May 25, 2006
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First off, for those that don’t know, my brother is getting ready to deploy soon. Good luck to him on that. Second, I now have 3 years in the Army (not counting West Point time) which means that my pay goes up $480 a month, before taxes.
The last couple of days could not truly be defined as “work days”, unless you worked on the type of job that allowed to bill the company for the time spent doing things like driving and eating with a client and such. I went out to Nove again, which is a 35 minute drive, which turned into a 45 minute drive, because i think the Italians were afraid that it was going to rain and started driving slower in anticipation. I got to the place I needed to go to, picked up a sample of the mug that we were getting made (I was there 5 minutes tops), and started driving back. On the way, I decided that it was crap that I ad to do all this driving, and stopped off for gelato, on the Army’s time. Since you can’t eat and drive, I went back to my car, grabbed The Dilbebrt Principle, and sat down on a bench to read. As soon as I sat down, there was an opening in the clouds, and the sun was shining directly on me. Once I finished the gelato, I called my boss, let him know that the mug looked good. Then I drove back to post (45 minutes) got into uniform, and went to lunch.
The first thing that I promised you was my idea for a “Bring your ‘Friend’ Party”. Everyone has that person that they like, but refuses to date you because you’re “such a good friend” or because they “value your friendship and don’t want to mess that up,” or some other lame excuse, all while dating a long line of jerks, only to tell you what jerks they are. Well, for this party, everyone is required to bring that friend (or friends, if you have more. I have at least 2). Then you just abandon them, and go hit on other people’s “Friends”. Hell, if you’re such a nice guy, you might just find someone else whom you’re not already friends with. And you ave the comfort of knowing that your friend is being chased by other “nice guys”. Plus, you are almost assured a mix that is 50/50, as long as everyone brings at least one friend.
This idea was something I concocted when I went out to dinner with a bunch of coworkers one night. I”m not really sure what prompted it, but it was there. The people were single, except for one, who was married, but his wife was teaching in Japan. My other single’s group consists of 3 other LT’s and a Captain. I’m pretty sure that the discussions that occur in that group should not be printed here. Actually, one of the LT’s is married. We also make fun of him. Another just went on leave to get married. Damn, all my friends are leaving. Now it’s me, the girl, and the Captain, who is a total player.
I’m not saying that my married friends aren’t cool, but it’s a pain in the butt being the odd man out. I’m not saying that I don’t take the occasional opportunity to remind everyone of my freedom, and the fact that I don’t purchase food in bulk to feed a small horde.
Alright, this post has run out of steam.
Black6, out.
Comments (4)
So find some swinger married friends, no more “odd man out” problem. nuk nuk nuk
yeah, i am going to report this on my site and just link to you, maybe i shoudl plan one of these this summer, i have like 4 of them
Hello Sir, That bring your friend party sounds interesting. I have heard “Let’s just be friends” so many times to the point of throwing-up. Oh got a good one for you-What I always hated are family holiday meals — I always end up sitting at the “children” table, while my brothers would be at the “grown-up” table with their wives!! Smile. By the way be sure to visit: http://www.xanga.com/RKBeale he planning to visit probably in your area this week. Take care please! Sharon
Hello, Hope this finds you doing great. By the way are the mugs going to be “unbreakable”? Please have a great week, and remember my moto “Remember to have fun”. Sharon