This is the time of year where I think, damn, when was my friend Sun’s birthday? I’m a dude, and I have a hard time remembering birthdays. I can remember my dad’s because he’s a big drama queen, but I used to have trouble with my mom’s. It’s been years since I forgot what the date was, but I rarely know what today’s date is. I’m lucky to have a friend whose birthday is on the same date as my mom’s, and luckier that he’s on Friendster. Friendster emails me and then I know it’s time to wish her a Happy Birthday. Easy, see?

So today I had two official meetings where I was repeatedly asked, “Do you know what you’re doing?” Really, the answer is no, my current job has nothing to do with my skill set. I was also taken aside by a co-worker who strongly suggested that I take care of the guy I told off before he took care of me. This was an hour-long diatribe, and at the end of it I started looking for a job outside of Megacorp. I don’t play those kind of games.

Oh, and I rushed to the gym only to find out that I was an hour early (Dave the trainer’s magic schedule change again). Dave the Trainer also wanted to grab a bite to eat afterwards but was busy chatting up someone who theoretically found him attractive because they’re both Jewish. I told him the only way he could be more attractive is if he was a doctor. Apparently it’s the last day of Passover and time to eat a hamburger (or bacon cheeseburger if you’re truly a bad Jew.) I really am a bigot.