Julie's Journal

My back hurts. I was tickled so badly I fell off my stool last night. I was in pain and I was embarrassed. Oh well…’c'est la vie’

Fancy! Did you get your Beetle antenna back?

Yesterday was the usual Friday after lunch at work, when everyone is tired, no one feels like working, and eeerrr’body is ready for the weekend to start.

My boss decided we needed to play this game with band names and the alphabet.

The first person starts with the letter A=Aerosmith (or any other band, but it must start with an A) then it follows through the alphabet and keeps going until someone is stumped. After your 4th or 5th time through all the letters it really does start to get tough.

So let’s play! Off the top of your head post a comment with your answer and no Google cheating!

I’ll start…A = ABBA.

Ass clown fuck stick – lying sack of llama crap!

It’s time to go to happy hour! Start packing up Michael and Fancy, and let’s get outta here!

Okay here is a recap of last Friday nights Happy Hour…

Michael started early as the software development team went to lunch together. That’s usually makings of a good time as long as they don’t burn the bar down.

At some point in the afternoon he packed up his stuff and went to his brothers house without telling me. Around 4:30, Fancy walked into my office asking, “Where is Mike?” I was like, “uhm…he’s in his office.” Fancy got a wierd look on his face then ran away. I got up and walked back to Michael’s office and sure enough he was gone, and so was the car. I walked by Fancy’s office and told him I was heading across the street for happy hour. He joined me there.

So we sat and did the usual “bitching about work” while getting our drink on. Michael finally joined us after trying to hunt us down at the two other “usual” places we might be. He was fairly tipsy at this point so I gave him a good bitchfest about leaving me, not telling me where he was going, etc. It was all in fun though, and Fancy and I were picking on him for being such a jackass! HA!

There was this man sitting alone across the bar playing video poker. I don’t know if he had a staring problem, or we were just that interesting to stare at, but he was starting to creep me out. I got up to go the bathroom and he was just staring at me the whole time. I walked over to him and said, “Do I know you?” He said, “No, I just hear so much negative coming from that side of the bar. You guys shouldn’t be so unhappy or negative. Oh, my name is Bob, nice to meet you.” So I responded to him with, “It’s a Friday night at happy hour. We’re just letting off steam from the week at our job. I’m Julie, nice to meet you too.” At that point Fancy came over to talk to him and I went to the bathroom. He was mumbling crap, what I have no idea about.

So we all go back about our business and pretty soon he comes over to our side of the bar asking us about work and what we did. He then went into some bullshit story about the business he owns and how he is looking for smart people. We all looked at each other and said, “Oh we are smart!” Some more mumbling crap happened then he said, “Are you really that smart?” That drunken moron must have asked us that question 898094890820934 times for the next two hours.

At some point Fancy and I lost interest, but Michael being the drunkerd that he was started this whole conversation with him about his business, what he does at work, etc..etc..etc..yawn! We just drank and laughed at them.

Fancy kept saying, “Bob’s Your Uncle,” which I think was really starting to piss Bob off. Fancy went on to explain what that meant, but Bob wasn’t getting it. “Bob’s your uncle” is a way of saying “you’re all set” or “you’ve got it made,” a common British expression. So we taunted him with it for the next 30 minutes while he was deep in some black hole swimming towards the light conversation with Michael.

He would somehow creep his way back into Fancy and my conversation asking us, “Are you really that smart?” Fancy sat his beer glass down on the bar fairly hard and said, “For the love of fuck BOB! How many damn times are we going to tell you we ARE THAT SMART?” I fell out, dying of laughter all buried in Michael’s shoulder just laughing my ass off. Bob didn’t seem to find this at all funny and at one point I thought Bob was going to punch Fancy. But he didn’t…DAMN!

I went in today for my biopsy of my Uterine Fibroids this morning. It was relatively painless, just a little cramping during the procedure. Now I am spotting, and having cramps though. But overall it went better than some of the stories I’ve heard. Now I get to wait for the results which usually take about a week to come back. I’m not worried too much, as less than 0.1 percent of uterine fibroids are malignant. I’m just really looking forward to finding some relief.