B365V2.84 - Need tickets?

So it has been a somewhat eventful 24 hours round these parts.  Yesterday Sammy asked me if I would like to go to the Pirates game Wednesday night.  Apparently he and his girlfriend got a bunch of free tickets for a charity walk they were on and we're trying to give some away.  Sammy even asked me if I wanted to bring someone.  What, and mess up this perfectly good streak of flying solo?  I said thanks but no thanks, I would need just one ticket.

Also yesterday Ed mentioned he was trying to sell off his Steeler season tickets.  We usually got them because our wholesaler, Sledd, would make us a two for one swap with Penguin tickets, we'd give them 4 games and get 8 in return.  But this year Sledd did not renew their Penguin tickets, leaving us one fewer outlet to barter with, so Ed was just looking to recoup his cost of the tickets.  I put them on my Facebook page, and one person showed interest in a couple of them, but little did I realize Ed had someone willing to buy all of the games, so today he sold all of the regular season games.  I learned my lesson last year about buying tickets for people, it was a mistake I wasn't going to repeat this year.  The more I think about it the more pissed off I get all over again, so let's not jump down that rabbit hole, shall we.

Anyway that still left the preseason games, and Ed asked me if I wanted to go this Sunday.  Like I have plans, really.  This is me we are talking about.  So I have a ticket to Sunday's game now.  To make matters a little more interesting, Ed asked me to pick out a hockey game I would like to go to.  You see, as part of our 7 Up contract, we get a couple thousand dollars a year in free tickets at Consol.  So I just have to find a date, and potentially a date, and square things away with Ed and Brian McGee at 7 Up and there would be another cool thing to happen today.

To top things off, I got to see the Sexican today.  She came into the bank while I was doing the store deposits, looking as radiant as ever.  Slightly tanned skin, a pretty white blouse, orange pants, an ankle bracelet,light pink lipstick.  Fuck Donald Trump, if he tries to revoke her visa I will marry her just to keep her here.  Who cares if it would be a sham marriage, given my past luck with women it would probably end up being the best relationship I ever had.

Well I have sat downtown for almost three hours now, part of the time I have meandered off to do other things, like work on my MPQ roster and comment on some things on Facebook.  I see that no one took me up on the challenge for the Amazon cash, guess I will have to give it away on Facebook when I get home.  I am sure someone over there could use an extra $25.

Toodles

BH365V2.83 - Live through this

I knew this was going to happen.  I knew since Friday night about 5:30 or so when I was sitting in this very spot in the park.  Erin had shot me a message on Facebook, asking me where I had ordered her portobello sandwich from.  As I was typing back to her, my phone rang.  Silly me, I thought it was something important.  I looked at my phone and Brian had texted me a message.  It involved whether I screwed up the deposits, because they both ended up in the lottery account.  Truth be told it was my fuck up, then again my mind was elsewhere most of the day.  I also screwed up the weekend change order, because I have them there skills.  I was in the middle of typing a reply to the first text when the second one came in.  " So, how was you coffee date? "  I replied that it was just coffee, we chatted for a while then I walked Erin back to work, that's it.

Little did I realize I would need my number two pencil for work today, because I was being quizzed on the entire event.  Then again, me being seen in public with anyone of the female persuasion is a rarity like seeing Haley's comet.  So today it was like everyone in the office was living vicariously through me.  I put on the most boring spin possible, we just had coffee and talked, which is also the truth for anyone looking to live vicariously through me while reading this.  Ed asked if that was all, and I said what did you expect, for us to get naked and have sex in the coffee shop or something.  Erin was easy to talk to, though I think I talked to quickly, I have that tendency when I am nervous or somewhat so, I just start vomiting information out.  Not that anyone here would know anything about that, ask me anything and I am sure to vomit up volumes.  In fact there was one question she asked me, which I thought I didn't answer very well the first time, so I gave myself a do over and messaged her an answer to it a day later.

As I said a couple days ago, what she thought about it you would have to ask her, but the implied suggestion from my bosses that this was going to be something more than two people who like to blog hanging out and having coffee is absurd.  She is practically married for Pete's sake ( whoever the hell Pete is ).  Sorry, but when you live with someone and have started a family with them, then in my mental processing you are married, the paperwork is just a formality at that point.  Not that it would stop my father, but if there was one thing I learned from him in my 46 years on this planet, it is like the opposite George episode of Seinfeld, whatever my dad would do, do the exact opposite.  It has proven to be a much saner and simpler path over the long run.

B365v2.82 - Tanuki time

I don't knows if it is muggy out or if I just sweat a lot when I walk, but I am back on my bench here in Schenley, figuring if I bang out an entry then I will have gotten something done today.  It is getting dark out but not too late, the picnickers are still packing up there things from the pavilion.  Technically they are supposed to be gone by 9 pm, here it is 9:18.  I suppose if I wanted to be like that dick who called the cops on me for smoking a cigarette, but fuck it.  Who else is going to use the pavilion after 9 pm.  They can hang out as long as they like.

Tanuki time is on, I just saw my first raccoon sitting here.  Picnics mean good eats in the garbage can apparently, but he spotted me and scurried back across the street.   That is a shame, I brought a peace offering between me and the raccoon God this evening, some meatballs from Groceria Merante.  Not worried though, he will be back.  There will be too much food in the trash cans to let little old me scare them off.

I am proud to say I did absolutely nothing of merit today.  I played some MPQ, slept, though I went to bed after 5 am, so sleeping seemed like a good idea, then I went about planning my vacation, the one that I will never take, but planning it none the less.  I figure if I wait until Feb, then the store will owe me two weeks of vacation time ( technically 13 days ) which I will buy back all at once for a 6 day vacation and 7 extra days of coin to spend.  I did the online portion of my passport application and saved it, got the money all saved away for the filing fee and for the first time in a long time it feels like I am working towards something very positive.  Heck I even got an estimate for the hotel I want to stay.  I checked the average temperature around that time of year,all of the local amenities, dare I say I am almost planning something.  So I guess I haven't been completely useless today.

Uh oh, it sounded like a Tanuki fight in the woods right across from my bench.  Either that or they captured a jogger on the trail in the woods, though I didn't hear any cries for help.  Not that I have a courageous bone in my body, you fuck with the raccoon God, you get what you deserve.  Instead I broke up a meatball and threw the parts towards the woods, the offering has been made.   Of course being masters of disguise and illusion, Tanuki could be anywhere.  Hell the bench I am sitting on could be a tanuki and I wouldn't know until he shapeshifted and I fell on my ass.

I think I dug myself out of my two day long funk I was in, perhaps vacation planning helped my mood somewhat.  Okay, everyone left the pavilion, I once again have the park all to myself.

I took a couple of minutes just to go through a promo guide for work, things that we order in advance that we get special pricing on.  Turns out one of the pages in the August guide is to pitch Easter candy to me, or as I call it Zombie Jesus day.  If I offend anyone of a religious bent, guess what?  I don't care.  Tell me how he is not a zombie, he was dead and he rose from the dead.  Seems pretty cut and dried to me.

Okay, I tossed the last of the meatballs, nothing has come creeping out of the woods.  They really don't know what they are missing, Merante meatballs are muy tasty.

Oh well, I should make my way home, my live audience is gone and I have invoices to do yet tonight so I can turn them over to the accountant in the morning.