I wish I was like you, easily amused

There’s this first year associate at my firm that wears suits to work everyday.  I’m not really sure why, since the standard dress code for the legal industry is business casual, unless you’re going to court or meeting with a client.  Take a walk around all 14 floors of my firm and you’ll see maybe two people with suit and tie.  Normally, I have no problem with a suit and tie.  But two things annoy me about this guy.  First, they’re cheap suits.  You can just tell my the look of them.  Plus, a lot of them are just ugly.  This guy is making $160k+ a year.  You can afford to buy a new suit or five.  I’m also pretty sure he wears white socks.   Second, he’s that douchebag.  He has that all important “I graduated in the top 10% of my class and I’m so much smarter than you so go get me a coffee” air about him.  Come on guy.  Who are you trying to impress?  You’re really not that important to the firm other than the fact that you bill at a lower rate than a 2nd year associate so they will work you to death and the partners will make more money because of it.  You’re basically just a whore for the firm right now.  You’re only one rung above me in the grand scheme of things.  Yeah, I know that will be me in 4 years.  But at least I’ll have the sense to know my role and toil away until I make partner.

People do strange things on the Metro. Not many things surprise me anymore and not many things disgust me. But today that wasn’t the case. Two girls got on a stop after I got on the train. They were blabbing on and on about Usher and Akon and who was better. Nothing too unusual. But then I notice one of the girls is chewing on sunflower seeds. Okay, still not a big deal. But, if you have sunflower seeds, the shell has to be disposed of somewhere. The floor of the dugout is generally acceptable. But if you’re not a baseball player, a cup in your right hand will usually do the trick. The girl didn’t have a cup. No, she was spitting the shells back into her hand and then dropping them back into the bag before should pulled new seeds out. 1) spitting them back into your hands? Seriously? I guess this is one of the reasons you don’t hold the handrail on the escalator. 2) Putting them back into the bag with the uneaten seeds? How do you know, then, when you go to get new seeds whether or not you’re getting new seeds or just shells? Well, I guess maybe she’s perfected that skill. Grody. At least she wasn’t spitting the shells on the ground. I guess?

A week ago Alex and I were having a serious war. It was after a night of serious drinking followed by a day of serious pizza eating and watching football. It was more along the lines of biological and chemical warfare than bombs and missiles. Honestly, Saddam might have been using similar stuff on the Kurds (too soon? I don’t think so). I feel bad for Jesse as he was simply an innocent downwind bystander. But, that’s what he gets I guess. I’m pretty sure I, as the underdog, won that particular battle. In any case, that reminded me of this from the show Kenny vs Spenny (by the way, its an must watch show for the male 13-25 demo). If you don’t have a penis, you might want to skip over this video. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I think Kenny needs to check his pants, or jumper. Now, if only we could get Alex to hook himself up to a bike tire pump.

Well kids, I’m off to New York City this weekend.  What do I usually do there?  I’m not really sure.  Just kind of wander around aimlessly.  Somehow, I always end up with a new old t-shirt or three on my way back.  I have two drawers full of these $2 shirts.  My mom doesn’t get it.  It’s a shame though.  These shirts won’t get worn much.  My wardrobe pretty much consists of Brooks Brother shirts, slacks and black socks on a daily basis.  Oh well.  Who can resist cheap t-shirts that no one else can have?  Not you.  Not me.  Not anyone.