Respect the wait-staff. Period.

The accountant and his wife are seated at one end of the table with the lawyer and his wife. At the other end of the table are a group of employees and their friends. The table has shared a few bottles of wine over the course of the evening; the employees and friends have been more conservative since it is the accountant and lawyer picking up the tab. The talk is light and laughter resounds often throughout the conversation, especially amongst the friends. The waiter has come to help one of the friends with a wine selection. That's when it happens.

The accountant's arm shoots up into the air--he snaps his fingers twice, then beckons the waiter from the other end of the table.

The waiter's body freezes for a split second before he continues describing the wine list, ignoring the accountant. While everyone tries to pretend that what happened didn't just happen, there is a moment when you can see everyone's pupils dilate to the size of saucers. A little later, the waiter relents and goes to see what the accountant needed so urgently.

Shortly after he does this, the waiter leaves, obviously agitated. The accountant's wife stands to leave, and assertively suggests her husband follow her. He thankfully does. On his way out of the restaurant, he meets the waiter once more.

    "I asked you for a coffee half an hour ago."
    "I gave it to you, sir."
    "No you didn't."
    "Yes, I did."
    "No, when?"
    "Half an hour ago, sir."
    "I didn't get it."
    "Yes you did. And then you spilled it. It's still on the front of my shirt."
    "I did no such thing."
    "Yes you did. You spilled your coffee on me while paying for the bill, right over there."
    "What are you on drugs?"
    "Good night, sir."

And with that, the waiter turned around, and left the swaying accountant to make his way out of the restaurant, his wife already having left him behind, and everyone else at the table too embarrassed to make eye contact with him.

S.H.I.T.

The LAST Thursday I will spend at this office. Someone asked me if I was happy to be leaving. I replied "yes." I had to. Why would I do something to purposefully make me unhappy?

Today may be my last Thursday, but tomorrow will be my FIRST Friday of the rest of my life.
...

I'm excited at the opportunities that lie upon our feet. Fruit for the plucking when the time is right. No stool or step ladder needed. It will come. As they say, "The world is your oyster." And I'll be picking them up with you, pants rolled knee high. I love you. And I can't wait.

Memo

I'm seething to write a post, but I haven't decided whether it should be about the Golden Rule of doing unto others, or about keeping pettiness to yourself and off of online networking systems...

...perhaps I'll write both.

Song of the Moment: "Already Gone" - Kelly Clarkson

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would have work out right, yeah
We were never meant for do or die

I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you
Now I can't stop

I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
Someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone

Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you wanna cry
It started with a perfect kiss then
We could feel the poison set in
Perfect couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so
I love you enough to let you go

You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrong
I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on
So I'm already gone

Thank goodness it's Thursday

Reading a new favourite website, I learned something. While the traditional weekday acronym is T.G.I.F. for "thank goodness it's Friday," I can now have one for Thursday too.

S.H.I.T. - so happy it's Thursday.

Nice. I only wish I'd learned this yesterday.

www.cleverbot.com

I just had a conversation with an AI. It was a frustrating as talking to my Thunderous Chicken of a friend.
...
User: How's your day so far?

Cleverbot: Wonderful actually. How is yours?

User: Not bad, thanks.

Cleverbot: I'm ok, just tired.

User: Where are you?

Cleverbot: Where aren't I?

Cleverbot: Are you an alien?

User: No.

Cleverbot: Human?

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: No.

User: No?

Cleverbot: Yes.

User: What do you mean?

Cleverbot: Nothing.

User: Yes.

Cleverbot: Who are you?

User: Who are you?

Cleverbot: If you are me then I guess that makes me you, correct?

User: I never iimplied that I was you, nor that you were me, you are making an incorrect assumption.

Cleverbot: Sure.

Thoughts to avoid the obvious

I think my team Sugar should have some sort of catch phrase to cheer after winning:

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Sugar is Sweet
And we just kicked your ass!

It's a work in progress.
...

"Perfection is impossible, but we can always try to be better."
    --Bill Clinton
...

I wanted change, but I don't know if I was prepared for that much.
...

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing."
    --Anais Nin

Confused as the cat

The day is just crawling by. I'm throwing myself into my work in an attempt to distract myself, yet every time I look up, only minutes have passed. I suppose that means I'm being time-efficient and productive, but it's killing me.

Though thinking about it, I'm not sure that I want the end of the day to come. I don't know what that's going to bring either.

Fuck.

Options

I think the cat was confused last night. He didn't know whether to sleep upstairs on the couch, or downstairs on the bed.