One of my problems is that I don’t do anything anymore. We rarely go out to eat, I don’t watch TV, I don’t interact with anyone, and my world is so tiny it could easily fit in the cupholder of a Toyota Matrix.
The most exciting thing to happen to me since I last updated:
On Sunday I went to the vending machine at work, to buy a bottle of iced tea, and put in $1.25. TWO bottles came out, which kicks ass. But wait! (Are you sitting down??) There’s more. While I was walking away I heard money dropping into the coin return. A buck fifty! So, I got two bottles of tea, and made 25 cents in the process.
Yes, the glow of that triumph didn’t begin to fade for several hours. I was walking on sunshine, bitches.
But I don’t really have anything to write about. That’s the issue. Of course, it’s never stopped me before… The good news? The latest book is coming along nicely. I’ve been working my ass off on that thing, and should have a full outline and 100 semi-polished pages completed by Labor Day. I had a couple of false-starts, which cost me some time, but I’m on track now.
And I think you guys are going to like this one. It’s VERY Surf Report, just better organized. Plus, the writing is more considered, and not just bashed-out on a coffee jag during the hour before I leave for work. I know better than to get overly excited, but I’m happy with the way it’s going.
A few co-workers from a previous job are trying to organize a reunion of sorts, for later this year. They want to get a bunch of us together, which would be fun. It’s a job — WEA Atlanta — that I actually liked. I’d love to go, but probably won’t.
I met Toney at that job, and got to work alongside record company executives, marketing people, and promotion folks. It was fairly wild, and always interesting. It was the most improbable chapter of my life, and sometimes I still can’t believe some of the shit I got to do.
Now all of us (with one or two rare exceptions) are out of the industry, doing other things. It would be great to see most them, and I might get whipped-up as the date approaches, and try to make it.
But I’d like to know if you’ve ever attended a reunion of people from a previous job? A bunch of folks from Peaches Records got drunk together a few years ago, in Greensboro, and it was really fun. But I don’t often hear of “job reunions.” This would be my second, which seems a bit strange.
What about you? Have you ever attended such a thing? I’m not really talking about one or two people, I mean a full-blown reunion of co-workers, from a certain era in the past. I know this is probably a longshot, but tell us about it if you have anything to share.
In fact, if you have ANY interesting reunion tales to tell — high school or whatever — please do so. I’m especially intrigued by the non-school ones, though. …Just give us what you got. Use the comments link below.
And I’ll see you guys again tomorrow.
Have a great day!
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The Qweezy Mark says
Hello Courtney must, must be taken to task !!!
Mike the ripper says
I could have been a contender…..
Eugene B Sims says
Like we all proposed for another Peaches #36 reunion, I’d gladly head north to Scranton if it were to actually happen!
David Iversen says
I second that!
Chuck in Belpre says
I never even attended company picnics. A reunion? Uh…no.
I get together with former coworkers all the time for happy hour. Being a teacher, even though you change schools, you still deal with the same BS. I’ve met up with groups from 3 different schools this summer. Always a fun time. Of course, we are always drinking at these get togethers.
If you go to your WEA shinding let me know.
I’ll send you a crate of my CDs to give other people so that they can throw them away.
My high school class had its 10 year reunion this past october. Fuck that, I’m not flying 1200 miles to drink crappy bee with people I’ve never liked. I got a report back from one of the few people I still communicate with about it.
They rented the K of C hall in Pine Prairie, LA (look it up on google, you’ll laugh). Sat around drinking Budweiser products talking about work. Oh, and nobody from farther than 50 miles out went. sounds like a blast. Too bad I missed it.
I did recently reunite with the band I was in. We met up in New Orleans and spent a few nights drinking Big-Ass-Beers, peeing on the street, and eating alligator hot dogs. Pretty cool stuff. Oh, I learned the basics of sword fighting on one of those nights. CONE OF STEEL!!!
i’ve never hear do of work reunions. Sounds terrible.
I’ve never even heard of
Nah, no reunions. Let’s see, first job I had was with 3 ancient attorneys, one of whom has already crossed over to that big courthouse in the sky. the next was an ad agency – everyine kinda scattered across the country. And my current job? there are only a very limited handful i would consider keeping in touch with. That is, until I crack open the first post-retirement bottle and all those useless thoughts are scattered.
Hell, I can barely tolerate family reunions.
I hear ya. Your family reunions are the worst.
Don’t even get me started! 1/2 of my family needs to check in to the Hoo Ha Hotel.
The Kuban says
The Hoo Ha Hotel = Great name for a porn flick. Just sayin’.
I used to hang out with a group of hooligans in high school and some 20 years later they decided that it would be cool to get together. By then I’d moved to Alabama. But I made the trip back to Texas and every single member of our riff-raff gang was there. It was a great time. We built a fire at the back of one guy’s pasture and drank beer like teenagers. It went on for three days. But eventually I had to admit that I had a job and a wife and three kids and it was time for me to return to the real world. I do know what I’ll be doing if I ever win the lottery – hanging out around a fire drinking beer with Squeeky, Dirt, Turtle, and the boys.
Sounds like the name of a cool band Ladies and Gentleman, Lice from the Felt Forum: “Squeeky, Dirt, Turtle and the Boys!” (the crowd goes wild!)
Good God LIVE – although I’m sure there was lice involved.
Way ahead of you madz. I already have it worked out: “Ladies and Gentleman, Jason, Squeeky, Dirt, Turtle, and The Banana Band!” The banana band is four or five guys dressed in banana suits who come out playing trumpets, drums, and maybe a keyboard.
Throw in a kazoo and I’m there!
Bill in WV says
I was gonna guess “Sqeeky, Dirt, Turtle and the Cheese Fuckers” live from Wembly.
Great idea Bill. I worry that there’s too many prudes out there though. Too many people wouldn’t appreciate a good cheese fucking. Go figure.
Jason…you know I’m a trumpet player. I’ve been told I look great in a banana suit. I guess I have the legs for it. Dunno? However if you want, I could just wear a cheese wheel and be fine too. A gig’s a gig and it’s all about the music with me. I’m an artist and a purist. I’ll be your trumpet player.
This is good news dto! Do you have any problem being obscure? That is, being part of the banana band (nobody knows your real name?)
I never tell anybody my real name any way. I usually tell everybody I meet my name is Larry.
Can I be the banana peel girl?
Would that be the peeler or the peelee?
Of course bikerchick!
Hey Bill in WV, don’t you mean “Turdle”? Lol. Obscure reference.
Man, those cashiers have some very nice smocks.
The guy in the white shirt by Line #7 pushing the kid in red looks like he is jonesing for an ice cold Rheingold.
My beer is Rheingold, the dry beer.
Root 66 says
The little boy in the plaid shirt looks like he’s about to “sample” some of that Brach’s candy!
I remember those floating Top Value elephants and always wanted one.
Root 66 says
It wasn’t technically a reunion, but one of my previous employers had an employee party at the water park next to the zoo. Very interesting (and not in a good way, either!) to see many of your co-workers in swimming attire! ICK!!
I’d rather scoop out my eyes with a rusty melonballer than hang out with former co-workers. Hell, I’d rather scoop out my eyes with a rusty melonballer than have to be around the people I currently work with. Making friends at work is great- and I have a few from past jobs- but it’s not why I’m there. And if the job was worth fondly reminiscing over, I’d still be there.
The 4th Stooge says
No, I went to my 10 year high school reunion, and it was like being back in the 70s or something. God-DAMN, if everyone (save 3 or 4 people) didn’t smoke. Not that I minded, but shit, quit asking me if I have any cigarettes! If I didn’t have them the first time you asked, go out to the damn lobby and pay the 2 bucks for your Pall Malls! I may go to the 20th–if only because there’s been NOTHING from my sister’s class (1988). They had something planned for the 10 year, but I think someone up and stole the money–or something sketchy like that, she never told us what went on.
As for a work reunion, fuck and NO. Anybody worth reuniting with is either dead or retired, and those that are left are precisely the very fuckers I wouldn’t want to even pass a fart with.
I have never been to a high school reunion, although my 40th is coming up in a few years. In college most of my friends were not from my class year, so kinda pointless.
I’ve never heard of a work reunion, but I would consider it for some of the jobs I’ve had. Not all.
I used meet the girls and one of the doc’s I worked with years ago for happy hour. But that went by the way side.. It was usually just caddy gossip bullshit about people that were the reason I left to begin with.
I went to my 5 year HS reunion. That was in 1986! Why? I still don’t know…but I will never go again. I hated those assholes then. I have no desire to see them now.
Further Evidence….. Someone needs to spay and declaw that wacko bitch!
Agreed! My first thought was, “I’d fuck her.” But after a few seconds of her carrying on I thought, “WHO’D fuck her?” Crazy bitch.
I can’t view the FE. How the hell am I supposed to estabilsh myself as a responsible adult when none of my ex-wives will vouch for that?
Can I get a reference
To validate my soul?
Can I get a witness?
I’m out here on parole.
I can’t view the FE either. There’s a box there that asks for a password to enter. I keep typing in, “Swordfish”, and getting nowhere.
I feared the world had forgotten Professor Wagstaff. With DTO on the job I needn’t have worried.
Good Morning Surf Reporters…
…never attended a co-worker reunion only because I’ve never worked a job more than 20 miles from home. I see the same people years later, save for that K-Mart gig which is another story…
…and I’m with JK on the current homefront; work, eat, drink, sleep, repeat. Not that it’s being anti-social, time doesn’t permit.
Ain’t it grand?
Hello Courtney! It’s too bad all the hot ones are nuttier than a squirrel turd. She’s the crazy cat lady to be. My lower jaw retracted when she spat out the hair ball and my stomach did a back flip when she ate the cat chow. WHAT THE FUCK MAN?
I will always love Sally Ride. Sixty-one is too fuckin’ young for anyone to die. Dr. Ride reached for the stars and damned well reached them. Those stars seem a little dimmer tonight.
Pancreatic cancer is a terrible way to go.
Closest thing would be my 10 year high school reunion. Hooked up with a couple of plain chicks that got hot, laughed at a bunch of hot chicks that got fat.
How rewarding was that! I mentioned above that I went to my 5 year reunion. The “popular” crowd..girls AND guys..were already looking like they were shot on a fence. I was the ugly duckling in HS. No one recognized me because I “grew up”. Fuck them. Had nothing nice to say to me in school, then the tables turned. Karma.
I had maybe 6 friends in HS – most of whom were a year ahead of me. My 30th was 2 years ago and BOOM – they started coming out of the goddamn wodwork to invite me. I told they could kiss my ass in Macy’s windows. I even pitched my yearbook. Somehow, I just can’t nostalgic over that shit hole.
Turns out courtney got married at 16 to the 51 year old turd who played the scrawny prison guard in The Green Mile. She must be an idiot….likely every uncle and friend of old dad bounced her on their knee or boner back when she was 10 or so.
About to DO a former coworker reunion – with someone I worked with, briefly, almost half a lifetime ago. I’m really looking forward to it – she’s an interesting person and has had a LOT going on since we last saw each other 12 years ago.
As a ‘let’s ALL get together’ thing though? Probably not, for most jobs. That McDonal’ds crew in 1976 was a bunch of jerkwads and stretch-necked stoners.
Hey, now. I worked at McDonald’s in 1976, and they were mostly OK. Got my first heartbreak from a girlfriend I met at that job. I’d be curious to know if she is now one of those hot chicks who got fat. Based on what her mother looked like then, I’m guessing yes.
I am looking forward to getting together with SOME of my former co-workers at a company we worked at for many years. Life is too short and wonderful for people to hold on to old negative emotions. We all get our feelings hurt during our lifetime (and we hurt others feeling as well) but the best thing to do is to let it go and keep it moving.