Creepy

Fortune cookie from today's lunchtime debacle:

I hope the lotto numbers on the backside are right too.

M's Hunger Strike

A grave injustice was cast upon M in the early hours of the morning, as he was ordered to stop harassing the receptionist and do some real work. Our Chinese takeout was scheduled for noon, but the lunchroom was short of paper plates. It was M's mission therefore to drive the company van a few blocks out to Walmart to pick up some Royal Chinet. That's right. Royal. I feel so haute monde.

Anyway. Unfortunately for M, it later emerged that the takeout joint had already supplied our requisite 11 plates complete with little plastic forks. His little field trip was a huge waste of time (not unlike his conversations).

So, like a 5 year old, M pouted through the lunch hour, refusing to touch his lunch. Most of his lunch hour was spent outside my office complaining about how much the company sucks, obviously fishing for sympathy. It fell on deaf ears. The Shanghai noodles I ordered especially for him went cold.

Christmas Party

For some reason, I've been put in charge of coordinating the office Christmas party this year. I'm at a bit of a loss because from what I've been told, it's scheduled for tomorrow. I found all this out during my lunch break today.

The "theme" for this year's party is "Chinese Takeout." I suspect my designation to the task is not coincidental.

Unfortunately for the 11 of us showing up, my budget is $120.00. The final bill works out to $113.88. The balance will be used for drinks.

Six Degrees

Somewhere along the line, the name Jon (John if you want to spell it wrong) Chan has evolved to become bland and generic. Okay, I admit it wasn't exciting to begin with but still... It's like the Asian equivalent of "John Smith." A name so common that it's not expected that anybody would actually be named that way by default. It's the kind of name that one would expect to use when checking into a sleazy motel (with hourly rates).

We met this guy on the way out of the Vietnamese restaurant last night:

He's not the first one I've encountered.