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This morning I got on the commuter bus just behind one of the VP's from my company. He has historically been the typical executive and you corporate IT slave types understand exactly what I mean. I didn't think much of it other than I was running about 30 minutes later than usual because of my back... that is, until he gave me the stinkeye of recognition. How dare an underling come to work on exec hours?! I wonder if that punk ass would be stinkeye'n me if he knew the amount of overtime I put in. So yeah, the back thing has gotten worse. EL is all doped up on some codeine cocktail the dentist gave her and I've elected not to turn those into Flintstone chewable with hopes that the pain will subside as it works itself out. I believe it to be a pinched nerve because it is aggravated by certain precise position changes and movements of my spine, but what the fuck do I know. It may be a muscle or a baby alien growing inside me waiting to pop out at lunch. Riding the bumpy ass METRO to work didn't help my back at all. Riding the bumpy ass METRO to work probably didn't help my corpo-slave image either since I know without a doubt that the stinkeye exec will call my VP as soon as he gets settled into his oversized office and has ordered his underpaid assistant to fetch him coffee. Perception may not always be reality, but perception is always the truth. One cool thing about riding the bumpy ass METRO to work is it's entertainment value. It's always fun to watch people. A lot of people sleep and make weird sounds or drool. Some folks dress like rodeo clowns and talk to themselves... although you don't get much of that on the commuter routes. Today there was a business woman sitting across from me that was probably in her mid to late twenties dressed like a hooker. I wonder if I dressed like a hooker at work if I would get preferential treatment. EL packed my lunch today. I love it when she does that... I should go get one of those metal lunch pails with comic book heroes on it. Ha! Better yet, to work up some office controversy, I should get a Hello Kitty or Strawberry Shortcake lunch box. That's the ticket. This time next week peops will be flying into Houston for the wedding. So much to do and so little time to do it. I have to find a place in Austin that can do sushi for a Saturday morning pickup or delivery. I have to get the music in order... which should be easier than the sushi thing, but time consuming. Time is something I have little of these days. Oye! I think I'll start my caffeine binge off on the right foot this morning. I need an espresso machine at my desk... maybe one with an inline cooling mechanism so I can steam the shots into a tube that leads to my mouth after passing through this engineering marvel. It would be like an IV drip in the hospital... except we'll call this one the IT drip. Fitting, I think.