the story of yesterday

amo's friday:

so yesterday (friday november 21 2008....happy birthday garrett) started as any normal friday does. i woke up at 8:45 (when im supposed to be at work at 9) get to work around 9:45 (oops!) turn on my computer (after making some jokes at people so they like me even though im late), and immediatley open: ichat, mail, and firefox with the following tabs: gmail.com, teamolsonblog.blogspot.com, newyorktimes.com (how hipster of me), bookface.com, verizon.com (so i can look at the blackberry storm), at&t.com (so i can check rates on iphone plans), and then an untitled tab that can be my default "click to" tab so i can start pretending that i am typing something profound into google search if someone happens to walk by my desk (itb?)

so here i am, with dumb merriam webster word of the day and urbandictionary word of the day, and some stupid email from sephora...but NOTHING from team olson. (well, besides this from m1: www.typealyzer.com and then enter the blog name. it analyzes what kind of blog it is.) what do i do? they aren't even on gchat. ugh.

so the dreaded friday begins: i.start.doing.work. which consisted of photoshopping five final renderings of the store i have been working on for marketing use. (i only finished one, now i have to do the rest this weekend, oops!)

anyways, so in between working on these renderings, i am obviously going back to all of those firefox tabs i mentioned and refreshing them (i do this anywhere between one and fifteen times per hour, depending on the work load).

so here i am with a cell phone bill and a credit card bill in my gmail reminding me that i don't actually have money but that i continue to pretend i do, no updates whatsoever to the team olson blog (where are you guys?), some depressing story about the economy on nyt, boring bookface activity (so i write on kmo's wall), a frozen verizon site because everyone else in the country is looking at this too, and the iphone calling my credit card to make one more purchase.

so now its lunch time. and i cant decide what to eat because i realize that i forgot to eat breakfast and i am starving beyond recognition (damnit nemo, you were right). i am paralyzed by starvation/indecision and sit there for an hour thinking about it/waiting for someone to make a decision for me. finally the coworker to the left and the coworkers behind me decide that we should just go out for burgers/beer. ahhhh, theres that friday feeling.

2 hours later. im at my desk. full. its 4pm. i text kmg to see when i can meet up with her. she says 615.

yes! there goes the receptionist to get happy hour. the next 2 hours are set. we get some champagne, strawberries, guacamole, chips and beer. (wtf??) who cares, im not eating that shit anyway, im ano.

so im sitting there getting a nice buzz preparing myself for a fun night. then. at 545, i get a stupid FSAD task to find a MFCSSOAB 10" white glass ball that will go on top of a christmas tree in the store, that can be shipped overnight. sounds easy? pause NOT. after cussing out an amazon representative and a store clerk, i just order some stupid thing thats probably not going to work (its a replacement globe for a ceiling light, is that bad?), because its now 7:30 pm and i need to get the F out of work.

so, i go meet kmg and ms (blondies 1 & 2) down in soho, an hour late. yupp, they've already finished a bottle of wine. BUT! they haven't heard any of the stories from kmos birthday party or this blog. so i dive right in. about an hour later (and two more bottles of wine, and some gross cold fishsticks that kmg ordered) they are sitting there in awe with their jaws hitting the floor. kmg immediatley says "why am i not part of this blog yet" and proceeds to name (slur?) about 73827428167 things she could potentially write about.

so at this point, we are hammered (its 10pm). and hungry. so we decide to go eat dinner in billyburg with br1. after we leave an incoherent voicemail on kmo's phone. at this point kmg has already stopped at the corner store (or as she likes to call it: bodega) and bought cigs, salt & vinegar chips, and a bottle of water. typs.

we get in a cab. kmg & ms are killin me with the shit thats flying out of their mouth. ms is talking to the cab driver about botox and jesus. kmg is screaming at the top of her lungs asking him if he likes chips. he says no. and then she screams that they are salt & vinegar so that should change his mind. im sitting back in awe. ms is basically in the front seat of the van having what she would probably describe as a "serious" conversation with this poor man. he offers her his bible. she declines.

so thats basically the end of the story because dinner wasnt that interesting besides stuffing our faces with dumont burger (oops, ate at 2 burger places yesterday) and drinking yet another bottle of white wine in 3o degree weather. normal.

i will leave you with an unbelievably adorable picture of team olson when we were very young.



tiu, amo