The slowest f***ing week on campus. The week before the long Christmas break. The buildings are tombs. The week just drags on and on. The campus became kind of a lonely place. You are so use to it being busy with kids walking to and from class. Now you hardly see anyone. You can hear a pin drop. It’s only the straggler’s left. The campus is dead. Once the students flee, the faculty slowly begin to vanish. Before you know it most of the academic offices are vacant. I try to enjoy this quiet time, but all the while I am anticipating my holiday. It feels like f***ing Friday is a million miles away. Somehow I managed to keep myself somewhat busy. Just space things out a little. It seems I was not alone in doing this either. I talked to a few people that only had 2 things left to do during the day and they were being spaced out. One before lunch, the other after lunch. And you can only look at the internet for so long before you begin to lose it. But hey! At least I have people sending me pictures from faraway f***ing lands. I can live vicariously through them.
Ashely, one of my favorites, decided to leave us. Wednesday was her last day so I found an excuse to go visit and wish her well. She has been working here just as long as I have so it’s kind of a sad moment. I always liked our visits because they mostly consisted of laughter. We lived down the street from each other before Bekah and I became homeowners so we always traded comical neighborhood stories. See, we had college kids, crackheads, and just crazy people commute down our street. She once had a naked lady sitting on the curb across from her house. No joke. Me: “So Ashely, what kind of crazy s*** have you witnessed since we last talked?” & vice versa. Most recently almost all conversation was her desire for alcohol consumption. You see, she has been with child. That is a long stint without a drink for someone that really likes to consume the drink. It was always “I really need a drink.” “We are going to f***ing Fredericksburg and everyone is going to be drinking but me!” “How can I do fantasy football this year without a drink?” “This baby better come out before Thanksgiving because I will really need a drink.” I mean, you were the one that got pregnant. I know this makes her sound like she has a problem but it was mostly just joking around. She never said it in a serious manner. And since popping out the child, she has had a drink. On one occasion, a little too many which led to vomitus results. I said take baby steps, you can’t just rush right back to your old ways. Your tolerance is gone. It will be hard to replace her I’m afraid. But I get why she is leaving. When a better offer is thrown on your doorstep, you do take it. I’m sure I’ll see her out and about.
The Llama’s replacement started last week. What a week to start a job. Nothing to do. Probably reconsidering. She seems like an alright person. Heck, almost anyone would be an improvement over that lazy sack of s*** Llama. That guy. Have to wonder how his new job is going. I mean, they probably expect him to actually work and that was one thing he did not like to do. He liked to sit on his fat a** and surf the web all the while picking his nose with one hand & munching down on food with the other. Such a loud eater at that. CHOMP! CHOMP! CHOMP! He is going to break a tooth if he doesn’t change his ways. I have the decency not go into details, but our plumbing has to have sighed sweet relief. I’m so glad I don’t have to hear his bulls*** anymore. He certainly won’t be f***ing forgotten. He literally left his mark. Llama’s replacement at least smiles and laughs. That alone is a huge improvement.
Thursday night was Bekah’s company Christmas party. Same place it was at last year. Napolis. It was a fine experience last year. This year…. Not so much. Party starts at 6. We arrive just before 6:30. Some people had already made orders. This year they had the liquor license so I order a scotch. Last year it was BYOB which was rather nice because the booze wasn’t included and therefore wasn’t free like the food. We sit down and the menu is rather expansive compared to last year. I’m sticking with lasagna. It was good last year. I see a table getting chicken Alfredo and think I might change my mind but Bekah says that’s what she is getting so I can stick with lasagna and sample hers. Waitress arrives at our table. It seems there was a misunderstanding. We actually can only choose from 3 items. They gave our party the wrong menu. Although every other table was able to order from the other menu, our table was limited to 3 items. How the f*** do you serve half the party from one menu and limit the other half of the party. If you make that kind of screw up you just eat your losses. But NO!!! These people make us order either lasagna, ravioli, or chicken parmigiana. Sorry Bekah, that delicious Alfredo that half the party is enjoying is off limits. And our waitress tells us we can’t even have a salad. You have to be kidding me. Well guess what? She must have been kidding because I start to see salads going to other tables. WTF!! Even with the fact the food was paid for I was not happy. I wanted a f***ing salad. The lasagna arrived and was tasty as I remember it, but the chicken parmigiana and spaghetti that Bekah ordered were both cold and bland as f***. So was everyone else’s that ordered that. It also turns out that on top of a salad we were supposed to be getting a desert menu that never arrived. The doctor that paid for the party was pissed. She had some words to say to the manager. It didn’t matter at this point though because it was already a colossal f*** up. And then came my drink ticket. 42 bucks for 4 drinks!!! You got to be joking. This is a f***ing joke, right? Nope. That the legit price. I reluctantly gave the waitress cash only to never see my change or that waitress again. It’s like she skipped town. I was SO ready to get the hell out of that place I didn’t care about the 3 dollars change. What an embarrassment. I sure hope it was an off night. I feel I could have used the F bomb more in this bloated paragraph but I used as much restraint at I possibly could. I feel better now. Needed to vent. F***!!!!
Friday the f***ing anticipation for the long break was almost palpable. Eight hours of work left and sixteen days of vacation right around the corner. There was nothing going on. What people did remain on campus were mostly twiddling their thumbs counting down the time and trying not to look at the clock. I had nothing to do. So what did I do to pass my time? I went around the campus and handed out candy canes to the few remaining people that I could find all the while wearing a Santa hat. Why not be festive for the holidays. It was actually rather fun and I’m sure I looked like a total dork. I got some compliments on the hat and people seemed to think it was a kind gesture. Why not make the few remaining people on campus smile. What leftover candy canes that I had we to the ladies in Purchasing at the end of the day. I talked with them for a good 30 min. That office is such a friendly place now.
The week also marked an addition to our family. My little brother & his wife had their second little boy! Patrick! I have a new nephew!! He is adorable and I can’t wait to meet him. I am so happy for them. Talk about a Christmas present. I can’t wait to spoil him rotten.
3:40 arrives and I’m done with this year. I left at 4. I went and grabbed a drink. Had to go say goodbye to a friend moving to California. Chances are I won’t see her again in this life time. Whose to say. And now I’m here at home blogging from my phone cooking what will be a teriyaki dish and having a cocktail that you will read about down the line. I’m in my house alone for the first f***ing time in what feels like a very long time. Music is playing. I know I’ll be bored later. But this is kind of nice.
This could be the last blog until I return to work on the week of January the 6th. If so, have a very Merry f***ing Christmas & a Happy f***ing New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jalapeño….
I figured I should at least cook for the kids one night while they were in. Also saving money. It was good cold soup weather and what’s better than tortilla soup. They sure did scarf it down. You all will be proud of me. I made a batch that wasn’t too hot!
Pizza from Lily’s again. The youngest was wanting some more ever since eating it the Friday before. Grant his wish on their final evening with us. Once again, I was impressed. We tried a supreme this time and I was a happy camper.
So you remember my kitchen screw up from the week before? My carb free steak enchilada? I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to get that right. So this time I made my own marinade for the steak. I mixed beer, Worcestershire, black pepper, seasoning from hell, salt & garlic. Let it sit for 5 hours. I grilled the steak to get a nice char. After that was accomplished I added the steak to a skillet with some red enchilada sauce and let it cook down and get a nice think coating on it. It was AMAZING! Top that with some onion, jalapeño, cilantro, avocado, cheese & a sunny side up egg and you have yourself on heck of a meal.
The only thing good about Bekah’s Christmas party was this f***ing lasagna.
I was on my own Friday so I just used what I could find in the fridge and made a spicy teriyaki chicken stir-fry. Emphasis on the spice. It was hot! Loved it!
Cocktail of the Week: I have no f***ing idea. It’s white rum, lime juice, pineapple juice & grenadine. It’s pretty f***ing fantastic. So how many times did I say f*** in this f***ing blog?
En Fuego 
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