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This karmic cycle is accelerating
Jun. 27th, 2001 10:19 amGather 'round kids...Uncle Big Raoul's gonna tell you a story.
So I go to meet Emily et al. last night. Stopped at Machiavelli for a quick bite to eat, and then over to Bauhaus to check to see if the crew was there. They weren't, so then I proceeded to the Baltic Room. I sat at the bar, bored, waiting for people to show up, hoping that I hadn't wasted $5.00 on a cover charge for a dance night that I had no intention of dancing at - by myself or with anyone else. But in time, Emily & Ian showed, and then Jeffrey shortly thereafter.
As Emily and I sat at the bar chatting, I turned my head to glance at the other folks coming through the door. A couple walks in and approaches our location. I squinted my eyes to get a better look in the darkness...ahh shiz.
It was Cheryl, ex-girlfriend extrordinaire from way back in the day, who I hadn't seen in probably 5 years. In fact, she was the first girl I dated after Emily and I broke up. And of all the times to run into her...heh. I refrained from asking her if she was still Born Again. It didn't seem appropriate, with her boyfriend there and all. We used to get into these blowout theological arguments, where I found myself defending tenets of (Catholic) faith that I didn't even subscribe to, just because I loathed evangelical Christianity (her perspective) so much. But we'd only ever do this on the phone. Face to face we were sweet as pie. Man that was a weird one.
Anyhoo, with that little meet and greet over with, much drinking was done by the four of us, to the tune of some soulless drum 'n' bass. When it came time to leave, I got up to go pay my tab. When I returned, Jeffrey handed me my coat and we were off to go next door to Machiavelli. One problem though - it wasn't my coat. Some jackass had walked off with my jacket. Needless to say, I was displeased. I had really just wanted to go home and go to bed. Now I was forced to hang out until 2:00 to see if it turned up. At least I had their coat, with their car keys in it, so they weren't going anywhere either. I tried calling my cell phone (which was in the pocket), but I got no answer - probably because I had locked it. Smeg.
At Machiavelli, Jeffrey, Emily, & I were joined by Ursula, Jacob, and some d00d named Jon Serious. (Yeah. Serious. That's what he said his name was, so whatevs.) It was girls against boys, with the boys (Jeffrey & myself excepted) trying to get their mack on with the ladies. They failed. Miserably. It was hi-lar-i-ous. Had to be there.
At about 2:00, I walked back over to The Baltic Room. Lo and behold, the guy who had my jacket walked in right after me. So we swapped coats and went on our merry ways.
I managed not to get home and into bed until about 2:20 or so, which may account for the fact that I got to work an hour late today, have a splitting headache, and am in a generally crabby mood. To add to this, I found out that my assistant is being moved to another department. Which means that I'm going to have to train yet another person, and all the time I've spent getting the current person up to speed will be for naught . I'm fucking sick of this shit. Stick a fork in me - I'm done.
So I go to meet Emily et al. last night. Stopped at Machiavelli for a quick bite to eat, and then over to Bauhaus to check to see if the crew was there. They weren't, so then I proceeded to the Baltic Room. I sat at the bar, bored, waiting for people to show up, hoping that I hadn't wasted $5.00 on a cover charge for a dance night that I had no intention of dancing at - by myself or with anyone else. But in time, Emily & Ian showed, and then Jeffrey shortly thereafter.
As Emily and I sat at the bar chatting, I turned my head to glance at the other folks coming through the door. A couple walks in and approaches our location. I squinted my eyes to get a better look in the darkness...ahh shiz.
It was Cheryl, ex-girlfriend extrordinaire from way back in the day, who I hadn't seen in probably 5 years. In fact, she was the first girl I dated after Emily and I broke up. And of all the times to run into her...heh. I refrained from asking her if she was still Born Again. It didn't seem appropriate, with her boyfriend there and all. We used to get into these blowout theological arguments, where I found myself defending tenets of (Catholic) faith that I didn't even subscribe to, just because I loathed evangelical Christianity (her perspective) so much. But we'd only ever do this on the phone. Face to face we were sweet as pie. Man that was a weird one.
Anyhoo, with that little meet and greet over with, much drinking was done by the four of us, to the tune of some soulless drum 'n' bass. When it came time to leave, I got up to go pay my tab. When I returned, Jeffrey handed me my coat and we were off to go next door to Machiavelli. One problem though - it wasn't my coat. Some jackass had walked off with my jacket. Needless to say, I was displeased. I had really just wanted to go home and go to bed. Now I was forced to hang out until 2:00 to see if it turned up. At least I had their coat, with their car keys in it, so they weren't going anywhere either. I tried calling my cell phone (which was in the pocket), but I got no answer - probably because I had locked it. Smeg.
At Machiavelli, Jeffrey, Emily, & I were joined by Ursula, Jacob, and some d00d named Jon Serious. (Yeah. Serious. That's what he said his name was, so whatevs.) It was girls against boys, with the boys (Jeffrey & myself excepted) trying to get their mack on with the ladies. They failed. Miserably. It was hi-lar-i-ous. Had to be there.
At about 2:00, I walked back over to The Baltic Room. Lo and behold, the guy who had my jacket walked in right after me. So we swapped coats and went on our merry ways.
I managed not to get home and into bed until about 2:20 or so, which may account for the fact that I got to work an hour late today, have a splitting headache, and am in a generally crabby mood. To add to this, I found out that my assistant is being moved to another department. Which means that I'm going to have to train yet another person, and all the time I've spent getting the current person up to speed will be for naught . I'm fucking sick of this shit. Stick a fork in me - I'm done.
