I got in to work this morning and noticed that overnight someone fucking stole the South Park Timmy doll from my desk.

I guess up until now I assumed that people around here had a little common fucking courtesy and respect and wouldn’t touch shit on other peoples’ desks. Now I know that’s not the case.

I’m pissed.

Does this mean I have to put up a surveillance camera on my cubicle when I leave at night? Jeez. One would hope it wouldn’t come down to that. Do I have to take all my stuff off my desk so it doesn’t get stolen? What the fuck?!

This was seen in the parking lot this morning. Apparently this is not uncommon for this particular vehicle:

This person is why many parking lots have signs that say “head-in parking only.” Some folks still haven’t taken that class on how to park, the advanced stage of which is “how to use reverse in combination with mirrors to ensure you’re actually in a parking spot.” This is no exception.

I am ashamed to work at a company where people believe this is okay.

It’s Jenn’s birthday today, so happy birthday to her. Woohoo!

While crusing around the net on my usual rounds, I saw this bad boy. Mr. T in your pocket. It’s just crazy enough that I may well have to buy it.

(I haven’t got it yet, but I’m seriously considering.)

I mean, how can you pass up on the random “I pity the fool!” in the middle of a serious business meeting? Is that not the ultimate icebreaker?

I’ve been quiet around here for about a week, but that’s just because I’ve been busy doing stuff I don’t remember too well. Don’t worry, I’m not neglecting the site.

I went to a Winter Hawks game this past Friday and, following that, a meet-and-greet with the team. We won, which is really good and I hope is a sign of things to come. I was impressed by a couple of the new guys on the team.

I don’t remember what I did Saturday. I know I worked on painting my upstairs bathroom (which ended up getting finished Sunday, minus some small touch-ups that need to be done). I’m sure it’ll come to me later. I know I should have written it down.

Sunday I was pretty much free so I called a friend of mine I hadn’t talked to for a while to try to get together with him… but I just got the voicemail. Instead, I bought Jenn a copy of Burnout 3 for her birthday and we played that.

I also picked up a copy of the Saturday Night Live: Best of Christopher Walken disc. I’m a huge Christopher Walken fan… but somehow I remember these skits being funnier than they were. Maybe they didn’t choose an appropriate “best of,” or maybe their idea of “best” differs from mine.

Yesterday I got the stitches taken out of my side where I had a mole removed a couple of weeks ago. Everything is healing up fine and the mole wasn’t cancer, which is good (though I never thought it was… I have a theory this particular doctor, while smart, is trying to make a buck by hypothesizing about cancerous moles).

My next couple of weekends look to be pretty booked up. There’s a company picnic coming up this weekend (here’s hoping for good weather), then next weekend there are two birthday parties to go to - my grandfather’s 80th and a friend’s 30th. Plus the usual housework crap that always waits until the weekend.

I’ve got some lawn patches that I may have to deal with soon. I’m thinking it’ll involve getting a bag of top soil, cutting “holes” in the lawn, and patching over the fresh top soil. The soil around my house sucks - beneath the sod they laid down when the lawn was put in is a layer of clay, then gravel. Lame. Makes it hard to keep stuff going, let me tell you. We’ve also got to get some sort of ground cover (barkdust, gravel, etc.) in because the weeds are taking over. We do our best to keep on top of them, Jenn and I, but it’s an uphill battle.

I don’t know what it was with today. Things just pissed me off. I got my allergy shots and had a reaction (not bad, but enough to be annoying); I got a filling and shelled out the dough for that; on the way to my filling I ran into terrible traffic; and on the way back from my filling I got stuck in the world’s worst traffic ever. Like, to the point I almost got out of the car and walked.

Of course, it’s been a while since I’ve run into a Traffic Asshole, so today was the perfect day for that. Sadly, I didn’t have my camera, but the Asshole (white pickup, license BHT 101) decided he was well above the law.

I let it go when I exited the freeway to get onto a just-as-backed-up side street and he jetted out from behind me to sit in the lane next to me, just in front of my bumper, and signal his way into my lane. I figured I’d be nice - which, in traffic, is against every fiber in my being - and let the guy in.

He did it the once, and I let it go. Then we got to a left-hand light that turned onto a one-way street - the right lane turned right, the left lane turned left. He decided he was going to turn into the left lane, but he wanted to turn right.

Rather than accepting he was hosed, he stopped in the middle of the fucking lane and wouldn’t let anyone by.

Let’s see a diagram of that.

For all you out-of-state people or folks that think this is OK: It’s not fucking OK. If it’s busy traffic and you accidentally turn into the wrong lane, suck it up and deal with it. Accept the consequences of your stupid actions and just go.

Oh, and if the guy behind you lays on the horn because you’ve stopped in the middle of the fucking road, you have absolutely zero right to be pissed off. You’re the one fucking up. Accept it, apologize, and drive your Goddamn car. You are, singlehandedly, the reason we have traffic.