Appetizer: Which season do you most look forward to?
The fall – no question about it. I hate the humidity of summer, and NorthEast winters can be nothing short of brutal. The fall is a reasonable mix of the two extremes – like metrosexualism. Boston is similar to Toronto in that there are usually about 3 weeks out of the year where you’re actually comfortable – the rest of the time you’re either too hot or too cold. In addition to leaf peeping, fall offers us football, Halloween and hockey. Usually, hockey. Don’t get me started.
Soup: What day of the week is usually your busiest?
It depends on which squeaky wheel needs the grease, and how many vats. I enjoy my new position, but the daily tasks are intangible in many ways. Who is pissed off, who is confused, who is in danger of becoming pissed off or confused? It reminds me of the pursuit angles they teach you in football – anticipate where the relationship is going. I head more angry clients off at the pissed-off-pass than John Wayne did cattle rustlers.
Salad: Would you consider yourself to be strict when it comes to grammar?
Very. I have an English degree, afterall. It becomes a pain, however, as I’m now in charge of proofreading every proposal, press release – actually any piece of sales or marketing material that leaves this office. But I’ve decided how to get this off my plate, quickly. Slip in the odd Polish joke.
Main Course: Who has a birthday soon, and what will you give them as a gift?
Mike’s b-day was this week and we had a BBQ for him at my sister’s place last night. He actually gave me a present – he ripped and burned his father’s Dean Martin celebrity roast DVD for me. These were the precursor and inspiration for the roasts you see nowadays on Comedy Central. Politically uncorrect, stuffed will all my favorite rat-packers and 70’s celebrities and drop stone cold dead funny from beginning to end. So thanks, Mike, for helping me celebrate your birthday with Dino.
Dessert: If you could have any new piece of clothing free, what would you pick?
Another suit. I think I’m addicted now. Something in a pinstripe or maybe even a SeerSucker, perhaps? I could then get a job which requires me to wear a Seersucker everyday – CSI: Martha’s Vineyard. Seamus could be my wacky partner who never gets to drive.
I am with you on anticipating Fall. July 1st I can hear a Zamboni start in my brain as free agents begin signing contracts, and I begin my unhealthy obsession with goons anew. By August 1, I may appear to be listening intently to any conversation, but really I just have line ups, and probable fights running through my brain. By September 1, I may as well just be remanded to a State Hospital for I have become a non contributing member of society. October 1 brings the whole deal to a head, as the rosters are shaped and Opening night is right around the corner. Mid October is the best, as opening night has arrived, and I get the first smell of gloves drying, and the first taste of a Canadian Farm Boy yelling “FOR FUCK’S SAKE!!!!” after taking a marginal tripping call. Yes Fall is almost upon us. Soak it in Boys! If you’ll excuse me, my bed is ready at Bridgewater State Hospital.
App:
Fall(for the narrowly aforementioned sports, hockey and football)narrowly beats out Spring for march madness, and the wonderful scenery, when large bulky overcoats are tossed aside to reveal “daddys christmas presents” to their lovely daughters, if ya know what I’m talkin’ bout WILLIS!
Soup:
Without fault, the day I choose to work remotely, why must everything crash and burn on those days.
Salad,
Negative eh? I reckon..mmmmhhmmm.
Main:
Co-worker Shawn. My gift to him wll be a hnagover and liver damage.
He’s also having his bachelor party and wedding this month. Let’s just say payback is gonna be good times.
Dessert:
Suit for sure.
App:
I am a summer/fall girl. Summer because I love the beach, BBQ’s and wearing practically nothing. I also can only take so much humidity, though. This past week’s weather has been what my ideal summer days are like. Fall because of the comfortable weather, the colors, football and all the yummy smells. And because my birthday is in November.
Soup:
My busiest days are always Friday and I hate it. I have grown accustom through college and previous jobs that Friday is usually the lazy day. The winding down day. But not at my current job. Fridays are the new Monday in Investment Banking.
Salad: Grammar?
Yes and no. I appreciate it and try my best to be grammatically correct, even on IM and email.
Main Course:
My Friend Katie’s birthday is next in line. Not sure what I will get her.
Dessert:
Free piece of new clothing? Definitly jeans. Nowadays the really great jeans that fit so well and make your ass look like Jessica Simpson’s (we hope) are very expensive. $160 to $220 a pair. Maybe that’s what I will get my friend….