Introductions all around: Merchants of Death

So today was the first day of classes at MMC. Man, by the end of the day I just wanted to shoot em all and let God sort em out like a certain uncle did one gray November morn (watch the Simpsons, jerks).

No, it was okay, actually. I am up to my eyeballs in paperwork and I feel I will never catch up with all the invoices that are coming in, but what are you gonna do? This is my first real "rush" so I am not an expert(e) in the art of juggling everything that needs to be done.

I woke up late today, and I felt that all day I never really caught up. I stopped at Super America (or whatever it is called now) and picked up a delicious low fat frappucino in a bottle thinking it would really set the tone for a good day. I get to work and start checking my email... I shook the bottle to get it all mixed up and the next thing I know, I am covered from head to toe in frappucino. I must have loosened the cap and forgotten about it, because it was EVERYWHERE. In my hair, on my computer, my pants were soaked, my floor was sticky... well actually, EVERYTHING was sticky. I had to go wash my face and my shirt in the bathroom... fortunately I had a sweater on that I could continue to wear, but the "ladies" were far more displayed than I usually care to at a catholic school.

After all the shenanigans at work, I met up with Eric and Guy for Sushi Monday. Let me tell you what Sushi Mondays are all about. Like, 5 months ago we decided to go out for susi on Monday night because this place in Stallis has half price sushi rolls (and let me tell you, that is a fucking deal right there!). Well, we now have made it a thing that pretty much every Monday we go SOMEWHERE.

I watched "Thank You For Smoking" a month or two ago with Jackie and in it, the main character meets up with his two pals every week to vent. They are all lobbyists and PR people for Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearm interests and they call themselves the Merchants of Death, which is what I have taken to calling the three of us. There are two guys and a girl, they always sit in the same spots and frankly, watching the movie hit a little too close to home. Except of course, we aren't lobbyists... Eric's a geologist, Guy's a teacher and I'm a buyer, so we are a little more on the saccharine side...

Anyways, so I don't know what got into Guy, but his meal alone was over 50 bucks, not including tip. Fortunately, we have a system and we'll switch off buying and it was his turn to pay, but holy crap. He then tried to say he was absolved from paying for sushi monday the next go round and Eric and I were like, uhhhh no dude. WE didn't get two pomagranite margaritas! We didn't order steak! (I just had nachos for chissakes!) Our bill was over 100 dollars, which is four times more than it usually is. Good times.

I was supposed to go to Tom's poetry reading tonight, but I totally got home late and I feel like a heel a little bit. I was extra nice to his dog instead, which makes up for it kinda.

Aussie Steve and I have been emailing again. He sent me pictures. why, Why, WHY does he do this to me when I am vulnerable and willing to drop everything and move to Sydney? He has a fucking girlfriend... of course. Because he's hot, he's a doctor, he's funny and and he's a capricorn.

Us Caps are some sexy beasts, let me remind you.

Enough now, time for bed...

Cheers.