I think Boss had some drinks at lunch. 

We had a meeting in another building scheduled for two.  I really didn’t think he’d go; he’s not really involved with the group that was presenting.  But they were presenting to the head honcho, and Boss was inspired by the same thought that made me volunteer to support the meeting: Can’t get too much face time with the big guns.

My chair is seated right by an entrance.  Not the only entrance, mind you.  I saw Boss come halfway through another door, notice where I was sitting, and then REenter through my door.  He walked behind me and whacked the back of my head as he did so.  I was shocked.  So was the head honcho.  But I can take it.. if I dish it out.. and so, I did.  I made some smart-ass remark, everyone laughed, and we began the meeting.

About halfway through it, Boss got up to leave for another meeting.  I thought, “Oh, yes, this is my time to get him back.”  Heh.  So as he walked behind me, I slid my chair out suddenly.

And the arm of my chair caught him.  In.  The.   Crotch.

I need a vacation.  And possibly, a new job.

A long standing joke between Boss and myself is to “Call TBS” when one of us makes a joke.  This refers to the old TBS campaign of “That’s funny”, where you had to call a hotline to determine if a joke or situation is really and truly humorous.  We’ve found several ways to get back at eachother with this such as “Line’s busy” or “They won’t take your call” or “Call them your damn self.” 

Today, I was putting a call through to an exec’s office and got his secretary.  She wouldn’t put me through without a reason, so I hollered back to Boss, “What are we talking about?”

He answered, and I parroted.  Maybe this is why I should become more technical. “He needs to discuss S&M emplacement.”

“Excuse me?” said the secretary.

I was unfazed.  “S&M emplacement,” I repeated.  “They need to discuss S&M.”

I hear Boss laughing hysterically in the background.

Later, after he finally got through and he wrapped up his end of hte phone call, I noticed that he was laughing so hard, he was crying.  “SMN,” he corrected me.  “Site Management Notification.  Not at all sadism and masochism.  We should call TBS.”

I was mortified.  Well, as mortified as I get.  “Maybe I should call our Ethics department,” I countered.

“Nah,” he said.  “It’s the same number for both departments.”

Last night was really nice.  REALLY nice. 

I cooked baked chicken, stuffing, yeast rolls.. it was good stuff.  And it took me so long that it could’ve been gravy-flavored dog food and we would’ve gladly eaten it, so I got rave reviews.   Then we ran to Books-a-Million to find “Alexander’s No-Good, Horrible, Very-Bad, Terrible Day” or some combination of those adjectives.  Bryan will be TD’ing it for IMP as their children’s show this fall. (Side note: Auditions are this weekend; leave me a comment if you need/want details.)

I’m calling Jeff this weekend.  Done.  Totally am.  Biting that bullet.  I realized yesterday that Connor started kindergarten this week, and I had no clue.  I’m a bad person.

Tonight, much like Steph and her Jeff (Steph and Jeff rhyme!), we are having a date.

I wanted to repeat something I heard on the radio this morning, because it made me almost run off the road.  I’m not a big fan of “Moments of Inspiration” from churches on the radio (and I can say that, cause mine did it too.. although I liked mine better), because a minute is not enough time to adequately inspire someone.  Especially when it includes such inane drivel like this “Moment of Inspiration” from Decatur Baptist Church:

“Sometimes we wonder if God is all supernatural and all, and I think sometimes people look at me, or shall we say.. ministry.. uh.. and, perhaps.. uh, they wonder if the ministry should be supernatural like God.  I think that is a silly notion..”

I’m sorry; what?  What in the hell are you saying, man?  I will say that for my church; they wanted to reach my generation, so they bought time on the Rocket and WZYP and, occassionally, WEUP.  And the “minute” was a story.  Rarely was God mentioned; most of the time, it was just inspirational and/or motivational.  But crap like that “minute of inspiration” makes me wonder why they thought it was a bang-up idea to stick this man on the radio.

TGIF!