Thursday, July 10, 2008

Yee ha.

Let’s take a momentary break from all the geeking around. I’ve got to wait for my processor order to come in all the way from Massachusetts (Holy crap that’s a hard state to spell. I had to Google it. Surprisingly I was only one letter off.) before more computer fun can ensue.

The office where I work is planning another company event. They’re still making it after work hours, but at least they’re letting us out an hour early this time. I hate it when they want you to bond with your coworkers on your time. Hello I have other things I’d much rather be doing than spending even more time hanging around the people I work with all day. You know, like clipping my toenails. My socks are getting holey.

It’s a company-sponsored dinner… at some place called Union Cattle. WTF. My first thought was, “They’re taking us to a cattle ranch?? Did they forget I’m vegetarian?” I looked it up and it’s supposed to be an “elegant” restaurant… with a mechanical bull. Right. That’s classy. They said they went last year and had a blast. I guess they were drunk or something. You’d have a blast picking up freeway litter if you were drunk enough.

The thought of riding a mechanical bull was intriguing at first. How long would I be able to stay on? After more thinking, however, I became less and less curious about it. I just can’t seem to find anything redeeming about hopping up onto a mechanical bull in front of all your coworkers, flailing about like a rag doll while you desperately cling to the pommel with one hand and feel your shoulder about to pop out of its socket, and eventually flying to the floor, landing on who knows which body part, and crumpling into an ungraceful pile… all in front of people you’re going to see again the next day.

The next day? Yes, this blessed event is happening on Monday night. So those who feel inclined to get blind, stinking drunk will still have to crawl into work the next day. I feel closer to my company already.