Its funny that people say technology makes our lives easier. I believe this to a certain extent. But for the most part it only makes us more frustrated, stressed and adds grey ara to that line between work life and personal life. There are many times that I feel I couldn't live without the internet, a digital camera, and now a blackberry.
My cellphone contract ended yesterday on Christmas Eve. So I figured I should go ahead and get a present for myself. It has been a longstanding tradition for me to do this. It used to get me in trouble a lot with one of my exgirlfriends. I settled on the BlackBerry Pearl.
This new toy is not going to be just be a toy. This is a new leash that I will have not only to those who know me and are demanding of my time but also to my desk and work. That is exactly what worried me when I swiped my card for the phone. Is this phone going to make my life easier or more difficult?
I am hoping that this new piece of technology isn't going to further blur the line between work and personal life. But it will most likely take some time to re-enforce that balance. But now I have absolutely no excuse for not blogging more then I have been.
To those of you who celebrate it, Merry Christmas. To the rest, have a great holiday season.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
My time as Santa
We recently had a competition at work that involved each sector of our production team decorating their area. Each team had to decorate their area to fulfill certain categories to win. These categories included areas like showcasing the different ethnicity's in your group, displaying good old American commercialized Christmas and using the decorations to reflect our sector.
Our sector got together for a team meeting and laid out a game plan. Somehow, this game plan involved a girl in our group dressing up as a giant Christmas stocking and I was to dress up like Santa. I don't know how this came about, but apparently it was written in stone. To be honest, I really didn't have a problem with being Santa. I just misspelled Santa when I was typing that sentence and I never realized how close to Satan it is. I have never dressed as Santa before and I figured that it is something that I needed to do before I die.
So a friend of mine in the office, the girl dressing as a stocking, picked me up a Santa suit and I was on my way to becoming St. Nick. This last Monday night I took the suit home with me to try it on. Once fully engulfed in Santa gear, my roommate decided it would be a good time to go out for a cigarette. SO I went out as Santa. There I am standing on a major road in Chicago outside my apartment wearing a Santa suit, smoking a Camel Wide Light. Ho ho ho. There were people walking down the sidewalk that were high-fiving me, patting me on the back, and asking me why I was out so early. Then the lady from the palm reading place spotted me and came running down the street. "Santa, Santa, you have to do me a big favor. Can you come and talk to my kids?" My first response was no. Who the hell am I? I just put this suit on five minutes ago. I don't know how to be Santa. But what the hell, it will make a good blog post since I have been slacking. My response to the palm reader went as follows, handing my smoke to my roommate, "I have to warn you, Santa has had a couple egg nogs."
The next thing I know I am standing in the middle of a complete strangers living room. There were about a dozen people in the room ranging from the age of mid 40's to 2 years old. The kids were really the only ones excited to see me. But I knew that I was safe because no one is going to kill Santa in front of their kids. The kids were all coming up to me and telling me what they wanted for Christmas. I haven't even heard most of this shit before. But I nodded and asked them if they were good. That's when the age of technology came in to play. I was starring in a video taken on a cellphone with one of the guys that was most likely in his mid twenties. He asked me what he was getting for Christmas and since I saw him smoking outside, I told him that I was bringing him cartons of Marlboro Reds. If you see this video at any time or on youtube or something. Let me know. I am interested to see how it turns out. I quickly excused myself after about 15 minutes and headed out. The little boy who was the youngest in the room ran to the window as I left and waved goodbye. I do actually hope that I made those kids night.
So that is the main part of the story. Well at least that is the part that is the most interesting. I dressed as Santa at work on Wednesday and we ended up winning our office competition. We will be leaving today at noon to head to a new "Irish Bar" here downtown for lunch and a few drinks. I say "Irish Bar" because a lot of places in Chicago claim to be an Irish bar or pub and they are nothing but a yuppie bar with an Irish flag waving.
So Ho ho ho and Merry Christmas to everyone. And if you ever are in Chicago and you want a free palm reading, let me know me because I have the hook-up.
Our sector got together for a team meeting and laid out a game plan. Somehow, this game plan involved a girl in our group dressing up as a giant Christmas stocking and I was to dress up like Santa. I don't know how this came about, but apparently it was written in stone. To be honest, I really didn't have a problem with being Santa. I just misspelled Santa when I was typing that sentence and I never realized how close to Satan it is. I have never dressed as Santa before and I figured that it is something that I needed to do before I die.
So a friend of mine in the office, the girl dressing as a stocking, picked me up a Santa suit and I was on my way to becoming St. Nick. This last Monday night I took the suit home with me to try it on. Once fully engulfed in Santa gear, my roommate decided it would be a good time to go out for a cigarette. SO I went out as Santa. There I am standing on a major road in Chicago outside my apartment wearing a Santa suit, smoking a Camel Wide Light. Ho ho ho. There were people walking down the sidewalk that were high-fiving me, patting me on the back, and asking me why I was out so early. Then the lady from the palm reading place spotted me and came running down the street. "Santa, Santa, you have to do me a big favor. Can you come and talk to my kids?" My first response was no. Who the hell am I? I just put this suit on five minutes ago. I don't know how to be Santa. But what the hell, it will make a good blog post since I have been slacking. My response to the palm reader went as follows, handing my smoke to my roommate, "I have to warn you, Santa has had a couple egg nogs."
The next thing I know I am standing in the middle of a complete strangers living room. There were about a dozen people in the room ranging from the age of mid 40's to 2 years old. The kids were really the only ones excited to see me. But I knew that I was safe because no one is going to kill Santa in front of their kids. The kids were all coming up to me and telling me what they wanted for Christmas. I haven't even heard most of this shit before. But I nodded and asked them if they were good. That's when the age of technology came in to play. I was starring in a video taken on a cellphone with one of the guys that was most likely in his mid twenties. He asked me what he was getting for Christmas and since I saw him smoking outside, I told him that I was bringing him cartons of Marlboro Reds. If you see this video at any time or on youtube or something. Let me know. I am interested to see how it turns out. I quickly excused myself after about 15 minutes and headed out. The little boy who was the youngest in the room ran to the window as I left and waved goodbye. I do actually hope that I made those kids night.
So that is the main part of the story. Well at least that is the part that is the most interesting. I dressed as Santa at work on Wednesday and we ended up winning our office competition. We will be leaving today at noon to head to a new "Irish Bar" here downtown for lunch and a few drinks. I say "Irish Bar" because a lot of places in Chicago claim to be an Irish bar or pub and they are nothing but a yuppie bar with an Irish flag waving.
So Ho ho ho and Merry Christmas to everyone. And if you ever are in Chicago and you want a free palm reading, let me know me because I have the hook-up.
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