I’m back at work today along with a few other suckers, but for the most part, everyone’s on vacation. It’s the perfect time to be here, as I can not be driven insane by admin yammering or by overdemanding passive aggressive managers, and I can work on my resume with abandon. The problem is, what am I working on my resume for???? I’m going to suck it up and take an employment aptitude test and maybe get some new ideas about what the fuck I can do with myself, besides my recurring daydreams of being a man of leisure.
Polenberg’s Jewwy Christmas was filled with Jews. It was also filled with two of the lousiest movies ever - Left Behind 1 and 2. What happens when Jesus takes everyone worthwhile and leaves the rest of us to deal with the Antichrist and his nefarious plot to rule the world via the United Nations? You get lousy writing, dumb subplots, and so much exposition you have to wonder why it’s even there - you’d figure the only people who’d watch this drivel (except for us, obviously) would already know the New Testament inside out and would automatically understand what was going on. We found tons of mocking material - it was very MST3K (remember them?). They may have watched part 3, or they may have played the PS2 games I left with them instead, but either way I was done for the night. Olga drove me home.
The 24th and 25th during the day, I helped Olga work on her new apartment, which is going to be fantastic when it’s finished, but for now, let’s just say she’s got a lot of work ahead of her (she is aware of this, and claims that if she knew how much work it was going to be, she never would have taken the place). It’s a big one bedroom in Brooklyn right near the Fort Hamilton Parkway stop on the F. My job helping her was to hold up the fiberglass mesh that she was putting underneath the first layer of plaster she was placing on the ceiling of her bedroom, for extra support. This involved climbing up and down the ladder a zillion times and using my arms (or often my head) to keep the mesh taut. Occasionally I got to load up the trowel with plaster, but except for one tiny patch did not actually do any plastering. I was exhausted after four or five hours of my holding job, and I didn’t even really do anything! However, Olga claims my help was invaluable, and I earned myself a sushi dinner on Saturday night, and a massage on Friday (she is a massage therapist) - nice! (She definitely did need someone to hold up the mesh - I don’t know how she could have done it alone.)
PSB came back from Alabama Monday morning at 1:30 a.m., and we spent the next two days being as lazy as possible. We had a fun date night on Monday night, and yesterday we watch a zillion Freaks and Geeks via Netflix, and Law and Orders via cable. We also watched Dirty Jobs on the Discovery Channel, which if you do not watch, you really should. Mike Rowe is hysterical, and the jobs he goes to are almost always completely fascinating. Between Dirty Jobs and Mythbusters, Discovery gets a lot of play time in the apartment. And of course, I can always watch the WSOP over and over on ESPN2. I’m really fond of our On Demand channel too, but they didn’t seem to be working yesterday afternoon, which was annoying. . .
And one more final note - our comment spam has reached a new level of weird - we got two for doggie steps. Doggie steps????? WTF, d00d?