. We had everything set up in time, no major problems and the rain decided to quit a few hours prior drying it out a bit before everyone set up. Emil’s (front and center in the pic) group (Tuesday Nights Live) went first and filled up the entire shed deck and more. They were a great kickoff to the party and sounded fantastic!

Our friends who were going to bring the baby never showed, probably a good thing but other friends of ours who had twin boys came because their dickweed father decided to just drop them off to their mom right as she was leaving for the party so she brought them but they never cried and last I checked they were dancing along to the music. All in all we had about 40 – 45 people (yes, I counted) including all the band members and people they invited.

Lessons learned: burying the whiskey before the party to ensure no rain actually worked. We’ll probably be doing that again next year – although, next time we will mark the spot so we dont have to dig up half the yard looking for it, lol.

Probably 1/2 a pork butt next year instead of the ENTIRE 5 lb butt.

More spicy slaw, though.

Probably same date (well, the 19th next year as it will be a Saturday) but maybe a costume theme next year – completely optional, though. Charlie will be wearing this:

 

 

Pre-party prep

Yesterday, I went to the airport to pick up Charlie’s family who had just flown up from Orlando for the music party. Ok, Hartsfield airport is EVEN MORE of a nightmare than I’ve ever experienced and I’ve lived in Atlanta over 20 years. The airport construction seems to be going on and on and on. Yesterday, all of the parking lots – including the long term – were full. Park and ride was no option for Charlie’s father who uses a walker. After receiving a parking receipt from the attendant and being told that if I don’t find a space in 15 minutes I’ll be charged, I squeezed in between a Benz and a 4Runner and started the long walk to the terminal and baggage. Charlie’s parents and brother met me in their baggage claim and I told them to meet me outside the door that I would go get the car and circle around. Back out to the parking lot and circling the airport – twice – before I could pull over to get them. There were Atlanta police officers directing traffic and yelling at cars basically. I saw one officer chew out this couple who had pulled over to drop off in a striped area. The second time I was coming through I couldn’t pull over and Charlies family just came out and loaded into the SUV. Once in amidst total chaos another cop was yelling at me because I didnt drive over the cross walk fast enough. Hello, what if pedestrians were in the path?

I seriously think that the Atlanta police department puts their officers with the biggest anger management issues at the airport to deal with traffic. It’s scary that they’re carrying firearms, too. And, we worry about terrorists when we have angry gun-toting fools right in front of us.  I was never so glad to get the hell out of there.

Back at the house, finally, we unloaded and the airport experience was already making me ready for a drink. Too early we decided to go shopping at the liquor store instead – lol. The people who run Toco Giant see Charlie’s bro who likes to mix mean martinis coming a mile away with his shopping cart and are saying, Cha-ching to themselves. By the time we got back with cases of booze (which, reminded me of the time ten of us walked over the border into Juarez Mexico to buy alcohol for a New Years Eve party) it was time to go have one at Argosy in East Atlanta. We went there strictly for the atmosphere alone. Nestled in a warehouse-like building it has low lighting and a huge craft beer selection. The bartenders were very attentive even when Charlie’s mom asked about one of them’s stretched ear lobes. (Lord) Charlie’s bro was like Yeah, mom and those are tattoos – lol.

Next, we went to dinner at everyone’s favorite Apres Diem (even my picky-@ss sister likes this place and that’s saying alot). After dinner we went over to the Golden Eagle to have an after-dinner drink and to show everyone just how dark this place is inside. It’s always a shock until your eyes get used to it then you see the huge moose over the bar. This place always mixes a mean cocktail.

So, on the Facebook invite we strictly said NO KIDS. ADULT ONLY PARTY. What happens? We have these friends down the street that just had a baby. Charlie had spoken to them and one 1/2 of the couple expressed interest in stopping by just to say hi and she was like sure. We thought, husband would stop in and have a drink while wife had baby or vice versa or even the sister-in-law would watch baby while they both stopped in for 30 minutes or so. Well it turned into them posting on our site saying We’re bringing the baby and our sister-in-law and next thing you know every person with kids under 10 are asking us if they can bring their kids. Noooooooooo.

This is so annoying.

I took their bringing-the-baby post down and told them they can stop by with the baby but that I had to take their post down because everyone with a child would see that and ask if they could bring their children, too.  I hate to be like this but it’s really not fair to the other people invited with kids. I hate when people think they are the exception to the rule.  I already got a text from a friend of mine who has two children saying she saw that and had a babysitter but wondered if she could bring her kids, too. I was like, No, sorry.  Seriously, I never thought this was going to be a problem!

So far I think it’s supposed to be clear and no rain before the party but cross your fingers!

 

 

weekend chex mix

Whew! What a weekend! It all started out celebrating with Emil on Wednesday night at the Mexican restaurant with Adrianne. Adrianne had been wanting to surprise Emil with a birthday dinner and was able to schedule it that evening.

We no more pulled up and Adrianne got out – we’d all been texting how hungry we were and that maybe we needed to push the meeting time up to 5:30 instead of 6. Emil pulled up just then having gotten off work on time and we headed in to the restaurant to have margaritas and beer. This was the first time we’d been out with Adrianne and we had a blast talking and laughing over drinks. We all thought that night if we didn’t have to work the next day we would have been out a lot later. That night Emil mentioned that Benjii and Goya had texted her to see if she wanted to do something on her actual bday, Friday.

Fast forward to Friday Charlie and I decided to have a crab boil and whoever wanted to show up, show up. I picked up a half cake just in case Emil showed and it ended up they all showed. We hung out at the she-shed and listened to music while the potatoes and corn cooked in the pot we had going outside.

The next day, I managed to talk Charlie in to going to see A Star is Born. (Gaga does not disappoint) and we ran into Emil, Benji and Goya. We all ended up sitting together in the back row.

Yesterday, Charlie was a little hung over didn’t feel well and we threw together some cheese tortellini chicken soup  (if you make this halve the onion and add some more veggies – it was kind of plain but I know chicken soup is supposed to be that way) and camped out in front of the TV to watch this new series on Netflix, Maniac.

(what do you think of that? Were only on the 4th episode but it’s very strange)

As we were sitting down Emil texted and wanted to know if we were around as she was in the neighborhood and I called her back and said, Come over!

So, she came over for soup and we watched the first two episodes together. It was a great end to a fantastic weekend! Things are about to get cra-cra around here getting ready for the party and next weekend we have gay pride and the porchfest that Charlie is going to help Emil record her playing with both of her bands. I’m going to try to get out of school early so I can run down there and take in at least a little bit of music before it’s over. The hot weather is finally moving out this week so hopefully we’ll get some nice, cool long sleeved shirt weather. It will feel good to put on jeans again.

Have a great rest of your week and talk soon!

 

No Mas

I am so tired this morning. We had a very busy weekend and all I want right now is have some down time.

Saturday, we met up with a friend of mine who I used to work with. She’s had an exceptionally hard time lately so it was plans I didn’t want to cancel despite feeling tired and her being an hour late getting to the restaurant we decided to meet at. We ended up closing the bar with our favorite bartender (in Decatur), Wendy. As we were walking to the car we passed this late night restaurant/bar named Victory and my friend said, What’s that? Let’s go there!

Both Charlie and I were like, No, maybe next time, we’re beat.

It would be one thing if my friend drove herself home from Decatur but she comes in to town via the train and we have to drive her back to the train station so she can drive home. She doesn’t like to drive why it’s like this. So, long story short – it was good to see her but next time it needs to be at around 5:00.

The next day, we had tickets to Dawes at the Tabernacle with Emil. They were good but I really doubt I’d see them again. I love seeing shows at that venue, though. Before the concert we went down to this restaurant on the west side of town called No Mas (which, means “no more” in English – look at the writing on the wall, Lanie!). We met Emil’s friend Erin down there for dinner and she was originally going to go with us to the concert. When Charlie and I were at that restaurant before we had a really great time and the food was ok. One of the great things about the place is that they have this really great store that they sell goods from Mexico and we like to go in there. Well, had we realized that we’d get slung up in a bunch of Falcons/surly Saints traffic we surely would have decided to go somewhere else. Plus, once there it was packed to the gills with drunk football fans. There were two couples at the table next to us and one of the women of the couples just started going off on her boyfriend? Husband? (God, I hope not for his sake) guy friend? It was so bad at one point we were looking around for a manager. People seemed to ignore it except for us. We were all kinds of stressed. All I could think about was the time I went out with this Bi-polar woman who did that same kind of stuff. We’d be at a restaurant with all her friends and she’d start screaming at me across the table in front of everyone.

I got up and went to exchange a very bad margarita for a Mexican beer and use the restroom and by the time I got back the woman had thankfully stopped shouting aggressively at her man and was even snugged up to him holding his arm.

Yep, that’s Bi-polar – one minute you’re a piece of shit and the next it’s all puppies and flowers and love you’s. In place of aggressive shouting was the shouting over the crowd and noise – so either way she kept shouting. As we left and passed by their booth and if I still had my drink I thought about accidentally on purpose tripping and spilling my beer on her head but knew it would an even bigger fight after that.

I was so glad to get out of there. Erin excused herself and said she wasn’t feeling well and caught an Uber home and Charlie, me and Emil went on to the concert from there. The concert was even quieter than that restaurant it seemed. It was a very mixed crowd there, too. There were people our parent’s age mouthing all the lyrics of the songs like they knew them all. I had to look up how long this band had been around and they didn’t really look that old.

The next day, I was pretty fried from being out late all weekend. I skipped my Linux class – honestly, I don’t think I could have done it if a gun were pointed to my head. But, I can skip once in a while just not always. This guy loves to throw a pop quiz on us from time to time just to keep everyone showing up because honestly, the class is so boring.  This week we’re just laying low and having some friends over for dinner on Friday. That will hopefully not be a late night because I have class the next day.

So, between work and school my butt is kicked this semester and we have all kinds of people coming to our music party next month so I’d better rest up because it’s going to get even crazier.

 

 

middle of the road chex mix

So, this week Charlie has been out in Idaho on a ranch with her mom. It’s been just me and the furry babies holding down the fort. Thankfully, we’re off from school this weekend for the holiday so I won’t have to find someone to cover letting the dogs out on Saturday again. Aside from Emil coming over last Saturday to eat Chinese food and get wasted I haven’t really done anything except work & homework. (I plan on getting ahead of the game over break). I’ve been kind of a dull bird, although I have asked Benji and her to do something as I haven’t seen those girls since they moved into a new house together. I guess they have been nesting.

I joined this information security club through school and tomorrow night I’m going to one of their meetings and a representative from a [major airlines] is going to be there to talk about security. Should be interesting and I’m looking forward to getting out of the house. I decided to take off a few days from work and go to a hacker’s convention in a couple of weeks. I’m hoping to network my @ss off at this thing. Ever since our merger everyone at work has had this doomsday attitude. All they talk about is that we’re going to get laid off. Every meeting our boss schedules everyone’s says “Here it comes, it’s going to happen.”

Sure, everyone’s bracing themselves but why do we have to talk about it all the time? I understand their concerns but honestly can we just shut up about it? The time it takes bitching about it could be the time it takes to write up a resume and send it off to a couple of openings to see what happens. Me, I’ve already been doing that for months now. This is normal for me. I’m just hoping I can find something that coincides with my current curriculum – cyber security.

Meanwhile, my wife is partying with a Heisman trophy winner’s fiance’e.  I got the football question on the phone last night of do you know of…….I was thinking my wife is really missing football and me – lol. So, she’s meeting famous people out there. I’m glad she’s having a good time and no, I still don’t want to go horseback riding -but fly fishing – I could work with that.

But, it’s all about school and career right now and which direction I’m going. I could kick myself for not sitting for the Network + exam this month but honestly, I knew I wouldn’t pass it and it would be a waste of $$. I ordered a new book to study for it so hopefully by Christmas I’ll be ready. I have to get these certs and get the hale out of here. It’s the only way. In the meantime, I’m just keeping my head down and working, studying and networking my @ss off – in more ways than one. This song comes to mind and such a great live recording, too. Enjoy!

 

my day as it compared to “Ironic”

You ever had one of those days where you could have just stayed in bed. Maybe in hindsight you should have decided to take a mental health day?

Yesterday was one of those. Freaking Mondays, I swear. I felt kind of like this guy. Despite sleeping the best that I’ve slept for a while the previous night and coming in to work on the later side of what I normally do I could tell it was going to be one of those days right after I got in.

I have this one guy I share an office with and when he’s in a bad mood it’s time to put the headphones on and zone out. I was doing just that and thinking, If I were to get that one job that I interviewed for and that I should be hearing back any day from then maybe all my coworkers would be HAPPY and we’d all be working as A TEAM and saying things like, Hey, let’s head on over and discuss this work solution over a game of pool after we clear out the yoga mats from the class that just ended.

See what I mean?

Instead, I happen to look at my phone and see that I had a missed phone call. From California. And, oh a message of – thanks for coming in but we’re moving forward with other candidates at this time.

Fuck.

I was sitting there thinking, Well, you did just buy this expensive laptop to do school work on and made an investment to stay in school which your current job pays for and if you were to get this then you may have had to drop some classes, drop out or be so crazy busy you’d be stressed out.

It’s a black fly in your Chardonnay. It’s a death row pardon two minutes too late.

You know – making analogies. But, it still fucking sucked. I spent almost 6 hours talking to these people. Geez. I should at least get a t-shirt. The I showed up for an onsite interview with [large tech company] and all I got was this t-shirt. But, I brushed it off and went on despite my workmate yelling into the phone in the background and being slightly pissed off.

It’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife……

So, I had my Linux class that night. Which, I gotta tell you has not started out well. The curriculum required an expensive book and lab access then once purchased no one seemed to be able to sync it with the school’s grading system nor can some even get into it. The professor knows DICK about what to do about it. He’s this guy who only wants to teach command line in a virtual environment. Fine, teach that but don’t require us to spend $150 on expensive online lab access if we’ll never be able to be graded on it. I went in last night hoping that the kinks would be worked out and it was the same as the previous weeks. I was actually trying to help the guy behind me and then he asked that wacka-doodle woman next to him if she got the same thing and she said her labs had been graded already (which that was my email to the prof as to why mine were still processing) and when the guy asked her how she did it she snapped, I’m not up for helping anyone right now. I was thinking, Wow then you should have not said anything to begin with. I mean, no need to be rude, bitch. I think the guy even got up and left. I have no idea. So the prof lectured for an hour – ½ without a break. I got up and went to the restroom and came back just as he was saying he would end lecture then and we can work on the lab. I did the lab – which was different that the one I had already done – I figure I will eventually get graded on some things that I’ve done – and left.

It’s a free ride, when you’ve already paid…….

So, when I got home Charlie had gotten the mail and finally the card that my sister sent for my birthday with money in it got here (I might say, almost a month late) and guess what? Someone had already torn open the envelope and stole the cash out of it.

And, isn’t it ironic, don’t you think.

A little too ironic, and yeah I really do think.

be thankful friday chex mix

It’s been kind of a scary week.

After our group luncheon on Tuesday to meet the new boss really nothing anyone really gleaned from it. No one really knows if we’re staying in the same locations, doing the same duties or if it will get shaken up. Larry and Sherry The Wonder Twins may finally get separated and Sherry’s been worried. Sherry’s worried because she’s never been the engineer she’s been hired to BE. She just got on because Larry told Baxter (our old boss) that he wasn’t coming (in more ways than one) without Sherry. Now with the new boss Sherry might actually have to do some work. Patricia took the most recent package to leave so she will be gone at the end of this month. I think she saw the writing on the wall and decided to go back to truck driving with her husband.

The other day Shampa and I were instant messaging and (me liking to stir up shit out there) said that according to Sherry she thought everyone was moving back over to the old construction office where Larry and her sat. I knew this would stir up that office because they all sit OTP and would hate driving to inside the fruit loop. But, she apparently turned around and called another person on the team who in turn called Sherry and guess who’s company phone went off around 4:30 yesterday – mine, from Sherry. Sherry wondered why I was telling everyone that she said we were moving back there.

I asked, well didn’t you tell Dan this morning? Dan’s been talking about it all day.

Dan and I share an office and he often drives me crazy.

Just know that anything you tell Dan goes into concrete as fact.

I wanted to say, You’re the stupid bitch that started the rumor by telling Dan. It’s not my fault he took it as fact.

Afterwards, I texted Shampa that I took it that she told Sherry about our conversation. (BITCH) That’s the last time I tell her anything.

Meanwhile, I’m not so sure that the involuntary force reduction they got recently won’t turn into a voluntary reduction soon. Especially, getting a new boss in the mix. I saw dark clouds on the horizon so I started looking again. Well, I had been applying to some things since May. The other day I had a telephone interview with a large company similar (but different) than the one I’m with. I thought the interview was a disaster because the guy had me on speaker phone and I could barely hear anything he said. It took all my concentration just to hear what he was saying. At one point I made him repeat a question and even said, I’m having a hard time hearing you because you have me on speaker phone I’m getting an echoing effect.

Instead of saying, Oh I’ll take you off speaker phone, he said, Sorry and repeated the question. Not what I wanted, dude.

After hanging up I thought, Well, I bombed that one. Until last night I got an email from the recruiter saying Chris (was that his name? wow good thing I didn’t call him Dick which is what I thought he said his name was) really enjoyed your conversation concerning the position and would like to invite you to meet the team for on site interviews (wait for it) all day. Please send me your availability for all-day blocks starting from July 27……

All I could see was ALL DAY. I’ve never had an interview last ALL DAY. Oh my God. What could we possibly talk about ALL DAY? I’m kind of trying not to freak out about it. I’ve already dragged my suit out of the closet (I think it’s been almost a year since I’ve been on an interview) and made sure it fit. I’m going to work on a portfolio package to bring with me.  I guess all I can do is put it in my mind that I will nail it either way. (I have a lot of meditation to do between now and then).

I’ve saved the worst for last because this stuff sounds trivial compared to what my friend it going through. I have this friend I worked with at the Department of  trying to build roads but only threw people under the bus Transportation. Her brother has been kidnapped and we don’t know what to think. It’s been in the news and then they found a body in a lake nearby but they can’t identify it yet so they don’t know if it’s him or not. It’s been an ongoing nightmare for my friend and we feel so terrible for her and her family and all we can really do at this point is pray for them.

All that really puts things into perspective and it’s also really scary. We go about our day-to-day business not knowing what can happen next. Anything can happen at any time so it’s important to thank our lucky stars that we have a job to go to, people at work to bitch about and ALL DAY interviews. So, happy Friday, hug your person and tell them you love them and have a great, safe weekend!

Cheers!

friday chex mix -continuing education edition

Well, finals week is over, thank God! I think I scraped through with a B in both classes. The last final with the meathead of a prof I got an 88 but he still has to grade our projects, two labs and an xtra credit assignment so who knows after that. I’m just done and ready to be off until the fall semester.

Right as I was going into my final last night I happened to check my work email and saw that our boss sent out a meeting request after everyone had left for the day. This is very odd but honestly not surprising for him. Between us I’ve always felt he couldn’t manage himself out of a paper bag let alone a group. This meeting could go good or bad but I wasn’t going to worry about it at that moment. All I cared about was getting a B or higher on that final and getting out. 88% later I was in the car heading home in time to sit out on the back porch with Charlie and have a beer and toast the summer quarter being over.

So, this morning we learned we’re getting a new boss – which, from my personal perspective the new guy can’t be much worse than the old one. I’m like, A new face? Bring it!

Yeah, he could be worse than the old boss but the one advantage is that the resource manager d*ckhead that’s all buddy-buddy with the old boss will either A. have to leave with the old boss in order to keep that symbiotic relationship or B. He will lose any special treatment he has within the group because his buddy is leaving. Also, I think the wonder twins are gone, too. They won’t want the new boss moving into their office because the new boss may not be cool with them having an ongoing work affair. They will most-likely go back to construction together. So, without d*ckhead and the twins it’s bound to be somewhat of an improvement.

So, last weekend my younger second cousin was in town. This is the cousin who recently just came out as a lesbian in the family – the second since I came out. I’m telling you the straight people should move over and shut the hell up because we’re taking over the family. Her Dad hasn’t been taking it well despite his brother being gay and who has been with his partner for 29 years – a record and one that my younger cousin shouldn’t scoff at since he has two ex-wives.

I insisted on getting my cousin, Emily, a plane ticket down here so she could see how the more civilized half of the family lives and experience being in the life away from our po-dunky small town. She’s very quiet and you almost had to coax things out of her but she would talk after a while. We went out to lunch in Little 5 points after I picked her up and then I took her to a feminist bookstore where I bought her some age-appropriate reading. We also went to an Atlanta Dream game (she’s a huge basketball fan) and on that large skyview wheel in downtown Atlanta as well as an Imax movie at Fernbank.

The day before she left we borrowed our neighbors golf cart and drove it down to the neighborhood pool and swam and then we took her to Twains to catch the last of the Croatia/Russia game and play pool. She got to do a lot while she was here.

I think she had a good time, however, next time either her parents are going to get the plane ticket or she’s going to have to get a part-time job and save up once she’s driving age. Her parents are so like my family – narcissistic to a point where it’s an illness. Her Dad is a small chip off the block of my old man – he reminds me of him. It’s like dealing with a younger version of my Dad and I can only imagine what it’s like for her growing up there because I went through it. At least they can come out younger these days unlike me and my cousin- we would have been lynched if we would have in high school.

I tried to talk to her a little bit about college but bit back the If you don’t go to college you’ll never get out of there bit. I made sure I pointed out all the colleges down here that we drove by.

See this is Georgia Tech where the Dream plays.

We’re passing by Georgia State now they have really good business and law schools. Oh here’s Emory – they’re good in the medical field.

Well, this is Agnes Scott and they have all kinds of studies in Phycology and Public Health.

We also have University of Georgia that has really good veterinary and pharmacy programs.

Heeeello is any of this sinking in? I wanted to say. Not that she couldn’t live with her mom in Indianapolis and go to IUPUI and have a part time job which is what half of my family did. Nothing wrong with that. At least her Mom is more supportive about her sexuality and I feel wouldn’t hold her back, however, she really pushes sports on her and I don’t feel like at this rate that will get her anywhere. No one from our high school has ever gotten a sports scholarship anywhere. She’d be better off if she focused on her school work and not getting back into basketball – which is another thing. She busted her foot in practice two weeks prior and do you think anyone in my family could call me up and tell me Hey, cuz, Emily has a foot in a boot.

Nope. That’s just how asinine my family is.

Like I said, the whole fam are naval gazers focused THERE and not anything else around them. Despite her being in a boot and on crutches we still made it work. She mentioned coming down for Gay Pride in October and I told her that her parents would have to start a dialog with me about it. (which, I’m not holding my breath over). I got the ball rolling now the rest is on her. If she wants it she needs to make it happen because they won’t.

 

Happy Friday everyone and have a great weekend! Cheers!