It's All Goodnow……

22 oz urinals, taxes….

It was lunch time today.  I left to get a salad at 12:15.  Lovely weather.  As soon as I purchased my salad for $8.03 (they charge the 3 cents.  If I don’t take 3 pennies with me, I have to walk around with 97 cents in my pocket all day.  It is an annoyance)  I decided to sit outside.  There is a building on 40th and Park with a fountain and lots of places to sit.  I walked up some stairs and pass a homeless man, I walked by the fountain where a group of co-workers are eating together, and finally I found a sunny spot to sit and enjoy my lunch.  Albeit, I was sitting near some French guy who was on his cell phone, but it was better than being inside. 

I finished up my lunch (well, only half of it.  I’m trying to space out meals, so I ate half of my salad outside and then the other half when I got back to my desk.  That information is inconsequential to the story) and I begin walking back toward my office.  Back up the stairs, past the fountain where the co-workers once sat, and finally I began to approach the homeless man.   His back is to me and I don’t think much of him  (there was nothing that stood out when I saw him the first time) and as I began to walk by him I see one of his hands with a 22 oz. Budweiser can.  My first thought is: Alright, cool.  Dude is having a mid day cocktail.  I can appreciate that.  Get a buzz on and take a little nap.  It happens.  Well, then I saw his other hand……Is that his penis?   And is he urinating into said 22 oz. Budweiser CAN.  (I hope he had good aim because those edges are sharp)  I did a double take and……….yep, that is his penis and he is urinating into the can.   If you gotta go…… 

He must have really had to pee because there are plenty of public restrooms all over that part of town.  I mean, Grand Central is a one minute walk away.  You can see it from where he was sitting.   There were hundreds of people who could see this man.  I felt a real sense of pity for him.   What has to happen in your life to get the point where you just say “Fuck it, I’m taking a piss in this can, right here.  I don’t care who sees me and the consequences mean absolutely nothing. ” 

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So I saw what my cut of the annual bonus will be:

Andrew 53%.  US government 47%. 

Glad to see the government did so much for me this year that I should pay so much money.  All that public assistance I take.  All of the programs I take advantage of.  Like…..ummm….walking on the streets?  Paying $89 a month for my public transportation?  Putting my kids in school?  All of the full time work I do? 

(I am happy to have a police department and a fire department.  As flawed as they can be……  i.e. arresting people at the end of a shift to get overtime)

My question becomes this:  I pay my own health insurance.  I save for my own retirement.  I make my own money.   What the hell am I getting back?  A military that is fighting the wrong wars?  (I firmly believe that we should be defending our own country, on our own soil before going into other nations to fix their problems.  We have plenty of problems that need to be fixed here.  Would you walk down the street in Watts after dark?  I’m more worried about the terrorists that are ALREADY in this country than I am of the ones in Iraq)  A welfare system that is teaching people dependence rather than self-reliance?  A medicare system the is defrauded of BILLIONS of dollars a year?

Makes you wonder….

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Decided to run the Brooklyn half-marathon too.  This is the year I run a marathon.  It is decided.  Running Brooklyn will be good practice.  If I do not get into the NYC marathon, I’ll find one in October.  Gotta get that off the bucket list.

I have not mentioned this lately, but only one night of drinking in the last 67 days.    I’m not sure if any of you have met me, but that is a true excercise in self-control on my part. 

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Thinking of getting the blog its own website.  Anyone think that’s a good idea?

Have you seen my printer?

Walked to work without a coat for the first time this year.   It is a beautiful day.  (alright, not all the way to work, but to the subway)

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There were police stationed at the subway on 68th St. today.  As they are standing around watching people come and go, the guy giving out the free newspapers is engaging all of them in long winded conversation.  I know this because I had to get a new Metrocard and had to listen to his ranting for 40 seconds.   

What I wanted to say to free newspaper handout guy:  Shut the fuck up!!!  Let these people do their job.  Stop distracting them.  Their job is hard enough without you talking about how “everyone thinks New Yorkers are crazy”  Well buddy, you sure help dis spell that myth….   How about you hand me a fucking newspaper and we can all get on with our day. 

What I said: (To police officer)  Good luck and have a great day.

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All things considered I feel good today.  Sore from the run, but good.  Not half as tired as I thought I would be.  Might have to do with me falling asleep before midnight. 

Let’s put it this way- I feel better today than I do the day after marathon drinking sessions while watching football from 1 pm – midnight on Sundays.

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I will be spending the next couple of hours inputting all of my work activities for the last month into an internal system that tracks our client interaction.  Can  you say big brother? 

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They took my printer away today.  Everyone in my office now has to use shared copiers and printers.   An expense initiative no doubt.  On the bright side, my desk has more space.  Downside……..the company can now monitor EVERY single thing that I print from a remote location.   Did I mention the big brother thing?

I feel like Milton in Office Space:   Have you seen my printer?

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My company just acquired a huge international Life Insurance Company.  Might be a good opportunity to check out.  Sell some life insurance in Germany…..

Company stock is up today.  My 401 (k) is happy.

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Today, it will be 60 degrees in the city =  lunch outside.