Oh, what a crappy two days!

So, Friday was the company “team-building” exercise. This year’s fun? Charter fishing out of Hatteras.

Popped off of work around 1:15 Thursday afternoon, picked up my boss at his house in the Jeep, which I’d spent about an hour cleaning out the day before so it didn’t smell like an ashtray, and head to Rodanthe (where the beach house was).

On the way, my boss asked me to stop by an ABC store to pick up a bottle of rum for Hurricanes. I figured there’d be about fifteen people there, so a 1.75L bottle wouldn’t be too much (and might not even be enough).

Got down with relative ease, and others started showing up.

Then the drinking began.

Big bottle of Jack. Big bottle of Virginia Gentleman. Hurricanes. Bacardi Limon. Jameson’s.

I had a few shots to act like I was playing along, and nursed some Jameson’s on ice for effect.

My boss, on the other hand, got completely shitfaced. I did make a deal with him, though. Since the other four people in my office don’t do shit, and I do their work, he should fire them and give me their salaries. He okay’d it. 🙂

Anyway, we had to get up early on Friday, so people started retiring early, like 9:30. I finally rolled into the room I was sharing with bossman around 10:15, after I got off the phone with the girl. 🙂 I sent her one last text message, wandered out to the pool room outside the door, bitched at people to keep it down, and finally laid down. After five minutes of trying fitfully to sleep, I hear my boss rustling. Then I hear a gag……and power puke.

EEEEW.

I just kind of rolled out of bed, out of the room, and shut the door behind me.

Talked to the guys playing pool until they quit, then tried to sleep on a love seat in that room. Grabbed maybe 45 minutes of sleep, until someone came through to use the bathroom and woke me up. My legs were starting to cramp up, too, and now the odor was starting to waft out from the bedroom…..

I retreated to the Jeep, and slept there for about a grand total of an hour and fifteen minutes. At least it was quiet, and didn’t smell like vomit.

Departure time for Hatteras was 0430. And, of course, boss was riding with me, again. Before we got out of the driveway, I had to pull over for him to power puke again. Managed to spray the inside of the door, too! Thanks, boss!

Luckily, he didn’t puke any more on the way down to the boat.

Got on the boat, and as soon as we got out of the inlet, things started getting rough. Boss starts scarfing down a bunch of fruit he’d bought. Yeah, good idea. Less than an hour out, he’s hanging over the side…..which he did several times throughout the day.

I got seasick, too, but didn’t alternate my time between sleeping in the cabin, and hanging over the side like he did. I only barfed twice, as opposed to like eight times.

Caught some fish, brought home lots of meat. Got to fight with a white marlin for awhile.

Dropped boss off, hosed off the door better, and headed home. Lit a cigarette to mask the pukey smell in the Jeep. Home, shower, fish to freezer, then over to girl’s to help her with whatever emotional crisis she’d gotten into at work (she forgot to tell someone that somebody had called, and got bitched out, etc. etc.). Finally got some solid food again, as she wanted Wendy’s. Choked down some chicken nuggets and was okay.

Yeah, that all pretty much sucked. I need a fucking raise.

Tarot Card

The Judgement
You are the Judgement card. Judgment has also been
called the Aeon and Rejuvenation. Judgment is
the final decision that allows for a new
growth. The concept of Judgment day refers to a
time when those in existence are brought into a
new era. This new era may occur symbolically in
your own life, but it may appear with mystery,
not declaring itself boldly but instead
promising a new adventure to be had. The
feeling may come within, as the desire to make
a change in your life. This change is one that
is actively persuaded by your own actions
rather than one that is thrust upon you. Image
from: The Maninni Tarot deck, Mike Willis.
http://www.calweb.com/~queribus/maninni.html

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Pissant

So, since I was already nauseous from drinking too much last night, I decided to tune in Air Enron (see Brian Maloney’s excellent coverage at Radio Equalizer.), to see what the moonbats were talking about. The show was “Ring of Fire,” which features Robert F. Kennedy, Jr., a man who sounds like he’s on the verge of crying every time he speaks.
Anyhow, Kennedy gained some notice earlier this week by writing an article claiming that Katrina was a direct result of the US failing to ratify the Kyoto treaty. Today, he brought up Pat Robertson’s claim from a few years back that Orlando was going to be hit by a hurricane as punishment from God for hiring homosexuals (he left out the most entertaining part of that story…..it was a hurricane *or* a meteor, according to Rev. Pat.).
Kennedy at first began to dismiss Robertson’s implication for the hogwash that it is. Then, suddenly, he starts quoting from Hosea. (WTF?) For the next couple of minutes, he gives a back story about how Haley Barbour lobbied President Bush to abandon a proposed a policy change in regards to CO2 emmissions. His final conclusion? That, yes, Katrina is divine punishment on the state of Mississippi for Barbour’s lobbying.
Ummmhmm.

Oh, Arianna…..

I actually was prompted to write a letter over this.

When is Randall Robinson going to provide corroboration for his claim that cannibalism is happening in New Orleans.
Or, on the other hand, when will you issue a retraction?
Sincerely,
—
Sean Bergeron, Yorktown, VA
(Reporter, with has lots of family on the Gulf Coast)

Fucking Europeans

Luxembourg Foreign Minister Jean Asselborn, in a veiled criticism of U.S. political thought, said the disaster showed the need for a strong state that could help poor people.
“You see in this example that even in the 21st century you need the state, a good functioning state, and I hope that for all these people, these poor people, that the Americans will do their best,” he told reporters at a European Union meeting in Newport, Wales. Story.
Didn’t seem to help the nearly 15,000 who died in France….not because of a storm with 150mph winds, but just because of a heat wave…..
Fucktards.

Nice

San Francisco rejects having the USS Iowa as a tourist attraction (like the Wisconsin in Norfolk), because they oppose the war.
All well and good. Let’s see if we can ensure that the city of San Francisco never gets another dime of federal money. Assholes.