Sonnet 87

Funny Metro Observation: On the newer cars (but not the “Oh shit! I can’t reach the ‘Oh shit!’ bars since I’m 5’1”!” ones) there have been a few similar incidents that always have me struggling back laughter. People are used to having a glass partition separating those standing by the doors and those seated in the aisle-facing seats, but these cars no longer have that luxury. Instead, I see people leaning on non-existent glass, with the end result being that the person who’s seated in the seat closest to the door is elbowed in the head. Those seated are never elbowed particularly hard, but it never fails to happen and it never fails to crack me up. There’s glare from the elbowee and a mumbled apology from the elbower, but there’s always a glimmer of understanding in the elbowee’s eyes. Metro shouldn’t switch things up on us too much or too soon.

Not-So-Funny Christmas Observation: It’s now been six years since I’ve had a Christmas bonus from any company I’ve worked for—all small companies, by the way. Things like this that make me want to work for some huge conglomerate that doles out Christmas bonuses each year in an indifferent manner (hell, even my father got a bonus, and he’s freaking retired from his automaker company!). In those six years, not even a holiday card was given. This leaves me slightly depressed, especially since evaluations and raises were promised more than two months ago and they’ve yet to materialize. Color me sobbing internally (seriously). I’m trying not to feel Dyn-o-mite!-like, and IP is continuously telling me to keep my chin up, but the general feeling all around the office is one of disgruntlement. When the mood is pervasive, it’s hard to ignore.

Fun Coincidence Observation: Jonathan Coulton will be in town again (yay!) and he’s dropping by with Paul and Storm on what is the sixth anniversary since IP put the moves on me. Double yay! Cue IP chiming in to deny that we’ve been together nearly six years—it’s been seven months, apparently. And an eyeroll for the anniversary mention. He should just be glad I don’t make him buy me jewelry for that day.

Fun, Tentative Friday Plans: IP suggested that a trip to Gordon Biersch is in order so that we may celebrate an upcoming 11 days away from the office for each of us (no, this is not given—good-bye, vacation hours, but that’s okay). Pizza and beer sound really good right about now, though I must admit to being amused when IP refers to the restaurant as GB. He’s been reading whatevs.org’s Uncle Grambo too much.  However, it is very cute when he says it.  IP loves GB!

Not Funny and Constant Slip-Up Observation: I find it amazing that people can look at my nameplate at work and still drop the last letter of my name—then get a bit pissy when I correct them. Look, I’m sorry your reading comprehension skills are pretty low, but what you just called me isn’t my name. If you want me to respond, get it the hell right. I’ll give you a pass on my last name—not many people get it right the first time—but not on my first name, which is perfectly pronounceable in English.

And that’s all I have to say about that for now.