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If anyone needs me, I’ll be in the Angry Dome 19
Nov

Today just has a bad vibe to it.  Anyone who knows me probably knows that I’m happy to the point that they suspect me of doing mind-altering drugs.  Very rarely a day goes by where I’m less than chipper.  But today may be one of those days.

It’s a somewhat intangible thing, I can’t quite figure out why.  Other than some trouble at the tail end of the semester in classes, everything’s going the same as always in my life.  One thing that brought it to a head was when I got into work today, I was going over what needed to be done with the morning shift person, and I got called away by the manager.  He gave me a completely unrelated task.  Then someone else I’ve never seen comes up to him and says “So this must be Andrew.”  When confronted with someone I’ve never met, I do what I normally do: reach out to shake his hand, and go “Yes, and you are…?”  This gentleman then shakes my hand and laughs, saying “He doesn’t know who I am?” then laughs with my manager.  And walks away.  Turns out he was the regional manager, my boss’s boss’s boss.  Who laughed at me wanting to be introduced to him.  I don’t care how high up you are in the middle management chain, if you’re introducing yourself to someone, you’d damned better introduce yourself.  If you can’t show me the common courtesy of giving me your name when you’re getting paid ten times my salary, then I don’t care who you are.  I don’t think it had anythign to do with the position, just that he didn’t see the need to introduce himself to me.  Most uncool.

Well, on the bright side, we decided to try and partake of some  {en:haute culture} and bought some unpronouncable French cheeses and artisan bread for a little cheese party.  A party with two people, mind you.  We got a firm cheese, a semi-firm, and a soft cheese.  The good, the not as good, and the smelly.  I’m not sure how soft cheese is made, but if cows wore sneakers without socks for three weeks, that’s what the soft cheese would smell like.  Not particularly displeasant, but alltogether pungent.  We paid $20 for some small hunks of cheese, and we proceeded to eat smaller hunks out of the cheese and bread.  We probably ate about $2 of our $20 investment, but that’s what high society is about, right?  Wasting money?  Well, {en:irregardless} we tried to better ourselves culinarily and benefited from the experience.

Also, on the right you may notice a mini.wiggster.com iframe.  I need to figure out what sort of mini-content I can put in a 240×120 frame.  For now, twitter twits!  If you have any other suggestions, I’m all ears.  Well, the ear parts of me, anyway.




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