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8:05 In The Morning (Buh-DUM Buh-DUM)
Apr. 16th, 2007 08:05 amSee, let me tell you about my day. Day, how can you have a day, Dex? It's only 8:05 in the morning. There needs to be the Trump and the Call for your to be awake at 8:05 in the morning, much less wearing pants and not looking like a catalog of 'male hair styles of the 1970s', you say.
Fuck you guys, really. That was uncalled for.
Anyhow, my day started with a conference call at 6am. Here's how this works. Because we are working on a bid between the regions of Europe/Middle East, the Americas, and AsPac (Asia Pacific, as opposed to the new fetish video game classic, AssPac-Man), the only time we can synch up time zones involves the stupidly early in the morning time range. So, groggy and sleep deprived, I get subjected to a medley of accents, including Australian (West Sydney to be specific, like Seraph's accent before she traded it for a Midwestern one), Scottish (and not funny Billy Connelly Scots. I mean full on sheep punching and oatmeal fucking Scots), Hong Kong (which sounds like a Londoner who's been grabbed by the nuts), Hampshirian-shiran-shustersurian, whatever. English, and best of all, transposed Brooklyn in Long Island.
I still have no clue what anyone said at any point.
More importantly, guess who insommnia kept up until 4am? On the plus side, I have a tremendous amount of work to do. Wait, lemme just reread-- fuck...
I demand sympathy, words of encouragement, hardcore pornography, a case of RedBull, and recommendations on where to buy amphethemines in Toronto these days.
Fuck you guys, really. That was uncalled for.
Anyhow, my day started with a conference call at 6am. Here's how this works. Because we are working on a bid between the regions of Europe/Middle East, the Americas, and AsPac (Asia Pacific, as opposed to the new fetish video game classic, AssPac-Man), the only time we can synch up time zones involves the stupidly early in the morning time range. So, groggy and sleep deprived, I get subjected to a medley of accents, including Australian (West Sydney to be specific, like Seraph's accent before she traded it for a Midwestern one), Scottish (and not funny Billy Connelly Scots. I mean full on sheep punching and oatmeal fucking Scots), Hong Kong (which sounds like a Londoner who's been grabbed by the nuts), Hampshirian-shiran-shustersurian, whatever. English, and best of all, transposed Brooklyn in Long Island.
I still have no clue what anyone said at any point.
More importantly, guess who insommnia kept up until 4am? On the plus side, I have a tremendous amount of work to do. Wait, lemme just reread-- fuck...
I demand sympathy, words of encouragement, hardcore pornography, a case of RedBull, and recommendations on where to buy amphethemines in Toronto these days.
