Cats and Bikes
Today, being a Monday, I figured that I would hear back from my boss regarding if I was going to have any sort of work to do for the rest of the week/month/year, and unfortunately, his office has been quite silent. I went in there a few hours ago to talk to him about the whole “going to Tampa” assignement that had been discussed, and well… it didn’t go so well. He seemed irritated and didn’t really want to hear what I had to tell him. It seemed as if my desires to stay here and be bored, as opposed to flying to Florida to be bored, weren’t much of a concern to him. It kind of irritated me, but I being a good employee, sucked it up. Later on in the day, he asked me if I wanted to head out to lunch with him, so I agreed. This is not uncommon, so we headed out to the deli to get something to bring back to the office. On the way there, it became apparent to me as to why he seemed so angry earier in the day. Apparently, over the weekend, he forsook his Crackberry and purchased the new Nokia device that’s freshly available. Needless to say, I think it was causing him some major greif, and he was none too pleased.
“This fucking thing. It’s already out of batteries and it stopped working this morning.”
He spent the entire walk staring at the device, walking slowly and methodically down the sidewalk. It was actually quite annoying, because, once he realized that he was going to slow, he decided to crank up the pace, causing a generally irradic walking pace. The moral to this story is this: Don’t ask your boss for favors when he’s suffering from Crackberry withdrawal.
In light of this whole looming Tampa situation, Laura has been getting pretty upset because if I were to end up going down there, it would be a multiple month long project where I wouldn’t be around for 4 or 5 days a week. She’ really at the point where I honestly think she’s going to dump my ass if I don’t find a way around going down to Florida. I sent out an email to my “Coach”, telling her about the situation. Anyway… I’m not going to really worry about it until it’s right upon us, because I still think that it’s only around a 25% chance that I’ll end up going down there, so I don’t think it’s necessary to get my panties in a bunch thinking and worrying about it.
This weekend, Laura and I went over to the NYCBikes warehouse outlet sale. The sale was held in a 5000 sq. foot loft space close to the Brooklyn Navy Yard. We didn’t really know what to expect when we walked in, but in retrospect, had I really known what it was going to be like, I think I would have prepared myself a little better. We walked in and there were boxes everywhere, with parts practically overflowing. On each box it was labeled as to the cost for each component. There was a huge rack of frames that were being sold, all for $100 a piece. I was very tempted to pick up a single speed frame so I could convert my current bike to a single speed, but in the end I decided that my perfectly functioning 20 year old Brookstone mountain bike didn’t really need anything to make it work. Laura ended up purchasing a seat for her bike, because the gel one that she has tends to get sopping wet because we keep the bikes outside. Laura also purchased a basket which was eventually, after a failed attempt at hooking it to the front of her bike, attached to the rack on the back of mine.
After finishing up at the warehouse, we decided that we were going to go over to BARC to see about spending some time at their “Cat Loft”. BARC is an animal rescue group in Brooklyn, located at North 1st Street and Wythe. We signed up to be able to stop in and pet the cats and walk dogs. On Sunday we hung out for about an hour, petting the various cats that they have in their loft space. It was a little stinky, the cats often times had some eye funk going on, but on the whole it was a good time. It was obvious that may of the cats were well loved by their previous owners, because upon opening their cage doors, they sprinted forward to receive the affection. I was particularly worried at the end of our visit because Laura, upon picking up a tiny black and white kitten, was practically smothering the poor little thing with love. With it’s tiny purr motor going, I was able to convince Laura to hand him over and go and love on the huge beast of a cat in the next cage over….”Big Jake”. Thankfully, we were able to head out without adding to the already full house of cats that we currently have.
You can see Big Jake, and Mr.Personal (my favorite) here.