Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Five Stupid Things My Boss Did Today

*I wrote this in late April but decided to wait until my boss was no longer my boss. Now I feel we can all share in the revelry. Yes, this all happened. And, yes, it all happened in a single work day...

I don't think my boss knows about this blog (or even the concept of blogs, frankly) but, in the interests of self-preservation I will be stashing this away until such time as I no longer work here - which is not so far away. In the meantime, I thought it imperative to canonize these events. You might think your boss ain't so sharp but I dare you to top this - it all happened in less than 8 hours on a quiet day in April...Herewith, in no particular order:

1) Paged me at my phone to ask me when the first day of summer is this year. I didn't have the heart (or the time) to explain solstices, equinoxes, the structure of the solar system etc. so I just said, "June 21," and rolled my eyes. (And I gambled that it wouldn't fall on 6/22 this year, and it doesn't.) The important thing is that a grown man doesn't know when summer starts.

2) If you don't live in Canada, or don't drink wine regularly, you could be pardoned for not knowing this. If you live in Canada, drink wine and oversee a magazine with a regular wine column it's something you might have come across at some point: He did not know what VQA is or what it stands for. If you don't know, VQA stands for Vintner's Quality Assurance and it's basically a federal body that governs wine standards in Canada. Many other countries - France, Italy etc - also have such bodies. He now knows about it because they took out an advertisement (so we should, like, write about em!). So, he thought we should do an article on VQA wines, you see?

3) These still aren't funny enough for you? Try this one: A girl arrives for a job interview. He spots her as she comes in and realizes that a girl from a previous interview is about to leave so he stashes her in a room. And doesn't tell anyone. And forgets about her. For an hour. In the meantime, the manager in charge of interviewing her calls and leaves a message at her house asking where she is, hopefully she didn't get the time mixed up etc. Even the people at the front desk never saw her come in. She was mostly okay. [ed note: She got the job!]

4) He pronounced the musical insturment, spelled maracas, as "mar-a-chas." Really, this is not a hard word to say. Is it?

5) Like the VQA thing this requires some prior knowledge. Basically, he was reading the new Douglas Coupland book which includes appearances by a character named (ta da!) Douglas Coupland. So he's running around the office talking about how it's just like Kurt Vonnegut. Now, I can only presume he has read "Breakfast of Champions" (more likely, seen the Bruce Willis movie of it) in which the main character encounters Vonnegut as a God figure. Admittedly, both books feature the author within the narrative. But aside from that, it's not really the same thing. The reasons, the manner in which they appear, the function they serve...entirely different. I mean, they're printed on paper, in english, serif fonts etc...but I mean substantively. But he probably read one Vonnegut thing in high school (or saw the movie) and from there thinks he can stroll around talking about how X or Y is like Vonnegut when it's not. I mean, Vonnegut didn't invent "meta," man.

It reminds me of the scene in Back to School when Rodney Dangerfield hires Vonnegut to write an essay on himself...and Vonnegut gets a bad mark. Well, a lot reminds me of that scene.

[Ed note: Did you know they are remaking Back to School with Cedric the Entertainer? Gawd! Why?]

Mr Mom

Now, this isn't going to turn into Rebecca Eckler's Blog .
But here are two examples of the challenges of doing freelance work while watching a baby.

I make a bunch of calls and wait for callbacks.
Of course, right as one call comes, Sleeping Baby wakes up.
What's more, as I cradle the phone between cheek and shoulder, she vomits.
Then the doorbell rings.

Or there was the time she was in the mood for playing when a call came.
And no quiet toys would suffice. It had to be the LOUD piano.
So I had to dump her with the piano and do the interview in the kitchen, peeking in on her all the time. That was fun too.

And, I should mention, that I caught the last 1/2 hour of Mr Mom on TBS last week.
Sweeeeet.
(But I missed the company picnic/race scene with Keaton and Mull...oh, well)

Back in Action

Who is excited about the World Cup?
No, not me. I hate the World Cup but now everyone who searches for it on a blog search will find me too bad.
These are the only two things you need to know about why I hate the World Cup (or "football," really).
1) The Marxist Argument - Soccer is only popular in countries that are pretty hopeless and soccer provides an opiate to seduce them. Sociologically Ghana, Argentina and England are all not doing so well and they need some. (Healthy North American countries can revel in globalization and consumer goods!) So once every four years the people in Cameroon can get jazzed that MAYBE THIS TIME and then use the few pennies they have to buy some Adidas stuff, feeding the machine.
2) The Sports Argument - The whole point of sports is, like, that someone beats someone. It wouldn't be much fun watching the 100M in the Olympics if everyone finished with a time of 10.5 seconds and it ain't fun watching two teams finish 0-0. I'm not denying the athleticism required to run up and down a field for 90 minutes, accomplishing nothing other than a good cardiovascular workout...but when two of the final four teams get in by 1-0 scores (on a penalty kick and shootout respectively) there is SOMETHING WRONG with your sport.

Nuff said.
This isn't about the World Cup.

Why have I been so remiss in posting lately?
The short answer is that, surprisingly, I have much less free time now that I'm unemployed/working freelance.
Especially with a baby.

I will elaborate in my next post, later today.
In the meantime...

Here is something one might, hypothetically do, after a night with three hours of sleep:
-open washing machine
-turn necessary knobs to activate machine
-put in clothes
-add bleach to affect soiled items
-close machine
-put items in dryer
-realize that despite bleached cleanliness of items, no soap has been used in the process
-put items back in washing machine
-add soap
-set to cold water in the interests of preserving our scarce supply.

hypothetically.