it's friday!
grazie a Dio!
ho arrivato a la fina della settimana sensa mazzare il mondo.
sono tutti disgraziati, questi genti, e non gli voglie vedere per 3 giorni doppo oggi.
there. from now on, perhaps i will just bitch in italian, to prevent others from rolling their eyes at yet another one of Carlo's bad days...
no Bab5 again last night (sorry, Xtien!) but i did have a most excellent espresso at Cafe International. it was very crowded and noisy for a thursday evening.
oh, and i got my third parking ticket in 3 weeks this morning! yayzors!
that just equalled my previous life's total for parking tickets, don'cha know.
Unt now i must simply figure out a way to get through this day with a minimum of destabilatory stress. i have every intention of being at marc's tonight and having about a billion drinks. my only concern is that if i watch a bad movie (like that midsummer night hollywood remake) my brain may indeed leak right the fuck out of my ears. then again, i could always sneak off into the other room to help cfoo practice for the all-star game. after all, just cuz i don't enjoy the game anymore doesn't necessarily mean everyone else as well hates it.
here's my 'i want a pony' itinerary for today:
7:30-8:00 - montreal office, take care of outstanding issues and pick up prod. manager.
8:30-11:30 - up at mirabel facility to complete the day's paperwork and trivialities.
12:00 - lunch with cousin Paolo.
2:00 - a quick round of golf.
5:00 - after-golf drink, and head over towards marc's.
here's the reality:
7:30-8:00 - same as above, only one of the things i needed prepared for me is NOT waiting on my desk, forcing me to find my way back to the montreal office sometime between now and when i leave for QC tomorrow morning.
8:30-16:30 - stuck up at mirabel for the entire day in order to ensure that all the day's itemized tasks are completed, or at least addressed.
16:30-17:30 - breakneck attempt to get to the post office in little italy to pick up mail before it closes. remember that my departure point is up in mirabel, and i have to negotiate the deadly 15+40 merge in rush hour.
17:30 - limp to marc's after the post-office race through traffic.
:(
i live in a giant bucket.
ho arrivato a la fina della settimana sensa mazzare il mondo.
sono tutti disgraziati, questi genti, e non gli voglie vedere per 3 giorni doppo oggi.
there. from now on, perhaps i will just bitch in italian, to prevent others from rolling their eyes at yet another one of Carlo's bad days...
no Bab5 again last night (sorry, Xtien!) but i did have a most excellent espresso at Cafe International. it was very crowded and noisy for a thursday evening.
oh, and i got my third parking ticket in 3 weeks this morning! yayzors!
that just equalled my previous life's total for parking tickets, don'cha know.
Unt now i must simply figure out a way to get through this day with a minimum of destabilatory stress. i have every intention of being at marc's tonight and having about a billion drinks. my only concern is that if i watch a bad movie (like that midsummer night hollywood remake) my brain may indeed leak right the fuck out of my ears. then again, i could always sneak off into the other room to help cfoo practice for the all-star game. after all, just cuz i don't enjoy the game anymore doesn't necessarily mean everyone else as well hates it.
here's my 'i want a pony' itinerary for today:
7:30-8:00 - montreal office, take care of outstanding issues and pick up prod. manager.
8:30-11:30 - up at mirabel facility to complete the day's paperwork and trivialities.
12:00 - lunch with cousin Paolo.
2:00 - a quick round of golf.
5:00 - after-golf drink, and head over towards marc's.
here's the reality:
7:30-8:00 - same as above, only one of the things i needed prepared for me is NOT waiting on my desk, forcing me to find my way back to the montreal office sometime between now and when i leave for QC tomorrow morning.
8:30-16:30 - stuck up at mirabel for the entire day in order to ensure that all the day's itemized tasks are completed, or at least addressed.
16:30-17:30 - breakneck attempt to get to the post office in little italy to pick up mail before it closes. remember that my departure point is up in mirabel, and i have to negotiate the deadly 15+40 merge in rush hour.
17:30 - limp to marc's after the post-office race through traffic.
:(
i live in a giant bucket.
posted by carlo at 9:03 AM
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