Question Of The Day

Can someone really fall in love with someone else even when they've only ever met via Internet?

I hear about people claiming this happens, but I wonder how real it is.

Baseball Contest

I'm stealing this idea from Pepsi. They have a contest going where you pick the winners of all the Baseball teams opening day games. I think we should do this, so I will put up a 3.75 lb. bag of yummy candy for the person who picks the most right from the following list of opening day games. You can post your answers in comments or e-mail them to me at yankeebob63@hotmail.com.

In the event of a tie, after choosing your winners, tell me what you think the runs scored total will be from the Yankees and Red Sux game. (ex: Yanks 25, Sux 0 total runs = 25)

Good luck.


Pick the winner of these games:


Visitors vs. Home

Red Sux vs. Yankees
Royals vs. Tigers
Brewers vs. Pirates
Indians vs. White Sox
Mets vs. Reds
Athletics vs. Orioles
Nationals vs. Phillies
Padres vs. Rockies
Blue Jays vs. Devil Rays
Twins vs. Mariners
Cubs vs. Diamondbacks
Braves vs. Marlins
Dodgers vs. Giants
Cardinals vs. Astros
Rangers vs. Angels


Total runs scored in Sux vs. Yanks =

Fun At Ruby Tuesday

Well, the search for a decent steak tonight was fruitless. This town has no decent filets available anywhere. Or, should I say, anywhere I looked. So instead of grilling tonight, Nicci and I went to Ruby Tuesdays.

I haven’t been there in a very long time and I was pleasantly surprised. The salad bar was awesome. The food was good. The dessert was amazing. But truthfully, the best part was the people. You all know I’m a people watcher and this place was a gold mine of blogger nuggets!

The fun started immediately when we walked in the door. The hostess greeted us and all I could think was “Wow, look at Molly Ringwald with blond hair.” She looked a lot like Molly Ringwald. Of course that started me looking for more celebrities working the tables. Sure enough, there were quite a few. There was Nick Lachey at the bar. There was Kelly Ripa and the woman from “King of Queens” waiting tables. So was the blond, geeky singer guy with glasses from this years American Idol. (OK, so I suck with names tonight.) There was even a Ginger Lynn Allen look-alike. She brought our order to the table. I started wondering who did the hiring there. Everyone working was a pretty darn good looking person. I knew I was going to like the place. ;)

Our waitress sealed the deal. She really looked like Amanda Peet. A lot. Plus, she was one of the best waitresses we’ve ever had anywhere. Very personable and attentive.

Then the fun started. When we were seated there was no one else in our section. After a little while, the place started filling up. To our right and up one booth was a family of Mom, Pop and 2 little girls. Twins. Cute little girls. Well behaved. The Pop wasn’t so well behaved. Every time Amanda came by, he would run his eyes up and down her entire body. When she walked away, his eyes were glued to her butt. I really didn’t blame him. The girl was very attractive. Problem was he sucked at being discreet. I watched him watching the waitress and his wife watched him several times too. I got to see her reaction easily since she was sort of facing me. She didn’t seem to be appreciating his appreciation of Amanda.

Then he blew it. Amanda squatted down at the booth directly across from them and started taking an order. When she squatted down, her little shirt rode up and her pants pulled down a little, exposing a lacy underwear top. Ol’ Pop over there couldn’t stop looking. There really wasn’t all that much to see, so his intense staring made me pretty sure about how his love life was going. His wife also noticed Amanda squatting; by following her husbands eyes to the target. She started staring right at his face as he stared at the almost view of the pretty butt.

After a few minutes Amanda finished taking the order and stood up, tucking her shirt back into her pants. Pop sighed as she walked away and slowly turned toward his wife. The wife with the laser beams boring a hole in his head. When he saw her staring at him he knew he was busted. The look on her face was enough to scare the crap out of anyone. (Not me. I was enjoying this one.)

Through gritted teeth I heard her say “Did you get a good look, Honey?” She really accented the ‘Honey’ part. As soon as she started talking that way the 2 girls stopped what they were doing and just sat up straight. It seems this must have been the ‘Mommy corrects bad things’ voice. The guy just turned red and said something really stupid. “I wasn’t looking at her”. Uh huh. What a dope. When he said that I started laughing. (Nicci kicked me hard in the shin to keep me quiet, but it didn’t work too well.) She then leaned over and gave him a 5 minute bitching session that I’m sure he wouldn’t forget. The little girls excused themselves right in the middle of it and went to the restroom. I tried not to listen in (yeah) but I did overhear stuff like “You promised” and “humiliate me” and “you asshole”. My guess is this guy had a history of roaming eyes and maybe worse. Either that or the woman was a serious over-reactor.

Any way, the kids came back and the parents stopped ‘talking’. Totally stopped. For the remainder of the time we were there. As we left I stood up and the woman’s eyes met mine. She sort of half-smiled at me, knowing that we and several other tables had probably overheard the whole incident. When she half-smiled at me, I blew her a kiss. You should have seen her eyes. They got as big as saucers. Her husband turned to see what she was looking at and I winked at his woman. Then Nicci and I left.

Now that was fun!

Finally Home For A few Minutes.....

Today has been a hectic one, but since the weather is so awesome, I haven't minded a bit. Cruising around, windows down, sun roof open, good tunes playing (thanks to Cindy Lou and the Blogger CD). Quite the pleasant way to run errands.

I guess you can tell I'm not working today. Had to take the Jeep in for it's first oil change. The book says it doesn't have to go in before it reaches 3000 miles, but I'm just not made that way. Old school logic dictates that the first oil change must be done after 500 miles and before 1000 miles. The motor has a break-in period and the first 1000 miles can make the oil a little dirtier. So, I took it in today. Screw their book.

I also had to take one of my kitties to the Vet. She's having a bout with throwing up a lot. Other than puking several times a day, she's fine. So we're having some blood-work done to see if she got into something toxic. It's a bit expensive, but worth it.

Last night I found out my Uncle has been diagnosed with cancer. That's been constantly on my mind today. Apparently a spot on one lung. They are supposed to check it out closer today/tomorrow to see how hard it will be to treat. It 'appears' to be still isolated on that one spot. I really hope so. This next few months will be hard for him and my Aunt, and for those of us who are close to him. I just want to scream "THIS SUCKS!!!", but I won't. I'll let it take it's course, pray about it and go with whatever comes along. But it does really suck.

The weather today is awesome. Broke out the grill to get it ready. Going soon to get some filets for grillage tonight. Gonna sit on the deck and enjoy the evening and try to unwind from my travels. Hopefully I'll get the time to catch up with everyone tonight. Hopefully.

A Leftover From Yesterday

I had been trying to post this since yesterday afternoon. It looks like Blogger is working now, so here goes.....



Today I had Tuna Noodle Casserole for lunch. I love Tuna Noodle Casserole! I remember how it used to be a joke on TV sitcoms about someone having it and it sucked. I never understood that. I could eat it all the time. It does give me indigestion sometimes. Usually when I use too much salt. But that's my fault.

I like old time, home style stuff like that. I love Meatloaf too. I could eat that weekly. Cold or hot, doesn't matter. Cold meatloaf sandwiches are the best!

One thing I never understood is Pot Roast. How boring can you get? It's usually less than flavorful and a lot of times tough. Then there are the side items, always potatoes. Bleech! YB hates potatoes.

I don't like Turkey sandwiches either. Peachy and I were talking about this one. Real Turkey is one thing, but sliced turkey like at Subway, has no flavor. I sometimes get a turkey sub thinking this time it will be better. But it never is. I always get suckered. It sure looks like it should be good.

Tonight I had one of my favorites, a couple of hot dogs with all the trimmings (except chili). I could eat dogs every day. It made me really excited for tomorrow. Tomorrow will be warm and sunny and I'll be breaking out the grill and using it for the first time this year. Oh yeah!

I'm happy today that I had the tuna casserole. Can you tell?

Question Of The Day

I have lot's of these things floating in my brain so expect this to become a regular thing.


Why is prostution illegal in (almost all of) this country but making porn movies is not? It seems like pretty much the same thing to me.

Disclaimer: This is no commentary toward a pro or con stance. Just a question.

Freaky Start & New Poll Posted

“Walk right back to me this minute
Bring your love to me don’t spin (send) it
I’m so lonesome every day.”

I woke up singing this song today. I had no idea why plus I just couldn’t remember what song it was. I had to Google the words to find out. Turns out it was originally The Everly Brothers. Worse yet, Anne Murray did it too! How did my brain remember something done by either of them? And more importantly, why?

Now I’m worried about this day. How can a day start out that freaky and not keep being freaky? I’d better be on my toes today.

The new Poll is posted. Remember that you can pick multiple answers now, so choose as many as you want. Don’t be shy about adding to the list via comments too. I’m sure I don’t know all the possible answers out there.

Latest Poll Results

I guess this one showed us... not much? Some wanted to be rich, some happy and the same amount wanted to cure disease. Some are already happy just being themselves.

Personally I voted to be rich. I believe I could find lots of happiness if I were. At the least, I'd have the opportunity to try. I never bought into the line that money doesn't buy happiness. I think that's just something rich people say to appease poor people. I don't believe money buys happiness per sey, but it gives you the chance to explore more ways to find it. Most people are pretty limited in ability to experience the world, myself included. I may be way off base, but I prefer to find out things on my own rather than listen to others.

I'll post a new Poll today. Unfortunately, I have to get some work done this morning. Damn work, interfering with blogging.




Given the chance to change the cosmos and jump right in, which would you rather be right now?

Selection
Very rich. 6 votes
Very happy. 6 votes
A movie star. 1 vote
A television star. 0 votes
A rock/music star. 2 votes
A great scientist who cures cancer & the common cold. 6 votes
Just me. 3 votes
A CEO of a huge corporation. (A la Donald Trump) 2 votes
President 0 votes
Others: Write in suggestions 0 votes

It's Almost Over, Or Is It?

It's sounding like Terri Schiavo is just about gone. Doesn't that sentence sound cold? I do wonder if she has any understanding of her situation at all. But I also wonder a few more things about this whole mess.

I've seen the pictures just like everybody else and noticed that she was a very attractive woman when her heart stopped and she ended up with brain damage. All brought on by bulimia nervosa, a psychological eating disorder. An attractive woman in the prime of her life destroyed by her desire to stay attractive & thin. Apparently a person develops bulimia by believing they are gaining weight and starting to look unattractive. I find that sickeningly ironic.

I also don't like the fact that the Federal Government tried to intervene after the State Government had decided the legal issues. It's a state issue and the feds overstepped their bounds.

I certainly don't like what's happening. I feel bad for Terri, for her family and for her husband. No one wins in this story. Now there looks like another conflict will arise because her family wants her to be buried in a Catholic Cemetary in Florida and her husband wants her cremated in Pennsylvania. The poor woman isn't dead yet and there is another storm brewing.

The family and the husband couldn't agree with what priest should administer last rites. There's a guy trying to rob a gun store to get a gun and force his way in to feed her. The nuts camped outside are said to be planning some kind of crazy stunt to try to save her. Now there is a fanatic preacher going to Capitol Hill trying to get the feds to again intervene. What's next?

I say, let her go. The legal part is over-with. Intervening by some goofy political stunt is basically illegal. The most important part is, let Terri have some dignity. At least a little if any can be found anymore. At this point, it's impossible to know how or even if she feels anything about this whole scene at all, but I'm pretty sure she wouldn't appreciate all the stupidity surrounding her. Personal opinions aside, the legal battles are done. Give it a rest and let her rest in peace.

You Can Drink The Coffee, Just Don't Listen To The Music

So I’m at Starbuck’s this morning talking with K, waiting for my morning fix and the music in the background is nagging at me. There is a song playing that somehow sounds familiar, but while I’m having a conversation, I just am not paying enough attention to recognize it. Then another customer comes in and K is helping them. That’s when I focus a bit and realize the song is someone doing a cover version of the Who’s “Let My Love Open The Door”.

I was shocked to finally recognize it. It was a country singer doing a pseudo reggae version of the Who’s classic rock song. Freakin weird! It sucked so bad that it was barely recognizable. I started laughing and K asked what was wrong with me. I told her how I finally realized what the music was and how horrible it was. The other 2 women there looked over at me and started laughing about it too. They told me that the Starbuck’s music selections were getting weirder all the time. They said yesterday there was some cd playing of ‘modern’ hip hop singers doing old style jazz songs, like Billie Holiday stuff. I’ll bet that was weird.

I really can’t stand when a country singer does a bastardized version of a classic rock song. This version was the funniest, stinkingest (is that a word?) most absurd version of any that I had ever come across. When I said that everyone there got a good laugh at least. Then when I was leaving a new song came on. It was a Janis Joplin song being destroyed by a woman country singer with that extreme twangy, country sounding voice/accent. It was bad. I stopped, looked over my shoulder and rolled my eyes. They all just started laughing.

I wonder who decides what music selections are played in the stores? Oh well. At least the Starbuck’s coffee is still good.

Miss Congeniality 2

Ok, those who guessed that I would be willing to pay ($8.50) to see Sandra Bullock's new movie were right. Actually, it shouldn't have been a tough guess if you've read this blog for any length of time.

The movie is great! I can't say enough about how good it is. I expected to like it because of my obvious infatuation for Sandy, but it really surpassed my expectations. There are so many hilarious parts in this one that my ribs hurt after seeing it.

I'm not going to give much of the story away so that you can go enjoy it for yourself. There were so many different, funny characters in this one, it would be hard to tell about them all anyway. The story line was a little bit predictable, but I think it wasn't supposed to be any kind of mystery. Plus, Sandy and Regina King make a good pair. Their characters are at odds most of the movie and they do a great job of making that part interesting.

Go check it out. I loved it and not just because it was Sandy. Although, that is a pretty good reason to go too.

Betcha Can't Guess...

I'm leaving a little early today. Just can't take it no more! But tonight I'm actually going to spend some money to go to the theatre to see a movie. I'll bet you can guess which one I'd actually spend the $8.00 on, can't you?

I hope everyone has a great holiday weekend.

Mean Is Funny

I just found out that I make Peachy laugh by being mean to one of our co-workers. She said she likes it when I pick on him. I just told him that an old friend who left the company had asked about him and asked if he was still working here. I answered her that yes, he was still here but we were trying to change that. He laughed, but I was almost serious. ;)

For the record, I'm only half-picking on him. I've known him for 18 years. We worked together at my old job. I'd say he's a friend, but he's also not a friend. It's just more fun to pick on him. He laughs and gives it back too, so it's not a big deal. He just doesn't give it back as good as he gets it. (Few do!) At least Peachy enjoys it, so why change someting that works, eh?

It's Friday!

Finally, it's Friday! I don't know how anyone else feels about it, but this week has felt really long to me. It's like, this time last week we were already into Sunday or something. Definitely time for the weekend.

One of our big cheeses brought us a nice little goodie bin this morning for the holiday. It's been raided pretty well already. I could smell the chocolate chip cookies coming long before they got to this building. It's a gift I have. I can't resist chocolate chip cookies.

Then we had a discussion going about doing a Slurpee run this morning. There is a new Sponge Bob Slurpee that is really good. I think it's a great idea! You never know what we'll do over here.

It's looking like work today will be more of an annoyance than usual. Everyone has weekend fever. This could end up feeling like the longest day of the week. Oh well, at least it's the last.

The Jogger Brought This On

Two nights ago I was driving home and in the distance I noticed a jogger. The part of the road I was on was a long straightaway so the jogger was a good distance from me. Needless to say, I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a gal.

Now, don't think badly of me, but when I see a jogger in the distance I get interested. I'm always hoping it's a good looking, athletic babe out for a good workout. (C'mon guys, you know that thought goes through your head too.) I just assume that women hope it's a good looking guy. True???

Anyway, when I got close I saw it was a guy. He was in great shape and looked to me like someone women would like to look at. I say that with caution because, for some reason, the guys I think women will find attractive a lot of times aren't. I guess I was a little disappointed to be honest, but I think anyone who is in great shape like this guy was is good looking. I'd just rather see a woman jogger.

This started me thinking about times I've been out with one of my best friends (a woman) and we would pick out people we thought each other would find attractive. I'd say that maybe 50% of the time the people we'd pick for each other was acceptable. That's really not a good average. It's amazing how diversified physical attraction can be. I'm not talking about when you know someone well and find them attractive (or not). A person's personality can make them even more attractive (or not) even if they don't have the appearance of a movie star or something. I'm talking about the 'first glance' kind of thing. Purely physical.

I've never had a blind date or even been set-up with someone by a friend. I think that would be pretty tough for someone to do for me. I know I wouldn't want to try doing it for someone else. Not unless I knew each person really well and knew their personalities would mesh. I wonder how people decide to accept a blind date? I think the anticipation would be tough, wondering what the person is really like, if they are pretty (or not) and what happens when you meet the person and you either find them really attractive (or not)? How do you keep from showing your glee/relief (or disappointment) when you finally meet them? I suppose that's when you have to become the actor.

This reminds me of when Jerry and Elaine set up George on a blind date with Elaine's friend. "Does she have a pinkish hue?" That turned out well. ;)

Can you see how my mind works? I notice a jogger and it sends my thoughts into a totally different world. Sometimes even I wonder about me.....

I Just Had To Know....

I got this from Grace who go it from Just Another Nickname's Blog. Love the results! Can't get much better than Charlize! (Unless her name is Sandy.)

Who's Booze Is Best?

Did you ever notice how happy people can be when you agree with them? They also can be butts when you don't agree. I'm talking about agreeing with simple stuff too. Not necessarily something earth shattering.

Last night I stopped at a liquor store for my weekly donation to the Lottery fund (I will win someday!) and a young girl was there buying a case of Milwaukee's Best beer and some miniatures. In my mind I thought, "Now there's some nasty beer." But I said nothing.

Then a guy came up with a case of Guiness and a fifth of Absolute Citron. In my mind I was drooling at the Guiness and from out of nowhere I heard my voice saying, "Now that's the good stuff." (Again with the talking before thinking thing.) The guy looked at me and smiled and said, "Yep, nothing but the best!"

Now the girl pipes up and says, "I don't see how you can drink that shit! It's so nasty!" Then the owner starts in on her case of Milwaukee's Best being rot gut and the guy starts telling her the same thing and she starts picking at the guy for the Absolute (BTW, YB likes Absolute too.) and showing him her selections of miniatures, which she had 5 of and some were good ones, like Cuervo Gold. The owner starts laughing at both of them and brings out a bottle of Blackberry Brandy and starts telling them both that they are way off base. Then Guiness guy starts offering to do a taste test right there. He even starts to break out the Guiness and the girl is all over that, ready and willing to break into her $9.00 case of Milwaukee's beer. That's when the owner decides they better chill because he knows he can't allow them to have a drinking contest in his store.

The whole time I'm just standing there, watching and smiling, knowing that I started something quite entertaining and very much by accident.

This got me thinking about how agreeing with people will help you to make friends but disagreeing can get you the opposite. For instance, say you're in an elevator climbing to the 35th floor and there is someone there you've never met. They mention casually that the weather is nice and you respond in kind. Then a conversation can usually begin that will branch off to other topics and maybe a lunch and then maybe a new friend can be found.

But when the weather thing comes up and you respond with something like "I don't think so! It's too hot for me", usually the conversation has ended. No further questions, your honor.

These kinds of things are good to recognize. If you are like me (moody) and you choose to quickly end the conversation, just answer negatively when spoken to. Or don't bother to answer at all if you choose to come across like an a-hole. On the reverse, if the mood is good, you can make a new friend. Blow them off later if you choose. I think I've learned something valuable here.

Of course the antics at the liquor store could have ended up either way. Maybe the Guiness Guy and the Milwaukee Chick could have gotten together after doing a taste test. Who knows? Booze can change everything.

I enjoyed the 'Best Booze Challenge' that I inadvertantly instigated last night. It's not often that you can stumble into something entertaining and educational at the same time.

BTW, I still didn't win the Lottery. I'll try again later this week. Maybe there will be some more funny booze buyers there to strike up a conversation with.

Out With The Old.....

I noticed something interesting tonight on the way home. (Interesting to me I should say.) I saw a new Mustang traveling on the highway next to an older model Mustang. Talk about contrast! I didn’t really think about it when I started seeing the new model on the road, but when you put the 2 styles side by side, there really isn’t any comparison. The new Mustang is such an improvement over the older style that I sort of feel bad for people who got one last year. They probably saw this year’s model and started cussing Ford Motor Company right away, knowing they were stuck with one for a few years before they could upgrade. Sad really.

I’ll bet in the near future we will see a lot of Mustangs 2 years old and older sitting on the used car lots. Plus the convertible comes out this summer. Can’t wait to see that. Normally I don’t care much for Fords, but I think this whole retro idea is very cool. I have a friend who is considering buying a convertible. Guess who’s getting a test drive when he does?

Thinking Out Loud (Sort Of)

During my adventures yesterday I talked with many people I knew, some as friends and some who used to work for me. A couple of the reunions were a bit shocking. One guy that had worked for me came over to talk and when he smiled I saw he only had one tooth left in his mouth. (He didn't have a full mouth 4 years ago either, but sheesh!) He's a pretty OK guy, a bit hard-headed, but an excellent worker. That smile creeped me out! This one scraggly tooth sticking up from the bottom of his mouth, glowing yellow and looking lonely... yuck! I almost asked him, "Why not just pull it and be done with it?" Even no teeth would look better than the 'boys from Deliverance' look.

I also noticed the receptionist was still talking about her kid. This doesn't sound like too big a deal, but when I left, it was the only topic of conversation she ever had. Back then I would walk to her desk and she would be telling someone about something her kid did or some story about the kid. It was never ending. And if someone else chimed in and mentioned that their kid had a similar experience she would interrupt and say something like "That's nothing, my kid...." She's still the same. How many stories can you have?

Then there are the ones who haven't changed much, but it's a good thing. A couple of the women I was friends with still were sweet and gave me a hug, just like always. Maybe not the most professional way to conduct an interview tour, but wtf, right? There was also the hottie that didn't care who was around and gave hugs and pecks on the cheek freely. She's still a hottie. There was also the 2 guys that always gave me a hard time about everything. In a friendly, 'who can rank on who the best' kind of way. Seeing them again was fun. They still didn't mind insulting me and getting it back. Guys can be like that.

Then there were the surprises. One woman in particular is a big cheese type that I always though was sort of attractive but didn't care to try too hard to be. Now she's a bit different. She has lost weight, toned up, added slight coloring to her hair and she looks great. I was pleasantly surprised. Also, one of the guys I knew has also done some slimming and cleaning up and he looks really good. His change was more of a surprise.

Another very pleasant surprise was when an old friend who had left the company a few years before me magically appeared. She left to join the FBI and, the last I heard from her, she was in Brooklyn. Suddenly there she was. Back again, married with a kid. It was really great talking to her. I plan on getting together with her to catch up again.

The very best part was having lunch with my 'special friend'. Have you ever met someone who you have an instant connection with and the chemistry is just perfect? That's how she and I are. (I'm talking friendship chemistry only. And yes, Nicci knows her well.) We've managed to keep up with one another over the time I've been gone, but it's always great to hang with her and goof off for a while.

I guess reading over this I can see that it's not so much the job that I remember but it's more the people. Probably that's the draw toward maybe going back. A job is a job. People are what make it pleasant or, unfortunately, unpleasant. I do miss the interactions, even the weird ones. Where I am now, it's a strange world indeed. Going from the old place to the city has been weird. The characters are all present, just not as many and not nearly as many pleasant ones.

There's no real point to this post. I'm just thinking out loud (sort of). It's cool to have a place to document these things so I can look back later. Maybe I'll look back in a few hours and think I'm a goofball or something. Who knows?

My Day In The Zoot Suit

So today I had an interview at the place I left to come to my current job. They contacted me about a position they have open and I decided to go and hear what they had to say. I don't know how many of you have done something like this, but for me, it was almost surreal going back through the place after 3 1/2 years. I spent 14 years at the old place. I started there when it was a decent size company and when I left, after all the growing pains and the place had tripled in size, I didn't give it too much thought anymore. Just some of the people.

It looks the same, almost. There have been a lot of cosmetic changes (for the better) and I could still find my way around easily enough, but there is a lot missing too. Some departments that I had worked closely with for 14 years don't even exist anymore. Departments and department personnel. There is a new extension on the back of the place where a totally new product has been added. When I left the company this product was an experiment. Now it's fully into production with it's own brand new wing. The hallways and even the utility areas are clean and very professional looking. (That's a big change.) I was impressed.

I was a little sad too. A lot of the people I knew are no longer there now. There were some massive changes made and new talent required, so 'off with the old, on with the new' I guess. I did see a lot of old friends too. Some survived and it became like old home week for a little while.

It's funny how you can just take something for granted, like it will always be the same and then you find it's nothing like it was in your memory. In my head I always thought that if I didn't like my new job, I'd just go back to the old place and get started there again. That's never a sure thing with any job. But the naive little dope in my head had been convinced of it anyway.

Over all it was a really good day. I got a full tour of the 'new' place, got to talk shop with some really interesting people, got to see a bunch of old friends and got to have lunch with a very special friend afterward. I had such a good time that I almost forget it was an interview for a new job. How weird is that? Looking back on the day, I have to say that I don't really care about the job at all. It was just a lot of fun to be back in the old place and know that at least part of what I helped build into a successful company still survives. Somehow that's a bit of a comfort.