What a Morning...

Let me first begin by informing everyone of the type of personality that I have. My former boss at the catholic grade school where I used to work, gave me a t-shirt for Christmas last year. That shirt says "I don't discriminate, I hate everyone". I'm a prick who will find a way to dislike anyone. Ask the Dude or Hugh, they'll tell you. Also, my job is in sales. I sell sports equipment for a company that is partnered with the NFL. Its kind of the perfect job for a guy who is a sports nut. I just want that to be known, so when anyone reads this they will know that doing what I did today at work kinda makes me look a little strange to my co-workers.

So I ride to work everyday with my boss. He and I were friends before he hired me. When we got to work this morning, he happened to look over at my computer to see what I was doing and just started to hammer me with ball busting one liners. I was looking at Vera Bradley purses and handbags online for about 45 minutes this morning. You'd think that my boss would break my balls for not doing work related things, you know while at work, but no. He just made fun of me for looking at purses online. It's my girlfriend of 2+ years birthday soon and I need to find a present for her; so, I had some free time this morning and I thought it would be a good time to look for a present...

WRONG. Guys, if you have to look for a purse or jewelry for a significant other, don't do it at work if you work in a testosterone filled environment. I mean there's nothing wrong with what I did, but man was it a mistake to do it at work. But the thing is, when I get home you know the first thing I'll do is turn on Madden 08 or Tiger Woods 08 on the PS3. It's worse than a crack addiction. So why not take advantage of the free time I had this morning?

Has anyone actually looked at those purses? They all look the fucking same. I recently quit snuffing tobacco, but man did I ever need one while looking at those things. I just needed to do something masculine while looking at those Godforsaken things. I like to think that I'm a pretty creative gift giver, but for Christ's sake thats worse than watching the WNBA. I know, you thought there was nothing worse than watching the fundamentals of the WNBA, but trust me on this one.

I'll let ya know what I end up getting, and how it works. Riveting stuff, I know.