The Literal Definition of Irony

Main Entry: IRO·NY
Pronunciation: 'I-r&-nE also 'I(-&)r-nE
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural -nies

Def: incongruity between the actual result of a sequence of events and the normal or expected result

Example: Let's say, hypothetically, you had an assistant. And you fired her. And then hired her back, like, three months later. But she was still a disgruntled employee who hated her job with a passion and was doing her damnedest to quit and go, well, almost anywhere else that paid greater than or equal to that which she currently makes. And then let's say there was a career fair which you needed someone to go to so as to represent the company. Out of any employee who would you pick? If your choice is the assistant, good job. That is the literal definition of irony.

So, clearly, if you need me tonight kids I'll be at a Cal career fair. Until 9:30pm. Which means I won't get home until around 11:00pm. Jesus. All I have to say is I'm showing up drunk and leaving early. And really, I couldn't give a fuck about recruiting for this company. For fuck's sake! - I'm trying to leave it anyway!

Of course, in other news, the office fag has decided he and I are friends. Wow - the men in my office are sorely, sorely misguided....

Bored.

I'm bored - bored, bored, bored, bored, bored. I'm not even sure why. I was bored all weekend and didn't really feel like doing much of anything. I hung out with Felix on Friday night, which was awesome. I haven't really hung out with the guy in a year, so it was good to catch up with him. I mean, it was also really depressing considering where he's at right now, but Felix and I have always had mad love for each other so it was good to see him and also see that nothing has changed between us.

Saturday I slept in, not because I wanted to or planned to but because I just couldn't wake up! I kept hitting the snooze over and over again and finally I forcibly made myself get up at 12:30. Claire swung by, but then Cess called. So Claire left and I talked to Cess. I always think it's funny when Cess and I talk on the phone, because neither one of us is really a phone person. So conversation always seems a little stilted, even though it's always very nice to speak with her. I guess she's applying to Berkeley (among others) so now I just need to hope she'll go there so I have her back in the bay area! I love selfishly wishing for other people's futures. Dan came over a little while later and we had a little study group. We ended up going to some bar to hang out later that evening. I was in a pissy mood for no good reason at all. It had something to do with being bored - but I don't entirely understand why I'm so restless these days.

Sunday I slept in because I wanted to, dammit. When we got up, Dan and I took TJ to the park and we read. Nice and lazy, just how I like my sundays. We grabbed food, watched part of the Astros/Braves game and then the start of the Yankees. Dan went to work and I finished watching the game. Yankees won! Wow - can you believe I give a shit? Well, it keeps Dan in a happy mood in any case.

So that was my weekend and now I'm back at work. Oh god. I hate work. Well...another 102 hours until the weekend.

Busy Bee

Busy, busy, busy...I'll try to write something witty soon.