Sin City

#1
What is it about snow that makes the average human being panic like the four horsemen just showed up at your door?

So I'm staring outside the window near my cube when I get a phone call. Ah it's my friend (and soon to be roomate). So it looks like day care contacted him and told him there was a high probability that they will be closing for the day.

And that he couldn't get his son.

Yep yep yep...Uncle Sin to the rescue. So what is it about snow people? I live in the Washington DC area. I've been here oh let's see over two years? Yeah. Now my knowledge of history is pretty shallow but I do distinctly remember this area was settle somewhere in the late 1600s. Now in case I missed reading about a catastrophic weather alteration in the past four centuries the people here have had 400 freaking years to figure out - HEY! it snows here!

So what am I getting at? I used to live in Pennsylvania. It snowed a hell of a lot more there than here. And I very much remember standing outside, with 5 layers of nuclear thermal insulated clothing with snow up to me knees with a 35 mph wind smashing my face.....waiting for the frigging school bus that always came on time.

And people in DC close schools and businesses with a 4 in accumulation.

Huh? Now you know why this town is the hub of the United States Government.

I digress. Point is this area knows it snows here. How come it can't prepare for a light dusting of the white stuff? The politicians here smoke more cocaine than it snows so how come they can't deal with 4 damn inches huh? I've already showed up to work 3 times this winter to find 90% of the office gone. Disappeared like the box of donuts in Homer's frig. Now you know why nothing ever gets done around this town. Schools close, businesses don't open, mass prayers at your local church, neophytes invoking the powers of the shamanistic Gods to banish the evil white flakes of doom.....

Man, some people just worry to damn much.

Hi my name is Sin. And I work in the true Sin City - Washington DC
 
#2
Snow Day

Hello, IRC. First time caller, long time listener.......

So I'm your typical dude with problems. And having read various threads on this board for many weeks now I decided you know? This place is pretty good for dealing with problems. It's good for the soul. Not that I really expect anyone to read this and frankly if no one does I don't care. I feel good posting it for myself :) One particular thread really spoke to me and I actually got brave enough to send an email. The person helped me deal with something that's been bugging me for almost two years. I hope she knows she made a difference to one strangers life.

*Lifts his glass* Here's to wishing all the worlds joy and laughter to you dear. You deserve it.

Ok enough of the cheesy intro. Like I mentioned earlier, it's snowing here. It looks like we're losing people already. All the parents are leaving to get kids out of school and daycare. Which leaves me with the office hottie *growl*. You know , I'm no Dr. Phil but the office Hottie hence forth known as Sweetpea really baffles me. We've known each other almost two years now I guess. She started in this company about oh...6-7 months after me.

Every office has one of these. You know office hottie. She's the one beautiful woman (always just one) in the office that all the guys drool over but can't ever have. It's evil I tell you. I swear they're usually sent by God herself (It's a she I tell ya - more at a later date on this issue) to the office just to punish us. They're all the same come on. Tall, skinny, big breats, long legs, squeaky laugh, milky white thighs....luscious lips.....smooth skin.....deep...deep penetrating eyes....

Mmmm...Sweetpea *DROOL*

Sorry. I um was just hehe....nevermind. As I was saying yeah so she and I are "office friends". These are the friends that you are very good friends with in the office but once you clock out the two of you become total strangers. But oh this one; she's got everyone wrapped around her little fingers.

Just one problem your Honor - She's married.

%^&%ing &itch $#$damn I swear

Ok she's actually separated. I think. Well I don't think its an official separation but she's been living with a roommate for months now. So she and I have been subconsciouly been moving past the office friends stage towards something else. We've done lunch, skipped out on work, yada yada and we have this thing where we leave early on Fridays and catch a late afternoon movie. Usually we pick a good movie we both wanna see that is releasing on a Friday. Now the thing I like about her is we have the same taste in movies. We get pretty flirtatous when we go out together. Of course I could be reading her all wrong but brother-man ain't that clueless.

So I'm currently sitting here pondering this situation. You know, beyond the attraction I really like this gal. She's rather high maintenance (ya ya shoot me but it's true) but overall she's a good gal with her head on relatively straight and has a good heart. You know girlfriend material. I've been using the excuse that she's married. Ok that's not really an excuse but a flat out GOOD DAMN REASON to stay away.

Oh did I mention her husband is a marine?

Thats GOOD DAMN REASON #2.

But I'm breaking. Slowly but surely I'm loosing my grip of sanity on this issue. It's more than just a moral issue, I won't go out with a married woman (again - oh long story I'll tell ya sometime when I'm dead drunk). It's more than the fact we're friends now and her husband can kill me in 16 different ways. Whatever I'll counter with the "Glow" anyways....but that I can't see me trying to make anything happen with a woman that's still remotely attached.

It's that dreaded fork in the road. Do I go down the rosy path leading to "Friendsville"? Or try the more treacherous path towards "Loverland"?

Why can't I just find a stable woman huh? Why am I always attracted to the challenges? I need Dr. Phil to whip my ass into shape.

Sin
 
#3
Supposedly...American Idol

My Supervisor yelled at me today.

He thought I skipped work yesterday. I almost told him to check this message board and the dates of my previous post as alibi. I don't get it. He sits in an office one floor above me. I am lucky to see him twice a week. Apparently some people were looking for me when I went out to lunch and said something to the Supe. Therefore if I wasn't there the exact moment I was being looked for....I must have skipped work right? Gahhhhhhh! No one left me a message. I got back from lunch and worked straight through till I left and nooooo not one person decided to come look for me again. Now I look like a slacker. Ok I am a slacker but there's no need to give the perception of one :)

So anyways, I am moving in 3 weeks. I hate moving. I hate packing. God I just hate the whole process. Last night I packed 11 boxes. And my living rooms looks the same. You know I have to stop buying so much crap. And I wonder where my money goes....

Oops back. Sweetpea came by. We were discussing movie plans again and I mentioned dinner afterwards. She's gonna think about it. Great, now I gotta sweat for her answer. Grrr. I know I am making a big mistake too. Why do I get involved with women who are already taken? I swear my friends say it's a complex I have. There is something so forbidden and taboo about it that well, I just HAVE to do it. I am a very competitive and challenging guy so they say I simply enjoy the chase.

I hate it when friends are right.

I'm no player but I enjoy the chase very much. Now before you go judging me I don't pick out women and just started to play the game. It's only when I meet a women that I really like that I will persue the hell out of her.

My friend was over last night and watched American Idol. I almost threw him out. We comprimised by him watching American Idol, and I subjecting her to Undercover Brother.

I think it was a push: There's no winners here.

That reminds me.....

All insults aside, but isn't American Idol a bit too subjective? I noticed that all the on the spot auditions were with people singing acapella. No other music whatsoever. Now bear with me on this. It seems to me, the three judge's definition of "good singing" range somewhere amongst Whitney Houston, Mariah Carey, and Brian McKnight. Meaning it you can't go up and down the octaves and singing sappy slow love songs you aren't gonna make it. Where would an Axl Rose or Brian Adams rank with the judges? How about Shania Twain or Avril Lavigne? Those four artists are damn good at what they do. But they don't do American Idol. I know I am not making much sense but it's hard for me to explain my view on this.

It's like this. The contestants are highly homogenized. You have the same cookie cutter type singers. But why is that? Think Bruce Springsteens raspy voice would have gotten him through the first cut? Nope. What they are really doing is searching for the next one hit pop wonder. They are looking for someone to sing some cheesy manufactured bubblegum pop song. That's it. And if that's the case that's ok. It's their show. I don't have one problem with that. But please don't represent yourself as some sort of all-world talent search. You are not that.

Sin
 
#4
Capital Hill

Just a story I wanted to share with you.

This is why I hate this town and why a good woman is hard to find in the bastion of democracy.

So after work last night I went to a bar with some co-workers down by Capital Hill or otherwise known as...

Snobville.

Look I'm a down home Texas boy ya know? That's where I lived prior to bagging it up north. I had no preconceived notions about DC but oh dear did I learn quick. So anyways I was in this bar, having a few drinks, watching my buddy try and teach this girl how to play pool (which has to be the all time cliche flirt move), and in walks this girl. Drop dead gorgeous with long legs. Have I ever mentioned I'm a leg man? Hmm no? Well I am :)

So she walks over and starts talking to a friend already at a table. I overhear and detect a southern twang. Oh ya southern chick. My cup of tea baby. She's just about 5 feet away and we make eye contact. I smile and ask how she's doing. She smiles back and says fine, yada yada....who knows I'm already zoning out and checking her out.

I am such a pig.

See I wear sunglasses all the time. Prescription sunglasses that is. I got poked in the eye playing football once and I had problems with bright lights in that eye for awhile so the docs suggested sunglasses. I have gotten so used to it I wear them indoors. They aren't jet black but more like rose colored :). So I'm carrying on this small talk, eyes wandering behind the sunglasses, when her friends gets up and says she's going to the dartboard. Now this girl who I will call....Hmmm....BamaGirl (I learned she's from Alabama). So BamaGirl invites me over. I can see my buddies giving me the exagerated thumbs up sign. Punks. Always trying to embarass me. Remind me again why they are my friends?

So we play darts. I am suck. I really suck. But that's ok the girls are laughing. So the one girl leaves to go for a drink leaving me and BamaGirl all alone. We talk and talk....she's a nice gal I'm thinking. Smart, sexy, funny, sexy, and all that ya know? And I'm thinking Sin ole boy don't screw this up! Ask her out and seal the deal big daddy. So as I was about throw another dart she blurts out:

"So what Congressman do you work for?"

Huh?

Did I just hear that?

I literally shake my head in this bewildered look and ask her, "what did you say?"

She repeated the question. Ah fuck. I mean come on, here I was, in a bar, it's snowing outside, good chick here and I'm thinking it's going well and she says that. So I tell her I don't work on the Hill. 5 bucks as to what happens next? Anyone? Come on take the bet. It's easy!

She says, "Oh, well um sorry. I'm going to check on, Ali."

I follow her out after 30 seconds and they are getting their coats on. Says they gotta go since the snow is going to make traffic bad. I said take care as they rushed away leaving me to choke on their dusts. So I go home to pack.

I hate Snobville. I hate this town.

Another day, another adventure in the true Sin City - Washington DC

Sin
 
#5
No seriously, it's true. Would I lie?

A few people have emailed asking if my real name is Sin.

Yep it's Sin alright. And before you even start I've heard all the jokes about a millions times already. But hey, just to have you know my name has been quite the icebreaker with the ladies over the years so the jokes on you buddy! I do try and make the best of my name.

Does it help my case any to know I am asian? HKB darling. That stands for Hong Kong Born where MIT is Made in Taiwan and ABC is American Born Chinese.

You didn't know we chinese had labels for each other did ya? :)

Sides, when you tell a lady you just met your name is Sin that name will be emblazened in her pretty head forever. Look if someone came up to me and said, "Hi, my name is dipshit," there is no way on God's green Earth you will forget her name. Of course, the name Sin not only attracts jokes but interesting comebacks.

"Oh really? Think I'll get a chance to experience some later"

Yada Yada. I'm proud of my name :)

Oh and to answer one email I got.......Yes, I do have a sign outside my door that reads The House of Sin.
 
#6
Cubicles are the absolutely worst invention of mankind. Who thought of this idea? Hey, create this cost effection office management allowing people to sit bunched together and talk loudly across each other?

Our groups secretary sits 2 cubes down from me. And right now I want to gag her. I can't stand how much she talks on the phone. ANd of course its all personal stuff ya know. She is loud. LOUD. Fucking LOUD as hell. She has no shame. She'll talk about anything in her life. I know more about her personal life than her family.

It's so fucking rude. I have spoken up. Ignored. Told the Supe. Doesn't do anything. Everyone else fucking hates her. We all have headphones now to shut her blabbering out. Thank god for sports radio. She is so damn annoying it pisses me off to the point I have to get up and walk out to the hall and cool down.

What's up with these people? Don't they have a clue? I mean come on she knows she is being a pain in the ass. I don't need to hear about how some guy she went out with last night dumped her at the club and that her girlfriends were being all mean to her....you go girl!

Um wait no I mean just shut up already! I can hear her through my headphones right now. She juggles 6 guys, 2 kids, and a million problems. We are all moving to another part of the building and I pray to god she gets a clue because where she is going they won't put up with that crap. She'll get yelled and let go in a heartbeat.

I wish she would just shut up already. I'm going to take a walk. I can see the other people around me rolling their eyes.

Sin
 
#7
Return

I've been gone a week on travel. 6 days in Jacksonville Florida. Cool huh? Nope. Not by a longshot. I spent 10 hours a day at least working =(

Look I'm not egotistical enough to think as a junior engineer that I am super duper important to the company but...back at work today I wonder why the suff they leave for me doesn't get done. I mean there HAS to be someone else in this four story building that could remotely handle my tasking while I was gone. This isn't hard work either.

Hey, technical work I can understand, but where does it say that you have to wait for Sin to return to call the copier guy to come down and fix the color copier? That one really ticked me off today. I mean good god I'm not asking you to save the titanic. I am asking you to call the front desk and schedule an appointment with the repairman. That's all I did. And now we have to wait another day to get this worked on.

I am surrounded by tools.

That is all for now. Need to work on all this backlog of crap.

One note and I'll make this a short one. I am sadden like so many about the crew of the shuttle Columbia. I hope this town doesn't make this tragedy into a politic firestorm. Unfortunately I know it will. But I pray they don't screw up this opportunity to reevaluate government spending in this town. You cannot continue to expect 10 dollars worth of output by putting in 50 cents of input. What happened may have been the product of unforseen, unpredictable or even unfixable circumstances. The point is if you are going to have a space program, you cannot half ass it. You have to go all the way. And please please don't sully their legacy with political bullshit.
 
#8
And oh God? For the love of all that is holy and right in your green earth how fucking hard is it to give Gypsy a damn break huh? I think she's earned a break don't you think? No seriously, what more does a person have to do to get a little help around here? I think of all the people I know she is the first in line for some holy lovin. Get to it, she's running out of time.
 
#9
Mmm....Wings

I love buffalo wings. Whoever thought to combine fried chicken wings with hot sauce in my humble opinion deserves a place next to Newton and Da Vinci. Furthermore whoever suggested they dip buffalo wings into blue cheese dressing needs his own wing the Smithsonian. Really. It's simply one of man's greatest inventions. I do mean man. Only a man would come up with such a delicious appetizer to perfectly complement an ice cool beer for watching select sporting events. Wait come to think of it Wings AND beer are man's greatest inventions. Hmm no too all encompassing. There's pizza and beer, meatballs and beer, burgers and beer, beer and more beer, the beer combination is endless. It's disqualified.

I mean just a quick thought but here are man's greatest inventions.

Sports Bra
Buffalo Wings
Monday Night Football
Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue
Monster Truck Rallies
Nintendo (and subsequent gaming platforms)
Remote Control
Mini-keg
Imported Beer
Breasts Implants
The Simpsons
Strip Clubs
Wet T-Shirt Contests
The Spice Channel
Wide Mouth Can


I am such a male pig. This pleases me. I have been to the top of the mountain. And it is good.
 
#10
I'm back

Hmm wowser like 5 months since I've been here. Well I work for a company that does subcontracting work (military) for the government. When I last posted, they put up a nasty firewall that blocks most of the damn world wide web.

Around the office we commonly call that day Black Thursday. How dare they cut off my ESPN.com, my porn um I mean weather sites, and my IRC? Ah ha but after 5 months of bitching, moaning, slashing tires, and blackmail we were able to regain our internet access. Hooray! Now I can really goof off again!

That's about it for now. You know how long it takes to read all of the posts by Gypsy that I've missed? =) She's still the best and I miss her the most since I couldn't log on. Only author that can make me laugh, cry, and smile at the end of the day. I wish I could help you because you've helped me in the past. Chin up, darling.
 
#11
Office Hottie

I now live with my 2 married friends and their son. He's a little 2 year old brat that I outta....*shakes fists*. Mmm I have always been great with kids. I am actually quite proud of that factoid. But oh boy this little one kills me. It's an interesting dynamic. My friends are going through a rough time financially at this moment and I do all I can to help them out. One of the things I do is babysit. A lot. Gets tiresome but....at least it hasn't cramped my style too much.

Anyways I get to spend a good part of my hometime with this little runt every week. Now I certainly don't expect him to see me as the daddy figure but I can't help but question my ability to be a parent or just an authority figure to him. He's basically a well behaved kid but it just makes me wonder if all my "skills" and moral set of parenting beliefs are just full of horse shit. I think overall I do a very good job in being a guardian/role model for him despite some rough moments. I just wonder if what this means when I become a parent.

Office Hottie and I never got it on. I dropped the bomb on her a few months ago and well...it was horrible. We are still friends but as time goes on we drift farther away. She *tries* to be friendly but right now even though it's been months I feel a bit used by her. I won't go into the details but ya know, sometimes hearing the truth really sucks ass. I know she still feels guilty leading me as much when she knew it wasn't serious. I find myself unable to gather the same amount of respect I felt for her before all of this happen. There is just something missing now...as it should be I guess. The difficult aspect of this situation involves our working relationship. We interact almost daily causing much stress those first few weeks.

Man I need a woman. Stat!
 
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