Manic Monday with One More Hour to go

First things first…UW is in the tourney! Even though we beat Cal twice this season, they somehow received a higher seed than us. Either way, Huskies start off this Thursday against Marquette a very good team but they are beatable. So productivity across the nation will plummet in the next week. Our office will obviously take a $10 buy-in pool to crown the NCAA champion of 2010. I never do good in these type of things but I still find it fun to do.

I do have to confess that I did participate in an “Operation Repo” marathon on truTV this weekend. I hate to say it but I love that show. To anyone who doesn’t know what the show is about, it is a repossession company in the L.A. area who encounter some whackos, people in major denial, or not right mentally. I have seen them repo planes, ice cream trucks, go-karts, canoes, U-Haul trucks, Segways, RV’s, motorcycles, and of course cars. My favorite one is trying to get a Ford Explorer, the team shows up and sees it on cinder blocks with major front damage. The guy comes out a little drunk and admits that he got in a wreck and started to sell parts off of the car. He tried to justify missing the payments because since he couldn’t drive it, he shouldn’t have to make payments. When they drove away, he made it seem like they were driving off with his treasure chest or 401k.

And Mondays like today start off so good. I am starting to drive and park at a certain bus stop so I can have 3 buses to get home. While driving there today the garbage truck decided to block the road for about 2-3 minutes. After finally getting thru, I see the bus has already passed by. Then getting to my floor, first thing is to pick up my WSJ…it’s not there. I asked the receptionist and asks “…you have a paper delivered here?” Yes I only pick it up everyday right in front of you. I figured that another guy named Jim took mine so I figured I would just take his if that was the mistake. Then a guy waiting in the lobby area became generous and offered to give me his, I said that’s ok I will have this one. He insisted again so I asked “where did you get that one?”, in which he replied “I took one off of the counter there.” I looked at the corner where the name would be and there it was, my copy. Now if there was just one copy of the paper there I would more than likely understand but there was 4 sitting there in a row. There is a big white tag right on the front page in the corner with the delivery address and who it goes to. At least I can give him props for speaking up and admitting that he took it, easily forgivable and not that big of a deal. Just love the feeling for paying for an un-opened paper, I didn’t get that feeling today.