Ayatollah Khomeini’s Dance Party!

As if being sick at work with the flue wasn’t hellish enough, my boss is blasting Persian techno music. BAD Persian techno at that…But, is there really any good kind?

Optionally I was going to title this entry “Aya-toll-ah to turn that crap off!”

I dunno, funnier?

Hey, let me take another hit of that DWI

Leasing Agent: Jes, can jou tells me what the felony on Juan Espinoza’s record iz?
Me: Yes, its drug related.
Leasing Agent: Felony drunk driving?
Me: Umm…No. Drugs.
Leasing Agent: DWI?
Me: No, drugs; narcotics.
Leasing Agent: *tsss* DWI is a drug.
Me: *click*

Beginning of the End? I can only hope so...

The boss lady, #2 in command and the one really running the show, up and quit yesterday. She’d just had enuff and walked out. Problem is, she was the ‘people person’ and holding things together. It’s only been a day and already thing are starting to unravel. The ship is starting to sink; meanwhile I’ll be on the deck with a glass of champagne and a smile, watching this bitch go down…

Party hearty, bro…

On the landing of the 4th floor parking garage stairwell was an empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I can only imagine the type of people who pound down shots of whiskey from the bottle in such a place.