davidology

I had my lunch plans all secured: I was going to go to EZ Lube, get an oil change while eating a Double Double (Animal Style, of course) next door. As I pull up, I see a large Exxon/Mobil truck refilling the station, with a big banner saying they accept Exxon/Mobil cards. Clearly, they were affiliated with, if not owned by the evil company.

I briefly considered if my conscience would allow me to give even $20 to that unabashed bigot of a CEO at Exxon/Mobil.

It wouldn't. I ended up at EX Lube, which sounds more like a laxative than a place to get your oil changed, but whatever, they had Castrol.

And in "I don't mean to sound like a jerk, but" news, someone's been knocking at the side door to the office now for like 5 minutes, as if one of us is supposed to interrupt what he's doing to go open the door for him because he forgot his key. This happens several times a day. Don't get me wrong, I'm not chastising him for forgetting his key—I do it occasionally myself. Most of us just have the sense to walk the few meters around to the unlocked front door by the receptionist and not disturb others.

Anywho... Massage Company just called... they had a cancellation. Guess who's celebrating the 3-paycheck month by getting a McMassage at 6:15? w00t²

I'm off to the gym!