*shriek*

The air isn't working. We have fifteen people in a conference room that tends to get really hot and has poor circulation. Those fifteen people aren't even *ours*. We're loaning them the room for the day.

Gah!

Luckily the guy in charge of the air for the building is luckily already in, so he's on it, but for grief's sake! The timing!

***

On a very related note, I showed up at work at 7:35 to prep for this group showing up at 8:00. I was prepared for a couple to show up a few minutes early. But the elevators are locked down until 8, as well as the door being locked until 8. At 7:41 the elevator doors open and the first person gets out! (The janitor had let him in, which is okay, but damn.) The most irritating part? One of the VP's was supposed to be here early as well to greet them. He knows what they're authorized for.

It's driving me nuts, because I would go upstairs to get help someone with things from their car, and I'd come down to find the first guy had made coffee...when they were to bring their own coffee. They also were only supposed to have that room and ten chairs (because that's all they were bringing). So far they're co-opted two chairs from another room. *screams* Which screws *our* employees if more than four people have a meeting in there.

And let's not mention the part where they're asking to use our projector, which they never asked about, which also can only be reached by network. Hello! We're not letting anyone on our network! We don't need you all accessing our personal business files!

Seriously, when the VP gets here? He's so dead meat.

ETA: The VP just showed up (at 8:25) and was properly apologetic. He spent last night and this morning thinking to himself that there was some reason he was supposed to be at work early, but he couldn't think what. He didn't remember until he got here. So...okay, I'll give him that one.

Still.

The Winston

NASCAR viewing on Saturday night. At NASCAR Cafe.

1. Watching the race with others who love NASCAR is good.

2. Margarita? Good. Top Shelf Margarita? Very good. Free Top Shelf Margarita? Good times three. Having to talk to the drunk guy who bought if for you? Dang it!

3. Drunk guys have trouble reading this shirt. Hee. zeplum, it's fun to confuse drunk guys!

4. The description "butch" confuses some guys. Especially drunk guys. Oddly enough, didn't confuse the not butch guy. The butch guy on the other hand...

5. Getting hit on by a Junior fan...okay. Getting hit on by a rabid Rusty Wallace fan...confusing.

6. Note to Hendrick fans: never go to bars in NC and watch a race. LOL I still feel slightly sorry for that guy.

7. Alcohol + my sister + me = talk about Darryl Waltrip stripping and a discussion about his man boobs. Also the fact that Mike Joy has more of a paunch but less man boobs (thereby making the stripping slightly more tolerable).

8. I volunteer to kick Vickers' ass. Pansy boy. (Dear Vickers, the only way Mike Bliss "came down on you" was if you were actually beside him. Your front bumper, at minimum, must be even with the rear wheel well on Bliss' car. You weren't. You were BEHIND him. So bite my ass and join Jeffy in the Bad Boys column.)

9. Harvick amuses me. I don't care if he needlessly went after Joe, he amuses me. Harvick at least reacts logically. You know he's going to be stupid about it.

10. God bless Mikey for calling Vickers on the shit.

11. Never stuff a size 5 ring on a size 7 finger. The swelling is not good, nor is having to buy your sister another ring because that one had to be cut off.

12. Signs your sister had a really strong margarita: over use of the word "super". Ex. "He's super nice. Super super super super nice. Really super."

13. Even while very close to drunk, I can still do math. Hurray! My sister cannot however.

14. Even while very close to drunk, I can mock the use of the word "super."

15. Have witnessed the very interesting: guys going to the bathroom together.

16. There was much cheering in the bar when Truex got voted into the All Star race. Not buy me or the Hendrick guy. LOL (Hey, I was hoping for Kenny Schrader, Kyle Petty or Jamie McMurray. Or Mike Bliss out of retaliation against Vickers.)

17. Two attractive females watching NASCAR in a bar = blood in the water.

*crying*

Dear. God.

The air is working again. Too well. There's a valve broken, so when it cools, it cools really cold. During a normal day I'd sit around and cut off the air every couple of hours for an hour, let it warm up. But with fifteen people in one small room I can't. So the complaining in the back...they have to deal. *sigh*

On top of that, the President of the company suddenly comes up and wants to know how long these people will be in the large conference room. Because he scheduled a meeting for this afternoon. Hello! They have it all day! Everyone knows this! Even better? Checking the meeting schedule (where people sign up for conference rooms), I had signed up this group for 8 until 5. In my handwriting. At the top of the list. The president then signs up from 3 until 5. He never read the sign up sheet. He just put his name down and never bothered to read what was already written.

OMG.

I so need lunch right now.

Pickup Lines

Pickup Lines That Do Not Work

1. "Fuck me if I'm wrong, but haven't we met before?" (Followed by removal of false teeth.)

2. "Junior's a wuss." (In NC, this is especially heinous.)

3. "I've dated strippers before. And I almost had a threesome once."

4. "I have no urge to ever get married again. Done that; hated it."

5. "So, what's a geek?" (Shirt read: Geek Is Sexy. Did not point out that, if you have to ask, then more than likely I'm not the girl for you. Just am glad I didn't wear the Talk Nerdy To Me shirt.)

6. "My buddy took Viagra once. He was hard for 9 hours. His girlfriend was real happy. No really, she was." (Subsequent attempts to explain that the girlfriend more than likely was ready to kill the guy at hour 5 were met by protests.)

7. "I don't have to worry about driving home tonight. I don't have a license. DWI. I'll just take a cab."

8. "Redheads are evil."