moody-ass coworkers.

like it's not bad enough to have to work for a living. but to have to stare at this all day? >>>>>>>>>

and then it really tops that proverbial cake with the cherry-tinted thought of having to race in this concrete jungle just to get to the door, after you have been eyed up and cat-called for the past 2 miles on foot, in your push-up bra and heels.


as if i am not already upset about having to sit on my ass all day long in a fluorescent-lit environment, but now I have to hear you sigh, belch, and see you play with your frizzy hair all day as you contemplate banging your head on your keyboard. that is quite unnecessary.

as is your howard stern lookalike bit you have kept up. why? save your plight for the moments alone in the bathroom; those times in the mirror when you look and just want to scream - go ahead, scream away.

and while you are at it, tuck in your shirt, and zip your fly you sad excuse for a business man. you and your beaten up briefcase - i have seen lizards who have gotten run over by a Yugo look better than what you carry your alienware laptop in.

anywho, back to menupages, to figure out whats for lunch.

box-ing up The Box.

so I have to say...for a spot to be open for only a few months - not charge at the door, and then start, is tacky. i mean i liked the old door dude who opened the spot. and i have been, aplenty. but - when revenue is tight and they take it out on us, that is way ghetto.

so ghetto in fact, it's too ghetto for me.

upon walking up to the door last night, with the new 'uneasy in his own skin with no door experience' door guy wimply holding a bogus clipboard. he questions everyone if they have a reservation, then when they say 'no' he says (with the cartoonish finger-to-lip 'wondering' face) :

"give me a second" and turns to pause, then a dramatic re-entrance into the club; bouncer holding door open, him spinning on one foot, to 'pretend' and go ask someone. and then...the dismissal, poor souls.

over it people. the box....should be a cardboard one. with that dude inside. that's that.

i mean, i went in, but...still.

THINK OUTSIDE THE BOX....