| 11 may 2001 boy.� for the first time, i had bagel (cream cheese) food coma.� yeah, you might think that i get food coma a lot.� you're right.� i tend to overeat often.� i guess i'm just a hungry guy. but man, keep me away from the cream cheese.� too much slatherings!� i must have put on almost as much cream cheese as there was bagel mass... ugh. so as my coworker chi-kai would say, i staggered around like a "broken man" after eating my two yogurts and two bagels with probably half a pound of cream cheese, and i promptly fell asleep at my desk for an hour.� drat my cubicle location.� a lot of people walk by my cube because it's in the corner near the quadrant's entryway, so i bet it must have looked really bad. ooh! so rahul just came to my cube, and i had him take a portrait of me in black and white for the ricebowl journals page!� yay!� i know, glenda was telling me that i don't need someone else to help me with my picture, but i dunno... self portraits are way too hard to do by myself, and there's just too much trial and error...� i guess it tests my patience, and i'd rather just enlist some assistance and get it done. but anyways... i'll ship my pic on over to carlos tonight so he can add it on to the page.� no more anonymity for me!� ha ha.� i wonder if eric will think i've lost some of my incognito mysteriousness :) ----- not much happened today.� although i did get to work at a whopping 10:30am, which is like a full hour before my usual splashdown time.� i had a meeting (of course... why else would i drag myself out of bed early?) with my team members, and it was followed by a company-wide meeting at 11... called the "light your ass on fire" meeting by yours truly.� basically, we were asked to shift gears and start working 6-day weeks because the company wants to make it to some mission-critical goals. i don't mind working harder if that means that my work will pay off.� yeah, in the working sense, that means MONEY.� i want money.� i want to get rich, retire before i'm 30, and play taiko for the rest of my life.� i want a nice house in palo alto (HA!� as if...) and send my kids to stanford. oh yeah.� did i mention my kids' names?� i know i've mentioned "aidan" as a son's name, but i thought that it would be cool to name all my kids with 5-letter names, and have all my daughters' names start with "j." so, i've got: jodie jo-ann jenna i'm all set if i ever have up to three daughters!� i was also thinking of "k" names for the girls, but my favorites, "katie" and "kathy," are both derived from the same root, so that doesn't quite work. so... what a transition.� back to working hard.� yes.� i'm really lazy.� i've been coasting for over six months now.� but working hard does feel good, the rare times that i manage to get my focus and motivation up to the right level.� and don't get me wrong... i used to work really hard, and if it weren't for the nervous breakdowns that i suffered from all the stress, i'd probably still be chugging away.� it's just that i'm too afraid of going through another work-related meltdown to tempt myself into that zone of high intensity again. and after the big "crunch time" meeting, chi-kai and i went to see _the mummy returns_.� damn.� it was boring.� it was like one long trailer full of action and computer-generated highlights.� i really enjoyed the first one, probably because i didn't know what to expect (expectations really ruin things!), and also because it had much more humor.� it had better pace, i think.� i like watching chases and action, but man... THE WHOLE TIME?� ugh. although... i still think that i could watch a two-hour lightsaber fight.� especially if they have that darth maul double-edge saber action going.� *drool* ok.� i gotta leave work now.� i'm heading off to ranch 99 to meet up with my stanford buddies.� it's alan's birthday celebration.� alan.� yeah.� i guess i could call him my best friend, even though i hardly see him now.� but i roomed with him twice in the 5 years i was at stanford, and lived with him and jeremy for two years after i graduated.� we get along well... although that was not always the case, because apparently i was a really bad roommate my sophomore year. but i have an excuse!� hee hee.� you see, my first roommate freshman year used our room as his dumpster... he didn't get along with anybody in the dorm, and he only used the room as a place to crash.� he was never around!� so, i never got to really learn the dynamics of having a roommate.� so the next year, when i roomed with alan, i just didn't really know how to behave... like the little "hello's" and "good night's" that should have been said... i just didn't get it.� so that's that. but anyways, i like alan a lot.� he's a man of gas.� HAHAHAHA.� but so am i.� gas rules.� speaking of which, at our group meeting this past monday, my boss said that some of the HR women were offended by the many burps that people let out in our quadrant.� you know, i would think of burps as a bonus.� i like the way they sound, and they also feel good... so shit.� no more belches in public at vivace networks.� oh well. all right.� off to brave the traffic on my way to dinner.� bye!� (god, this was a random entry.) |