mmm.. noodle soop

Posted on by kylar

sometimes you can just smell a horrendously shitty day on the horizon. pardon my french, but today was one of those days. i woke a little after 8am (having not been able to get to sleep till about 4am) groggy, grumpy, hungry, etc. not looking forward to work. coff-ay didn’t pick me up, instead it gave me a sour stomach. i was all grumpy and stuff, right up till about noonish when i went down to the cafeteria for some soop. then i started thinking about how soop seems to represent some kind of ambrosia, a healing nectar of sorts. “got a cold? try some chick’n soop!” or “hey, a flu, definately have some veggie soop.” is it just a catch-all for things we can’t really heal? i mean, you don’t hear things like “man, a sub-dermal hematoma, we better get this guy some chowder..”. but still, when you think of soop, it’s got this image (at least in my mind) of having healing quantities. a nice, steaming bowl just waiting to refresh you and take away all your aches and pains. anyways, i went to the cafeteria and checked out their soops of the day. they always have chili and 2 others, the others were some kind of nasty chowder (i’m not big into any white soops except cream of broccoli) and a hearty-looking beef noodle. so i scoop out the beef noodle, grab some crackers, pay my $2.50 and head back to my cube. i pick up some doritos and a snapple en route and dig in. and after my soop, a wonderous thing happened, i started to feel better. my stomach settled, warmth spread through me, and suddenly i was right with the world. don’t get me wrong, it didn’t do any work for me, or deal with those marketing peeps, or anything like that, but still, it did perk me up. so my advice for those of you having a crummy day.. head to the store, or local deli, or whatever.. and have some soop.

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crazy tech writer and “talks to himself”

Posted on by kylar

so every company including mine has it’s share of weird guys. these are two of the weirder ones. first is crazy tech writer. this is that guy that you know that’s just wound too tight. a couple weeks ago one of the other tech writers made some joke and he totally took it the wrong way, absolutely went off on the joker, yelling right in his face and everything. this strikes me as the type of person who might just come in one day with a rifle and start shooting. also at my company there’s this guy who i don’t know but i pass in the hallway every now and again. and he just talks out loud to himself, like he can’t think unless he’s speaking all his thoughts out loud. it’s kinda weird. but cool, since he doesn’t care about what anyone thinks. if i forget and start talking out loud, then remember, i immediately stop and look all embarrased, and hope that no-one heard me. even if i’m in the car and i talk out loud i sometimes pretend that i have one of those hands-free cell phones just so the other car-drivers won’t think i’m weird. anyways, it’s friday, i’m goin home.

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early mornin mackin.. and the sharks

Posted on by kylar

ok, so until today i was a sharks fan. now i’m just pissed. the sharks traded their captain, the cornerstone of the franchise to the leafs.. how sucky is that. anyways, i’m gonna rage for a while. today on my way to work i was thinking to myself “self, why don’t you get some breakfast on the way” so i thought about stopping at mickey d’s, but i wasn’t in the mood for mickey d’s.. they make good burgers but their breakfasts are sorely lacking. then i was like “ooooo, taco bell for breakfast” since there’s a bell near my house that opens at 8:30 am for all the freaks like me. so i get there and they don’t take atm cards, so i park my car and walk back to the mcd’s to get something, anything to eat. i’m in mcd’s for breakfast, perusing the menu and i see this egg n steak bagel, looks all good, nice lean steak bits on a juicy egg, with a firm golden bagel, so i was like “yeah, i’ll try that”. so i did. i walk back to my car and get out my bagel and take the bun off to put some hot sauce on it, and i’m totally disappointed. the steak is like this processed steak bitlet patty, and it totally sucks. it’s dry and nasty, and the bagel is all hard like it’s been sitting out. i was totally disappointed in it. i think i’m going to boycott mcd’s breakfast menu from now on. if i get up early and need a little pick me up, i’m just going to go to the office and have a belt of scotch from the bottle in my drawer. oh taco bell, why must you abandon me?

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everything

Posted on by kylar

you are so amazing that i dream about you daily

every thing i see, sun, moon, stars, flowers, birds, all of them lose color and meaning when you’re not around

every moment that i’m out of touch with you is agony

every second of every day i long for your sweet voice, your soft touch, the devastating glow of your beautiful blue eyes

every time i leave you my heart breaks, and

every time i see you is like the first time again, filled with hope and promise and joy and wonder

every single day i want to hug you and hold you and never let you go, to look at you and have you look at me, and to hold your hand forever

that’s what you mean to me

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working late

Posted on by kylar

so sometimes i gotta work late.. why is best left for a whole other raging rant, since i’d probably be foul about it. sometimes i’m like “yeah, cool, i’m in the zone” and i crank through some stuff.. other times it’s like the most exquisite torture ever, it sucks so bad. i frickin hate working late most times. who wants to work late when i could be hanging out with kel or the bean, or playing hockey? but then i think about all my friends, and how some of them lost their jobs, and how they haven’t found new jobs yet and how much *that* sucks, cause then i feel guilty for raging at my job since i’m lucky to have one. but that doesn’t make it any better when i’m staring at some piece of code that is just reminding me “you could be out mackin or hanging or watchin tv or something, but instead you’re trying to write a thread-lock, hahaha”. yeah, i’m weird because my computer talks to me, but it’s mostly really mean and i don’t listen any more. anyways, enough of my rambling. if you got a job (even if you hate it) remember that it could be a lot worse (ie: no job). and if you don’t have a job, keep the faith, something will turn up. check out oddtodd for some laid-off humour.

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