First of all, Colin's only a year younger than I, but I still feel that as the eldest of this generation of Jago relatives, that I've failed in some way for not being the first one to get married. Or, you know, even GET a girlfriend. (I hear that it's helpful to get a fiancee BEFORE the marriage part...)
I dunno. Maybe it's because I'm 26. Or because I keep on seeing people get married. Or maybe because I'm getting old. In any case, makes for some mixed feelings about Colin and Joanne.
And MFJ said that if I didn't get a date for the wedding (which isn't looking likely), she'd be willing to act as an escort. Have I touched on this before? (Yes, I did. August 28th, towards the bottom of the previous page... Gee, thanks, me. No probs.)
She's cool with it, and Dev's cool with it, and I'm cool with it. It'd be a lot less of an issue if it were in town, though, instead of a long weekend in a resort town.
Kind of daunting if I were asking someone I was interested in. "Hey, babe, I know it's kinda a weird first date, but want to go to Jasper for a weekend? For a wedding?"
But since MFJ and I are good friends, it's not a big deal, I guess. At least all of us are cool with it.
* * *
Looks like I'll be getting to have Thanskgiving dinner with Heath this year, since he's coming up for spend time with his Edmonton girlfriend.
And he's cooking a turkey, something he's never done before.
It reminds me of this one time when Heath, Rich, Perry, Kingston and I made a huge dinner of ribs and steaks at a place Heath was housesitting in either Regina or Saskatoon.
I was in charge of the garlic bread.
It was a good time, and a huge meal for five strapping young (20) lads. One fun evening, although I didn't think of it until Heath gave me the invite to this one...
* * *
Have a new hire, Amanda at work. She started today.
So far, she seems like she'll fit in.
I was doing some work at the computer for Jeff, who wanted me to proofread a letter he was sending to Rogers AT&T. (I am Jeff's goto guy for writing.)
Every time Jeff went by, he'd punch me in the shoulder, earning threats that I could, if he wanted, make the letter a incoherent mess of swears and gibberish.
So he's leading Amanda to the back, punches me in the shoulder and mentions, "It's tradition to punch Jago in the shoulder." (Did I mention I have an abusive boss?)
So she punches me. Hard.
"GAH!" I yell.
Later on, I'm taking lunch in the back room, and Jeff, Martin (came in on his day off to do some errands), Nathan and Darren are all in the back as well.
Amanda comes in. "Hey! Why are you guys all allowed to hang out in the back room? Why not me?"
Me: (looking dead serious) "Oh, maybe because we're all male?"
She glares at me.
Man, mock angry glares, unprovoked attacks...It's like I'm working with MFJ...
* * *
I've pretty much figured out my position at RadioShack.
I tend to be the old veteran, but also am the very sarcastic know-it-all.
Since I have so much experience, and know how to do alomst anything asked of me by my bosses, I can afford to be the flippant one.
Chris, my old manager at Bonnie Doon, used to mutter that I was karmic retribution for all his misdeeds in the company.
For Jeff, it's usually a matter of saying, "You know what? You can really be annoying at times. You REALLY frustrate me."
I figure that I'm more along the lines of the slave that Roman authority figures would have at their sides to keep them humble. The ones who kept on saying, "Thou art NOT a god. Thou are mortal."
Yup. That's pretty much me in a nutshell. Always there with the ability and opportunity to take someone out at the knees with my sarcasm...
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