Nonculture

Yeah, so all of us have been worried about our jobs, and it turns out that they fired 15 people in the past week.  It also turns out that one of our team has to take a job with more responsibility without commensurate pay.  They are asking for volunteers.  Fuck that, we all say; knowing that one of us is on the chopping block regardless.

After the firings were not announced, they passed out a corporate email about Pep Day!!! where employees all jumped around in photographs with gleeful faces.  Meanwhile, one guy from the team reluctantly took the “open job”, knowing his on-call time just increased without a pay increase.  We all had lunch today to ‘celebrate’ his move; but it really was a bit sad losing a team member and knowing he just got shit-fucked in a way.  At the same time, we all were secretly happy, because his loss meant we got to keep our jobs.  Yeah, the world is cruel and all that.

So, after work I continued the celebration best way I know how:  I went to the liquor store and bought the following:

2 bottles of Sake

4 bottles of wine

1 bottle Asbach Uralt

1 bottle Absolut Vodka

2 Macanudo Madura

+ mixers

We have the start of a good night.

1 bottle of Sake and several drinks later, other friends come over.  I remember part of it.  I don’t remember the part where I broke a lamp or knocked over a bookcase, but the girl took it in stride.  Maybe because I wasn’t the only one annoyingly drunk, or maybe because she took all of our money at poker.

The next bottle of Sake later, the bottle of Asbach gone, the wine and beer gone, I don’t remember anything.   Maybe that’s what I sought.  I don’t know.  It wasn’t about work worries really, but there is definitely something sweeter about a drunk where you don’t have to worry about the bullshit; you don’t have to worry about co-workers, lamps, bookcases, or anything.  There is something to that, and it’s not the simple escape that it sounds like.

…than sober and clear.  Thanks City on Film.  I’m about 5 rum and cokes in and realizing that I’m probably not going to achieve getting drunk tonight.  It’s always a sad moment.  It must be the puking and shitting bout I had earlier this week.

 We stood out in the dirt that passes for a driveway and watched the rocket blast off from the Cape tonight.  It carried a military satellite that can detect plumes of smoke/exhaust from launched missles into orbit.  Dave L and I toasted to Reagan’s Star Wars getting back online and walked back up to the porch for refills while Maiden blasted from the computer.  Then we discussed installing gutters and other suburban type talk that just made me realize that when I buy a home, it’s just going to be a condo.  Life’s too short to spend time buying concrete for a driveway.

So, with a sober smoke detecting satellite in orbit and the decision to take on a home with the smallest amount of responsibility possible, we are online.