The Cat's Nuts

Why you ask? Well the reason would have to stem from the fact that on Thursday afternoon around 5:00, a large New York law firm called our staffing office in need of 6 attorneys. Apparently there is some SEC investigation blah blah blah and they needed to have some 100,000 pages of emails reviewed. So a co-worker of mine and I floundered around for about an hour and finally got together 6 individuals to work on the project the following morning. Long story short, for ever 50 hours or so that they work, I'll be pulling in around $300. Not too shabby, so I suppose giving up a Saturday, sitting in the office and getting paid for it won't be so bad. More than likely I'm going to end up doing some school work. I'll probably end up doing more work here than I would have at home anyway, so I suppose that's a positive.

So for the past few...well, many months, Laura and I have wanted to get a dog. It's been a real battle of wills in terms of weighing out the benefits and costs and really seeing if we should get one. I think that we have finally reconciled the fact that at this point in our young, chaos strew lives, we don't really have the testicular fortitude necessary for a 16 year commitment to a pooch. So I've been in contact with a shelter group here in NYC called Mighty Mutts. They are the ones that are always hanging out at Union Square with the dogs with bright orange vests. Today around noon, Laura and I are going to hike down there (on company time none the less) and see what they have going on. Apparently they have some sort of Sheltie/ Australian Cattle Dog mix. To me that sounds like an ideal mix of sporty and cute and fluffy, but what the hell do I know.

I think that my perception of what a dog should be if fairly skewed. I grew up with an obese Cocker Spaniel that was perhaps the cutest dog ever. He was lazy as shit and dumb as bricks but we loved him anyway. Near the end of his life he started to have strokes or some sort of seizures. It was bad. One time something went wrong and from that point forward he constantly had his head cocked to the side like he was trying to shake water from his ear or something. Made him look like he was constantly questioning you. Good times. He now sits in a little tin can on my mother's bookshelf next to the other tin can of the cat. I guess that says alot about my family and our love of pets.

So last night Laura had a friend in town and we all decided that it would be a good idea to go out and have some drinks and what not. It was a good time, but we ended up at the Hotel W. Well I think that's what it was. It was really swanky and well.. yeah not my scene. I'm more of a Barcade/d.b.a. sort of person. And even at Barcade I don't really like the other people that are sometimes congregating, stopping me from ordering beer. Oh well. So anyway, last night we were there and I got talking to the boyfriend of one of Laura's friends. We were talking about pretty much everything from Fusion Cannons to milking a cat's rectum....yes...rectum. I'll leave that story for another day. Another long story short is that I finally crawled into bed, a little tipsy, around quarter after three. Considering how I needed to be up at 7:45 this morning, it wasn't exactly "ideal". So my ass is dragging.

I can only assume that my boss was thinking that I would come into the office and actually get some work done today. I don't really think that's going to happen. Considering how all the jobs that we do have to fill are crap, but besides that, I can barely stomach working during the week, let alone working alone in the office with nothing going on. And frankly, if I were a candidate and I was sitting at home, waiting for this supposed blizzard to hit, the last thing that I would want is a tired, hung over recruiter calling me trying to get me into the office. Oh well. That's my rant for the moment. I'm sure that I'm going to post again later on, but for now this is it.