I am frikkin Oblivious

That's right... I may as well change my name to Oblivious Johnson... or some other ridiculous name... Two big headlines, and I am in my own little world, working like a bitch.

'Equipment failure' cuts power in Florida

No shit... apparently while I was printing off some dollar bills, power went out all across the entire state of Florida. Did it hit my office? Of course not... But when I got home, I got a voicemail from the power company...

"We are aware that your home was without power... please contact us if your power is still out..."

A. Like I would have gotten that message if my power was still out
B. If the power was still out I'm sure it'd be like Tampa just won an NBA championship and I'd be out "acquiring" a new fat screen TV.

Neeless to say, all is well... my juice is flowing.

Coffee break for Starbucks' 135,000 baristas
Coffee chain to close all 7,100 stores for employee training. Dunkin' Donuts offers 99 cent promotion.

Now, I probably drink more Starbucks than is healthy for me. But I had NO CLUE that my fix would be out of service this afternoon for 3 hours! Good thing I mostly hit the sauce in the AM, huh? I would probably feel bad for the poor chumps that work nights and need that cup of coffee just to make it through to 10pm, but whatever... not my problem.

Of course, the other little side item that is almost like finding a pimple on a hippo... Starbucks recently laid off 600 people? WTF??? Maybe they got rid of all the assholes that don't understand "Yes, I would like room for cream." Seriously, how hard is that?

Of course compared to the Great Sub-Prime Mortgage Tsunami I survived in 2007, 600 lay-offs is like they just wen to recess or something. I'm sure they'll all be back with tans.

Peace out...

Heitz

seriously, wtf?

Am I like the only one this happens to?

The building I work in is pretty much on lock down mode on the weekends. You need a key card to just get in the building and there is a special, top-secret code to access the elevators. Now, I am not REAL good at remembering number sequences so I kept the email with the code in my briefcase.

I saw the paper in my bag the other day, so i know it was there. This morning, nowhere to be found. So, I'm wondering a coupole things:

1. When did I remove it from the bag?
2. Why the fuck would I remove it from my bag?

I can only assume it's my sub-conscious fucking with me. I mean here I am, building a pretty decent amount of business, wanting to go in on a Saturday to take care of some administrative bs that just tends to slip away from me during the week. No harm in that right?

My sub-concious however cleary decided there was no flippin' way I was going to work today and made me remove that code from my bag. bastards...

So, my two choices are this... kick back and relax with some coffee and video games today; or I could call my division director who is probably relaxing with his wife and son, and ask him what the code is at like 8:30am on a Saturday morning.



OK, so I am not the fucking heartless.Instead, I decided it's time to write my first blog in two weeks. The pot of coffee is almost gone. Hmmm... what the hell else should I do today. It's way too early to crank up the amp and play some power chords... I'm sure my neighbors would LUV that... too early to go drinking...

what the hell do people do on Saturday mornings when they are not workaholics? I'm frikkin' lost over here...

Oh well, I guess I will make the most of it. I hear someone banging up and down the staris moving in... maybe I'll go see what they have I can borrow. :)

Peace out...
Heitz