Halloween. FBI. wow.

Today was Halloween in the office. Need I say more? No, but i will.

Everyone in the sales office dressed up...yes I did. I wore my Lithuanian B-ball jersey, and some basketball shorts, and was Sharunis Marshalonis. For you Warrior fans out there, or for you Lugans out there, you get it. Barbie was a pirate. Runner was a monk (hilarious), Nam wore his Army fatigues (he is still inactive Army national guard), Jameson didn't wear shit, and was the total "i am too cool and too busy for this shit" d-bag, Boss1 seemed to not have dressed up, but come party time, he was Mao Tse Dung (hilarious). Now, the new lady (50+ mind you) wore a short mini skirt, black tights, and a "baseball jersey" that was a glorified wife beater top. When asked what she was in the sales meeting, she simply, and completely honestly said "a slutty baseball player". Holy shit, she lost a lot of respect from me, and Boss1. Lady, its one thing to give in and dress up in something lame because Barbie is throwing aparty for the station, but its another to act like your in college. Class it up, this is a place of work. Although, i am the first to admit sometimes it does not feel like one. Frat waltzed in late, and when he did, Barbie, who I do not think meant to have the tone of this next comment be condescending or flat out hilarious, but when he came in undressed, and rather "normal" she said, "what are you?! A tall person?" Lets just say, it sucked the oxygen out of the room and made for some slight chuckles.

Now, th second story i have i am reluctant to tell. I am beginning to realize Frat has been the center of my last few posts. I must admit. His large personality fucking consumes a lot of my time and energy at work. He is way loud on the phone...thus i hear all that he does all day.

Today. He called both 911, and the FBI. Yes, you read it correctly. 911. FBI. All because he discovered a fraudulent posting on Craigslist. My man, when someone on that site asks for cash in advance, or a paypal check, red fags should go off immediately. It should not escalate to you almost sending your credit card info, and then trying to file an FBI report to get your time spent back.

Anyway. I buzzed my head today because i have a big meeting tomorrow. I am going with Barbie, and it is for a huge company we have never been given money by. This was all my work. I am the one putting this all together, and I am going to dominate. I am currently looking in the mirror, camo jacket on, saying "you looking at me? I know you ain't lookin at me." And I am way more bad ass than DeNiro. I will close the shit out of this deal tomorrow.

Goodnight now.