Molly has H1N1. Bush league.

Sweet. Now my throat is sore. Good run this week.

Dear Fans of the Tennessee Titans:

Stop flipping out over your coach wearing a Peyton Manning jersey. Nobody cares. Be happy that what your team is being recognized for now is the coach poking fun at his inability to win over getting walloped 59-0 by Tom Brady and Randy Moss.

Thank you.

I've been out of a job for over three weeks now, and the boredom is killing me. The garage is clean and reorganized, my car is immaculate, and I'm brilliant at on-line Scrabble and Madden '08. Seriously, there's not much else for me to do during the day. Plus, the medication keeps my mind from wandering, which leaves me incredibly focused on being bored.

Well, then. Up thirteen points in the first quarter, down thirteen points in the third quarter. Up nine with under two minutes to play. Overtime? And, what's more--a loss in overtime? Huh. Well, at least Golden State was playing with a healthy line-up. Oh? No Corey Maggette? No Al Harrington? Baron Davis left for the Clippers? Hmm....

Here's the best part: I'm not even upset about the loss, inexplicable as it was. I liked the way that Al, Foye, and Gomes played (for the most part). What I'm concerned about is how a simple 2-3 zone completely took away the ability to get the ball to Jefferson in the final five minutes, who was clearly dominating. What's worse, Andris Bierdins (owner of the worst free-throw in the history of organized basketball--worse that Shaq) had fouled out. There was no one to stop him, but the Wolves couldn't get past the historically tough Don Nelson Zone. Oh well.

Mr. 9-5, indeed. Actually, more like 7-4, but whatever. It's early, it's daily, and it's a job. Mark VII, baby. Love that Coors Light. Iffy on the Corona, but hey, I don't make the decisions.

Update Time!

It's been a while. For those of you who don't know, and if there's anybody still reading this blog, here's a summary of my life over the course of the past couple of weeks.

1.) Shortly after my birthday, I was fired from Sweeney's. Unbelievable? You're telling me. The transgression that lead to this event: Roughly three weeks ago, I showed up early for my shift to play a round of Golden Tee with Jed and Ben. While playing, I spit into a garbage can. Off the clock. The owner, the inimitable Leo Gadbois, saw me do this and pulled me aside.
Leo: Zach, I saw you spit into a garbage can a little bit ago.
Me: Yep, sure did.
Leo: I want you to know that I never, ever want to see you do that again.
Me: Sure thing, Leo. I was off the clock, but no problem. Sorry for the mess-up.
Fast-forward a week and a half later, and I get this phone call:
Me: Hey Erik, what's up?
Erik: I need to talk to you, it's important.
Me: Well, I'll be in in a half hour, can we do it then?
Erik: It can't wait--we need to talk now, but I don't want to do it over the phone, because I have more respect for you than that.
Me (after a pause): Erik, are you firing me?
Long silence
Erik: Yeah.
Me: WHAT????
Erik: I know.
Me: Why?
Erik: No one's really told me much, but Leo and Renee are in a fit over the spitting thing.
Me: So that's it? Two-plus years of service, and running the inside bar all summer long, and it's over because I spit off the clock?
Erik: yes.

2.) On October 31, while returning from a job interview, rumor spread to me that my landlord was going to change my locks on Monday, November 5. A hasty and forced move resulted in me living with my adorable girlfriend. This was in the plans anyway, as we secured an apartment for ourselves starting December 1, but added one more move. The plans are still on for Alicia and me to move, December 1, and I couldn't be happier about it.

3.) After a week of pounding the pavement, I secured three jobs in one day. Two full-time, one part-time. I'm taking two: the first is a dream position selling Brau Brothers Beer. This is a wonderful brewing company located in Lucan, Minnesota. I strongly suggest checking out their website and, if available, trying their beer. It's fantastic. The second is a part-time serving position at a bistro in Edina called Beaujo's. The one I'm dumping? Door-to-door sales that I was duped into. We're done with that one. When time allows, I'll post the events of the Worst Day of My Working Life, the day I rode along for the sales position.

Sorry things have been sporadic. It'll continue that way until we get moved into our apartment in December, when I'll finally have internet access in my home and not from Dixie's on Grand, where I'm posting from now. Tonight is bowling at Minnehaha Lanes with Team Black Out. Hilarity will ensue.