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I do feel bad about this… Whenever I set a time to meet Seth, I’m usually about an hour late. If I say I’ll meet him at the restaurant around 6, I’ll probably show up around 7. If I plan to drop by his place around 7, I’ll end up getting there around 8.
Today, we setup a Go date and I was about ready to head out the door. Then Kippy stopped me to discuss project budget. How can I refuse? Talking about how to manage large amount of money in great details… that’s what I was born to do. It doesn’t matter, I purchased large quantity of alcohol which remedied everything.
Seth went through the basics of Go and I got him drunk enough to lose. It was a good game.

In the Morning:
While going about my morning routine, I saw the whole security team gathered in a conference room with Steve drawing intricate diagrams on the white board. This is the second time I missed a meeting because nobody bothered to invite me. And that was exactly what I told Kippy. He responded coldly that had I bothered to check my email, I would have found the meeting notice in my inbox. Furthermore, he pointed out that most of the team was here over the weekend when they scheduled this. By “most of the team,” he meant everyone but me presumably.
I ducted into the conference room, only to be ordered out by Steve to print out the vendor’s latest email. Urg… I was ready to hang myself right then and there.

At Noon:
Picked out the couch that I wanted.
I’ve been reading too much Black Butler, so all I could think about is what I want to be sitting on when Sebastian serves me my cup of Assam. In the end, I picked out a camel back sofa. Now I just need to find everything else to fit with it.

In the Afternoon:
Found that my schedule’s actually pretty packed for the week. Today’s gym, tomorrow’s Go with Seth, Wednesday’s paper review with Harry, Thursday’s volleyball with Wolly, and Friday’s… well, probably going back to MI, unless we’re getting the next DCP out that day.

At Night:
When I got to the gym, I realized that I forgot to swap my boots for my gym shoes… But that’s okay, the trip to the locker room was worth it. I saw a girl with humongous knockers. She was about half a head shorter than me, well proportioned, except for her chest. It must be at least three times my size (in black lace). Really sweet girl too, apparently does a lot of cardio, or at least talked a lot about it. I gotta remember to return around 8PM next time, see if I can catch that again.

At Midnight:
Enjoying rum and coke

SO came over for the weekend. Being the only other person to set foot in my apartment, he told me that it really isn’t as bad as he thought (or words to that affect… gotta be careful quoting people with commenting rights on this blog…) Spent most days lying around or shopping. We also went to dine with Lu and Phil. There’s this dim sum place in Gaithersburg that’s excellent, if you can get the food cart close enough to your table.

I was doing my taxes and almost fainted when TurboTax showed that I owe Michigan $4K. Then I realized that they didn’t take into account that I’ve been paying Maryland over the past year. Luckily, I spent the last day of 2009 in Walkersville, which is apparently cheaper than celebrating New Years Eve in Frederick.

Went to play volleyball with Wolly today.
I thought, with my gym buddy gone, that I’ll never have enough motivation to workout again. I was seriously contemplating about switching to Gold’s Gym, because at least Bill goes there regularly (those Clarkson kids are perfect substitutions of each other, right?) but then Wolly mentioned the games on Thursdays.
It was a lot of fun. The last time I played was probably in middle school. Wolly’s a good instructor and it’s easier to learn now that I’m less nervous about making an ass of myself. By the time we were done practicing, my wrists were bright red and swollen. This can’t actually be good for your body…
I was hoping to meet new people, preferably some hot chick who digs romantic comedies and Chipotle burritos. Instead, I met a mechanical engineer… If I really wanted to befriend a ME, I’d walk across the hall between 9 to 5 on any given workday. Oh well, there’s always next Thursday.

Has this ever happen to you?
You put on your ensemble in the morning, but decide to change a shirt. Well, you figured out a long time ago which bra makes your boobs look best in which shirt - so you change the bra. Since the new shirt’s less dressy, you gotta change your pants. This leads to changing your underwear because there’s no need to wear thongs with a pair of pants that doesn’t show pantie line. Of course your pants color dictates your socks color, but luckily you’re not out the door yet, so at least you don’t have to change shoes. However, you do need to change your coat because, com’on, there’s no way you were so lucky as to pick out a coat that matches two separate outfits in the first place.
Long story short, this is why I was late to work today.

Before leaving, Cameron asked me again to get his performance review from Kippy. I kept putting it off because I wanted to catch Kippy in a talkative mood. Last time, Kippy really couldn’t give two hoots about the topic.
I brought up the subject today after work. Kippy asked why I talk about Cameron so much, adding that Cameron never talked about me when I was on vacation. Then he went to give the warmest praises, talking about how we never missed a deadline when Cameron was working the DCPs. Now the bar’s raised and he wanted to see if I can live up to the same rep. Good lord, I’m sorry I even said the name.

Jennifer: I tried out what you said and I honestly cannot do it, even if I had the TV on for two hours…

I opened up my fridge today and was so surprised that there was food in there…

After bitching for a day and a half about Cameron leaving, I’m finally over it. Sure, there’ll be triple amount of work waiting for the next few weeks, but I can handle it… That’s what overtime’s for.

Jennifer and I are blowing money this weekend. Spent over $100 on underwear at aerie (not sure if that’s smart closet planning) and we’re hitting Pottery Barn and Anthro today, finishing up with Japonica before I get ready to put in my full 9 hours on President’s Day.

Yeah, it’s a pain when I have to write two versions of the same blog… Anyway, here’s the clean version of what happened yesterday: drove to Queens, had pita for lunch, met up with Jennifer, had Japanese for dinner, crashed around 10PM…

I got the couch this time Can’t bank on the same deal twice in a row.
The office closed around 10AM this time. It’s a beautiful day and all the snow’s melting, but apparently Frederick County has ordered all cars to be off the roads for cleaning, so the PA told all of us to go home once again. Cameron, Mo, and I caught a ride with Bill while Sid and Yufi hung around to finish some work.

I always get what I want, without fail. But whoever’s granting me these wishes must be an extremist with a strange sense of humor. I wanted to hangout with Cameron before his long vacation… of course, I didn’t mean locked up with him and two other guys for 80 hours within a one week period… Since all the guys are here, I’ve attempted making dinner a couple of times. Every time I’m cooking, Cameron’s off to Virginia. I guess I should have asked for all of my boys to be at the dinner table. Just watch, if I wish for such a thing, I’ll somehow end up cooking for half of the office crew.

Three Hours Later…
I KNEW IT!! Cameron canceled his Virginia trip and invited Preppy and Prasad over for dinner too… Yeah, that definitely qualifies as “all of my boys at the dinning table”…