The Hook Up Continued …

Well it finally happened today!! You see I was under the impression that everyone at this point was aware that this guy was hired because he was my boss’ drinking buddy and was out of a job. I was wrong. Not everyone knew apparently. Someone today started to rip into our boss right in front of this guy. Now I don’t care too much for the guy that is ramming his foot down his own throat, but the stuff he saying was way out of line and right in front of his personal friend. I’m trying to tell him to shut up, giving him signals, coughing I mean I did everything but say “Hey dumbass shut up!!” He didn’t pick up on it though. The new guy is standing there, stunned and he looks at me and I walk away. I’m not getting involved in this. I worked too hard for where I am to see it all go away because of some dumbass and some high school back biting bullshit.

It all started because my boss left early yesterday and took today off. He just bought a cottage and was moving in this weekend. He left his vehicle at work and used one of the company pick-up trucks. So the dumbass for no reason whatsoever just started ripping into him about that first and then one thing led to another and all of a sudden he is talking about my boss’ kids. The new guy and my boss are so close that they are the godfathers of each others children, so needless to say, the new guy was not impressed either. Monday will be an interesting day.

BITCH!!

I cannot believe the outcry over the keffiyeh scarf worn by Rachel Ray. I swear Americans have gone totally insane. “The keffiyeh has come to symbolize murderous Palestinian jihad,” said conservative Fox News commentator Michelle Malkin. FAAAAAAAAAAAAACK YOOOOOOOOOOOOU BITCH!! It’s a scarf for crying out loud!! I didn’t know fashion could do this to a person. I’ve searched the internet for photos of Ms. Malkin and in every photo, even her own on her own site, she is wearing practically the same thing. It’s like Wal*Mart had a sale on the exact same blouse and she bought a ton of them, in different shades of the same colour. Girl, you make money, don’t be hating on others with a fashion sense, get some help and new clothes!

I also happened to notice she looks Chinese. “The Chinese face symbolizes murderous acts and violate basic human rights against the people of Tibet”. I know she’s not Chinese, but she does kinda look like it. According to her own logic, should get a face lift otherwise she is constantly promoting hate crimes and violations to basic human rights.

BITCH!!

Woohoo!!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Best day at work by far! I asked for a raise, in addition to the annual increase that we receive, that was approved today, was awarded a $100,000.00 job and we finally hired an AutoCAD operator so I no longer have to do it for everyone!

Woo Hoo!!

Life can be MEAN!

Said good-bye to a friend today. Right after I said it, I swear this was the next song that came up on my iPod.

Life can really kick you in the balls when you’re down sometimes.

Definition of Torture

Despite what Oxford and Webster’s Dictionary say, the TRUE definition of torture is shopping with your Arab mom and Arab sister looking for a dress for the Arab sister to wear to an Arab wedding shower.

if you don’t believe me, try it. I spent 5 excruciating hours on Saturday May 17, 2008 proving that definition. It was unbelievable. The dress has to be absolutely perfect. It has to suit her body style, north American style, cover her up, look like spring/summer dress, not make her look dark and fit within a student’s budget.

Finding a summer dress that is summer, north American and covers her up is impossible. My sister is also a typical Arab girl meaning she is top heavy, so any v-cut dress, shows way to much cleavage, not just from my point of view being her big brother, but hers too. She looks at a dress and then says, man, I need a breast reduction. Not quietly, mind you, but loud, like loud enough for husbands of other wives to look over.

While we are at the mall, we run into the mother of the girl who is having the wedding shower. So mama asks her, just to clarify, if any male waiters are going to be present, she said no. AWESOME!! Now the covering up restriction has been removed thus making the task much easier. Well, you’d think anyways. My mom and I picked out like 50 dresses and nopes, my sister does like the way her legs look. So now, she needs a longer dress. Fine. Here’s another one, or 50, nope, don’t like the style, or cut or frilly things. We finally find one that she likes and now mama says no. This colour makes you look too dark. I know you’re probably thinking WTF but it’s an Arab thing. Arab women apparently are not supposed to look tan, they are supposed to be light as possible. Which is hilarious to me, because white people go to freakin’ tanning salons and get skin cancer so they can look us. I swear the whole world messed up.

To even speed things up, I removed the student budget and said I would pay for any dress up to $500, even though its for one stupid night, I don’t care, just move it along.

So after 5 excruciating hours what did we get see below:

It’s beautiful isn’t it!!! Some people go up to a cottage, go visit family, but none of that for me thanks, this is how I wanted to start my long weekend.

I need a new brother, maybe an older one

It’s the summertime now, well almost, and don’t get me wrong, I LOVE IT! The only problem is grass grows in the summer and being the oldest in the family means I have to cut it. I thought I had an excellent excuse with my health issues and all, and really they are not just excuses, they are doctors orders. It’s not that I can’t cut grass it’s that I am not supposed to over exert myself and we have a steep hill in our back yard. I had to cut the grass today and I screwed up. I should have checked how wet the grass was at the bottom of lawn. Needless to say it was wet and a job that normally takes like 20 to 25 minutes tops, took me and hour and forty-five minutes. Unreal. And that’s after a long day at work to boot.

I have a younger brother, but I only know that because my parents told me so. I never see the guy, he’s constantly out with his friends. The guy is completely useless, he doesn’t even clean his room or nothing. And it’s not because he’s neat, he’s a slob. He does nothing around the house. Spoiled little brat. I wonder what that feels like, to have to do nothing, have no cares, no responsibilities. One day, just one day, I’d like to know what that feels like.

I just realized my life is boring.

My life is so boring. I am 28 years old, single and don’t do anything. I get up, go to work and come home. If I have a ride, I go to gym, if not then I go for a jog or walk at a track near by, but that’s it. It’s not like I don’t wanna have fun or do anything, I love going out, going to movies, live theatre, live music, pretty much live anything really. I just don’t really have anyone to go with. All my friends are either married, nowhere near where I live anymore or work afternoons. I mean it’s got to the point where I almost look forward to going into work so I can have some fun with people as opposed stupid simple PC puzzle games and ‘Stumbling’ around the internet. I just wanna meet someone that I can spend the rest of my life with.

Boo!

Finally it’s the weekend and it’s like 8 am as I write this.  It’s not fair.  It has been a LONG week at the office  and I have been looking forward to the weekend since like Tuesday, not because I have anything planned but because I knew it was going to be a LONG week and I could use the rest.  So why am I writing at 8 am then, because my body is too stupid realize that it is Saturday.

Since I get up everyday at like 6:30 am to get ready and get to work, my body gets up around that time automatically, alarm or not.  It’s not nearly as bad in the winter when it is still dark at that time, but now in the spring/summer, it sucks, the sun is shining so bright.  And of course, my house and room is set up such that if the curtains are not complete shut, a sliver of light comes through and hits me right in my eye balls.  I try to ignore it and fall back asleep but apparently I a bladder the size of a pea and every, and I mean every, morning that I get up I have to go pee.  Now all hope of going back to sleep is lost and I just become lazy for the remainder of the day or, on the extreme opposite, I go into the office and end up working thus ruining my weekend.

My Return

I am new to blogging, a friend of mine introduced me to it a few months ago. She is actually really into it and has one of the most respected blog sites on the interweb, she’s kinda of like a small celebrity. Her site is pretty cool, her posts are so random its great, some days she really makes you laugh and others she makes you really think. She suggested that I should blog too, it would help me relieve some stress. So I made a few posts and to perfectly honest with you, it did, i felt great afterward. So why stop posting you may ask. Well, only one person ever read my post and I talked to her everyday, so no real need to post, I was able to ‘vent’ to her.

Well we stopped talking a few weeks ago. I don’t want to get into details regarding the issue, but before I started again, to vent that is, I wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t write anything that I would regret later. Anyways, this is my return and time permitting I will post daily or almost daily. People always tell me that I should write a book about my life. Since I highly doubt a publisher is going to give me an advance and allow me to write a book about some loser, this is how I’m gonna give the world a glimpse into the world of Moo.