More Friday (through Sunday) Randomocity

It’s finally the end of the week. NASCAR is at Bristol Motor Speedway under the lights and beef ribs are in the freezer. Before we start the randomness today though, I’d like to introduce you to the man on the left there. His name is Marty Robbins. A few of the visitor’s here had never heard of him when I mentioned him yesterday. I am aware that the picture does nothing to help you realize that you have indeed heard his work before, but I can’t figure out how to post a song on my blog and most of you would probably not appreciate my emailing you his most recognized song, El Paso. Perhaps I should sing it on my next podcast. Yep, that was a joke…

* Does anyone else find it odd that female Olympic runners wear what is practically a bikini bottom when running, but wear full body suits when they swim? Do you think they ever feel overdressed?

* When going to a completely unnecessary demonstration off work property for more than half a day, never, under any circumstance, say not one, but five times how you can’t believe you are getting paid for it, unless you are special and DO remember that your boss is standing right behind you.

* You know you are pretty much ‘over’ (as in done with, not being physical above your job, even though you may be above other employees, but not in the literal sense because then HR would have to be involved) your job situation when you actually look up and realize that you drove right past your office because you were grooving to a song that you liked. Some of you may prefer to call that (get out the air quotes in your best Chris Farley impersonation!) ‘not paying attention to driving’ or ‘unsafe driver’ or ‘should be uninsurable,’ but I call it ‘being in the zone musically.’

* I am officially taking up beach volleyball, marathoning, swimming, diving, javelin, hurdles and possibly gymnastics. I have no idea what’s come over me.

* Has anyone else had this experience- You have a song that seems like you’ve been hearing and singing along to your entire life (for me Bruce Springsteen’s ‘Downbound Train) but there is a little part somewhere in it that is basically unintelligible to an English speaker, so you just mumble that part, even though it completely renders the song meaningless? And then comes the day where you FINALLY see the real lyrics somewhere, but you have been mumbling it so long that you realize you will never be able to sing it correctly. Nope, hasn’t happened to me either.

* We have been busy decorating our coworker’s cubicles with every company promotional posterboard that is in our department. We have also been taking pictures of us standing in front of our accomplishments. There are two problems with this. We took pictures, which is like filming our crime and I realized in the middle of my redecorating giddiness today that mine is now the ONLY cubicle that hasn’t been done, which means now do I not only need to get in early to prevent my cube from being attacked, but I have to start staying late too. Damn. Double Damn!

* When our newest coworker heard that another of our coworkers was seeing Tom Petty tomorrow night, she responded by saying she thought Tom Petty was dead. Not wanting to create a riff with the newest employee, I explained to her that yes, Tom Petty was indeed dead after suffering a ‘free fall’ while parachuting and that our coworker was actually seeing the Tom Petty Tribute Group, Tom Pity and the Heartbrokers.