TEE - EM - EYE - TEE - YOU - EEE - usday - part 2

God I'm so wishy washy. I included this in the previous post. Then I decided to break it up. Maybe this one will stick. TMI Tuesday came late today. Here it is:

1. If they kept stats of your sex life like they do in sports, what would you lead the league in? what all time record would you hold?

I'm sure somehow it would be for masturbation. Number of times... number of times in one day... Maybe not so current. But I'm sure for lifetime achievement.

2. What song gets you in the mood to have sex? best music to fuck to? best music to make love to?

Best song to get in the mood for sex: Let's Get It On, Marvin Gaye
Best music to fuck to: For a while I was hearing "Fuck the Pain Away" - Peaches
only because I like the first part "Suckin on my titties
like you wanted me callin me all the time...."
Best music to make love to: Hrmmm... I prefer the music of the act.. breathing..
sighing.. moaning... screaming


3. Where is your favorite place to have sex in your house/apartment?

Gah this is so boring. The bed. The couch is a close 2nd. Most other places are too tough on my knees.

4. (girls) Have you sent or given your used panties to a guy? Do you know what happened to them? (guys) Have you taken/asked for a girls panties before? What did you do with them? (non-breeders) What is the protocol for this "tradition"?

Nope.

5. What makes a kiss a great to you?

The best kiss I ever had was soft and wet. Not too wet. Perfectly wet.

Bonus: Who pays for a date? If the girl asks a guy out, does she pay? If you are interested in same sex partners, how do you determine who pays?

Me. Period.

TEE - EM - EYE - TEE - YOU - EEE - usday

"if you ain't got no tuesday take yo' GEEK. ASS. HOME!"

Sadly, as I'm writing this... no TMI Tuesday postings. Hrmph. So I'll regale you with some other TMI.

Last night Mrs went to the girls night out. I was supposed to go over to Sandy's (for the first time) to help her with her computer. She was still working late into the evening when I called. So Mrs went out to the girlfriend's instead.

I crawled into bed around 11:00. Somewhere between 11 and midnight I feel Mrs crawl all up on me. When she's drunk and horny there's no ease into things. No sublety. No "psst... are you awake". No the next thing I knew her body is draped completely across mine her hand assaulting my cock. As I was just lamenting it seemed like forever since we had sex, my cock sprung to life immediately. She didn't waste too much time throwing back the covers and uncerimoniously mounting me.

Funny how I just talked about this in the last TMI Tuesday. Usually, when I'm on bottom I can hang out and let her go until she comes as many times as she can take. Except last night. For whatever reason, the combination of time between fuckings, perhaps the uncerimonious way she assaulted me, I don't know. But I knew quickly there was no way it was going to happen that way last night. She ground my cock deep inside her pussy quickly building to her orgasm. She pulled her knees up along side my body as she began to shake. Much to my surprise, I was cumming with her.

Then she totally pulled a guy moment. She rolled over and passed out. Heh!

It's the FINAL COUNT-DOOOOWWWWN!

Cue the synthesizers! Eh or not.

I thought perhaps this morning my last day would actually be this PAST friday unbeknownst to me. I pulled up to my garage. Swiped the card to enter and... nothing. Tried again. Nothing. I ended up having to back out pissing off god knows how many people behind me. Turns out it's just a system snafu and has nothing to do with my impending exit. But for a brief moment I thought someone had expedited my last day without my knowledge.

Last night Mrs curled up in my lap. I took a very late shower and was sitting on the couch in my "lounging" shorts. These are the ratty assed pair of oh so comfortable shorts I throw on to be as close to naked as possible without scarring the wee one. Her hand snaked up into one leg grasping my cock. Within seconds I hear "sssnnnnxxxxxxxxx..." So much for that. Which strikes me as ironic... well maybe ironic isn't the right word. It just strikes me. The whole weekend Mrs has been acting like she wants some. But when I make myself available I get nothing. Then she made a comment when I squeezed her ass in passing to the effect of "thank god. I didn't think I was going to get ANY". WTF?!?! Do I have to grab her and shout "Let's go FUCK NOW PLEASE!"

I tried to think back to the last time we had sex. Granted it hasn't reached the drought level some bloggers I read have experienced. In fact, it has probably only been a few weeks. But, considering the state of our relationship a few weeks is far too long. Gaah!

Halloween Party

Last night was the annual halloween party. Last year Mrs and I went all out with a Mrs Pac-man (me) and Blinky (her). It took 3 weeks to build from PVC and fabric. It took God knows how much money in supplies. This year we decided to go much more simplistic. It took me a grand total of 2 hours to put mine together. It wasn't anything spectacular. But it was a costume.

While at the party, Mrs and I were standing around in the kitchen chatting with a friend. The friend looked at me and said "I just want to throw him down and hump him in that costume". I was only 1/2 paying attention when she said that. Mrs looked like she could've jumped her and kicked her ass right there. The friend had this smirk on her face that quickly changed when she realized what she had said and Mrs was standing right next to her.

That was pretty much the highlight of the evening. Later, I was sitting on the back porch talking to another couple of friends including the one who made the comment. The conversation got all... clandestine. Turns out, there was a couple who used to come to the party who were big time swingers. Scandalous in this crowd. Not so much to me but we all know this is an alter-ego for me. Turns out they live just a block or two away from last nights party. The friend (who made the comment) and another had an invite to the swingers party. They left early. Damn... how do I scam an invite to THAT one.

The rest of the party sucked. The hostess has been hanging out with a completely different crowd. We used to have a group of people who did everything together. Then everyone had kids etc. etc. Now the "new" friends far outnumber the old. And I have to say I'm not crazy about the new friends. There are a couple of really young, really attractive girls in the "new" friends. Except that are SO fucking obnoxious. Their husbands are even worse. We see these people every year, and every year they call you by your costume name and never remember your actual name. Every year, all the youngers get WAY too drunk and end up throwing up somewhere. It's just no fun anymore. Sigh...

Ah well.. I did have someone want to hump me though.

Distracted

I had every intention of posting something good today. I was inspired by a fellow blogger who mentioned me. Unfortunately, goings on at work have distracted me. I can't shake the anger I feel.

My team at work is an eclectic mix of people. You have the old professor type who is approaching the end of his career. A brilliant but easily distracted young guy who has such great potential if it weren't for his utter lack of impulse control. A hippie type girl. The super type A boss. And Chris. I used to call him X because I really could think of a good moniker. Chris is about 32ish. I have known him as an acquaintance for years. But I have only worked directly with him for the last 5 or so years. Chris is just... missing something. I can't quite put my finger on what it is. He just doesn't... get people. He grew up with upper middle class parents who, by all evidence, were the "keeping up with the Jones" types. I would say Chris has probably inherited the worst attributes from his family. The worst being his arrogance. He is one of the most full of himself people I know.

This is the same guy I spoke of who just could never seem to connect with women. He is the one who dated Taylor WAAAY back. The same guy Chester effectively cock blocked.

He has been one of the most vocal Chester haters in the group. A downside (or plus side depending on which side of the issue you're on) of his personality is his lack of a filter.

When management finally did something about Chester. Chris was the first to ask "When is the post-departure happy hour/celebration". He was almost giddy for a week or so after the announcement was made.

That is until I made MY announcement. Or more importantly, the other individual whom I am stealing made his. For the last 2 weeks, he has been an absolute and complete ASS to me. At first I thought he was just in a pissy mood one day. But soon it became obvious it was directed at me. In our last team meeting, any time he talked about the other guy leaving, he stared directly at me. Finally, and it was debatable whether he was talking about me or Chester, and again while looking me directly in the eye asked "So when is the celebration". I finally asked the boss about it. He told me he was really upset about the guy I stole and, because I'm the one who did it, he hates me. I totally don't get that. The guy is supposed to be Chris' friend. Our company has shit on him for the last 6 years. He is the only guy I have ever known who is truly indispensable. He makes probably 30% less than I do and that was after a token raise. We're taking care of him. His raise will amount to about 50% putting him at least 20k above the average for this area. Plus he's getting equity in the company. I would think a true friend would be happy for someone. Especially since he was also once leaving the company himself.

Today I found out he told Chester, the guy who was the root of all bad things in our office, "I'll go to your going away lunch. But I won't go to Mr's".

What the fuck?!? This is the guy who I stood up for when I told Chester to back off of Taylor. This is the guy who got another job, then at the last minute it fell through because of a background check. I never once ridiculed him. This is the same guy who I have been working on getting a position at my new company set up for. And he has been nothing but hostile.

I'm actually really upset about it. To the point where I'm seriously thinking about just dropping my id etc on the Boss' desk early one morning next week and taking the rest of the week as vacation.

TEE EM IIIII... uh HA ah.. uh HA uh!!

I have an exit interview shortly... so I'll cut right to the chase. It's TMI TIME

1. What are your 7 favorite tactile things that turn you on? Sex (like oral, or penetrative) cannot be an answer. (Examples: silk, light tickling, etc).

Seven of them?!?! Wow. Ok here's a stab:

1. Smell - Some perfumes have a pavlovian effect on me.
2. Body Contact - I was very surprised Saturday night when I danced with Sandy and just the
contact had me a little bit aroused. Took me back to Jr. High.
3. Sound - Hearing the sounds a woman makes while experiencing pleasure.
4. Kissing - There's nothing like the first kiss to get me going.
5. Fingernails - when run lightly down my back
6. Showering - The warm water, slippery soap
7. Sight - Seeing someone you're about to have sex with for the first time. Watching
their face when they are enjoying themselves.

2. What are your non-genital errogenous zones and what do you like done to them?

The back of the neck. Kiss... nibble...

3. What sounds get you sexually charged?

Any genuine sound a woman makes while being pleasured. I hate contrived sounds. Even if it's just heavy breathing. If I know it's from pleasure I get incredibly turned on.

4. After losing your virginity, what is the longest you’ve gone without penetrative sex?

About 6 months give or take. Right after I split up with the ex-Mrs.

5. What is your least favorite sexual position? Why don't you like it?

At the moment I'd have to say my least favorite is one I really like to do BECAUSE it's my least favorite. Let me es-plain. Woman on top is probably my least favorite. I guess I like to be in charge. Depending on the circumstances, when a woman is on top I go from indifferent to flat out turned off. However, given that a woman experiencing great pleasure is an incredible turn on for me, AND at the moment, Mrs can ride me until she cums hard, I actually enjoy doing it because I can lay back and let her go for as long as she wants. So my indifference is kinda offset by a) stamina and b) Mrs pleasure becoming my pleasure.

Bonus (as in optional):If you could sexually dominate or submit to 5 people - any 5, currently living or deceased - which 5 would it be?

Geez... again with the number of answers.

1. Jessica Alba
2. Scarlet Johanson
3. Famke Janssen
4. Condi Rice (just cause I still think she's a closet freak)
5. Nancy Pelosi (cause if anyone deserved a good pounding bent over something)

Oi the new skeletons

Sometimes the more things change.. the more they stay the same. Or some shit like that.

Mrs went out of town this weekend. Originallly, C and I were going to have a Daddy daughter weekend. But through a clusterfuck at work I had a scheduling conflict. The Mrs-in-law offerend to watch C. Then, at the last minute, she decided to take C out of town to visit with all the family bitties who love C to death (these would be the 80+ year old aunts etc) leaving me to my own devices.

I wish I could regail you with stories of debauchery. Some young lovely contorted into various positions, whilst I pounded away with my man-meat (aw yeahh!!). I did try my best. I even had the opportunity had I made a better choice of evening plan (depending on your point of view). But first let me back up a little bit.

I have been pretty slack about my postings here. I do have my reasons though so bear with me while I esplain. First, the depature of Chester has my office in a state of paranoia. Before I made my own announcement, one of the guys on my team, one who does a lot of internet traffic scrutiny, said in a very ominous tone "I wouldn't watch any porn at work for a while if I were you". Hmmm... I presume there is much packet sniffing going on as it pertains to Chester. My paranoia has been sufficiently piqued.

Secondly, there have been a few minor goings on and transpirations a transpiring I have been reluctant to write about. First, the Wed. night before last the pool team played in the sister bar for a 2nd week. At the end of the night I sat at the bar nursing my beer. To my surprise, Sarah's team came and sat down all around me. Sarah even sat a couple of seats over. I started chatting with a girl on her team. The conversation went south quickly. It all started with something about her dog dragging a dildo out in front of company. Anyway, I had been meaning to have a conversation with Sarah about the whole beginning of season clusterfuck and how I was kinda blindsided by the whole situation. I was drunk... we were all laughing including Sarah. So I kinda broke the ice in my blunt force way. I asked "So... Sarah... what the FUCK WAS THE WHOLE DEAL EARLIER ABOUT?!?!?!" (laughing of course... but still loud about it) I asked her if little retardo thought about how stupid it was to smash her only means of communications with me to tell me NOT to come to play that night. We all got a good laugh about it. Evidently, they broke up shortly after. Which then lead to "GOD DAMNIT!! IF YOU'RE GONNA PUT ME THROUGH THAT, AT LEAST STAY WITH HIM!!!! (more laughing)". Anyway, the teamates left. Sarah sidled up to me. Before long she grabbed my hand and held it while we talked. Finally I could hardly hold my eyes open any longer. We left. Outside I gave her a quick hug and said "Seriously, I wish only the best things for you in spite of the bullshit from before". She gave me a quick and surprising kiss on the lips. I didn't let her linger. Quickly I said Good night and left.

Lastly, and God help me, I have been hanging out and chatting with Sandy a fair amount lately. Lunches here and there. Phone calls. Etc. Somewhere along the lines I realized, in spite of my feable attempts to keep Sandy at a "friend" level, I am still completely infatuated with her. And she has to know it. She lays just enough out there to keep me tagging along. At this point, I have almost resigned myself to play the role of the puppy inflating her ego. Or maybe she really has feelings and is just as conflicted as me. But better at sticking to her principles than me. I dunno. But it leads back to my choices for mischief over the weekend.

Soooo... I found myself alone Saturday night. A friend of Sandy's is a vocalist for a local band. I have been meaning to get out to see them. But schedules up to this point just weren't letting it happen. However, she was playing Saturday night... kinda late. Sandy said she would be out there and cajoled me into agreeing to meet her. At 10:30pm. In the meantime, I really didn't have anything to do. So I swung by the bar where we play on Wed nights. Guess who was tending bar? Sarah. The place was dead. I ordered some food and beer. She hung out as much as customers would allow and chatted with me. I asked her how late she had to work. She gave me this really mischievious grin and said "Closing". Then she asked what I was doing out on a saturday night. When I explained my temporary bachelorhood I got another mischievious grin.

Around 10:00 I was still chatting with Sarah. I had a pretty decent buzz on. The decision was upon me. Stay with Sarah and probably get somewhere, even if it was just kissing. Or go to listen to the band and most likely end up alone and disappointed.

As improbable as it seemed, I went with my heart and went to hear the band. They were awesome. Really tight. I was going to give it until 11:30 and if I didn't see Sandy, head back to the bar and see where I could get with Sarah. Sandy showed up around 11:15. We hung out with a bunch of her friends. We danced a couple of times. Her friends had to leave. She had left her car at their house and asked if I would be able to give her a ride. It was a good 45 minutes the wrong way from my house. But hey... sometimes you just have to sacrifice.

The evening pretty much ended as you can guess. I drove her to her car somewhere around 1:30am. We parted without so much as a kiss. I got home somewhere around 3am (by the time I found my way back across the county). Passed out. Then had to get up at 8 to do my work thing. Damnit.

I had lunch with her again. I still can't help it. I'm still completely hung up on her. Geez I'm an idiot.

So there it is. My eventful uneventful night, my shameful re-association with Sarah, my appalling infatuation with Sandy and the lenghts I am clearly willing to go to for the glimmer of hope I could do something. I'm gonna hang mah head loooowwww.

Ta Ta Ta TOOOOOOSday!!

This TMI Tuesday is so NOT in my character... but what the hell. You can't be a total perv all the time. Yes there is a sensitive side... damnit!


1. What was the first movie you saw on a date?

Wow... I had completely forgotten, then it came to me in a flash. The first movie I saw on a date was Excalibur. I was in a youth play comedy about King Arthur. The director took us to see that. I was "going with" a girl in the play at the time.

2. Who was the first person you kissed on a date? [First name is fine.]

Dawn. At a roller rink (oh yeah...). I inadvertantly felt her boob... no really.. it was an accident.

3. Where was the first place you ever "parked" (on a date)?

I think it was a boat landing at the lake in my hometown. But my HS girlfriend and I "parked" so much in so many places it honestly has all become a blur.

4. Have you ever gone on a date with someone you met via the internet? If not, would you?

Nope. Yup.

5. What is the most romantic thing you have done on a first date?


Romance?!? What is this word you speak of!! Sweaty sex of course! Not! That's kind of a tough one because most of the time, at least for me, the first date has always been the "safe" date. Go to dinner. Make sure no one is psychotic. 2nd date however, now we're talking. I think I a) cleaned my house b) set out flowers and candles throughout c) made a spectacular dinner.

Bonus (as in optional):Describe the best date you have ever been on.

The best date I have ever been on really wasn't a date. I'll es'plain. While I was married to my first wife, there was a girl in my office with whom I was very close (ok.. my last attempt at proper grammar). My wife went out of town... her BF went out of town. We decided to grab some dinner. It became pretty obvious in the middle of dinner there was a very strong attraction. I live in a very old, romantic city with a lot of water front. Afterwards, we wandered aimlessly through the sidestreets amongst 200+ year old houses, then to the waterfront. We reached a point in the evening where we either would kiss.. or not. We didn't. Which sounds like a really lousy date. And maybe it was. But up until the end, it became a date worthy of movies and, at least in my mind, one of the most emotionally intense nights of my life including both wedding nights.

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Enough of that.. All this talk about romance and "dates"... I feel all... respectable now.

I gave my notice yesterday. Though... not necessarily officially. My offer is contingent on a few things with the new company. I haven't really gone into great detail what the new job entails. I will say a) it's a brand spanking new company b) I'm in on the ground level c) it's an in-demand market segment with no front-runner. My contingencies are big ones, but all indications are (and by indications I mean the frequency of meetings.. legal filings... hr meetings.. leases etc.) the go ahead will come in the next day or two. The pessimist in me is still nagging me about it. But over the last few months, I have learned the executives for this venture are absolutely 100% for real. Time and time again, my bullshit meter rose and every single time, they squashed it to zero convincingly. So IF things fall apart, it will be because they have either a) run their course or b) have pulled off the greatest bullshit job in history.

Up until my resignation, the leap of faith on my part, compared to people who have already moved across country for this, has been incredibly minimal. I firmly believe I owe them this leap, and even if things get muddied, in the end, assuming they do work out, it will only show a strong commitment on my part.

My notice was surprisingly uneventful. I am stealing another person from my organization. The impact was much more severe for him. He is integral to many MANY projects and is truly irreplaceable on a few. Of the couple hundred employees here, this guy is probably the ONLY one who can make that claim legitimately. Which is why I wanted to steal him. My exit interview is next week. I think I will probably get yelled at for that one then. Other than that, I'm almost disappointed.

Endings...

and Beginnings... Break out all high school and college graduation speeches... insert appropriate cliche here... "The wind of our future.. rudder of our ship... not an end but a beginning" blah blah blah...

The little business opportunity has come to fruition. I signed the offer letter at lunch. Now I'm FUUUUCCCKKKIIIINNGGGG TEEERRRRIIIIFFFIIIIEEEEEDDD!!!!!

But in a good way.

Tuesday night's alright for fightin!!

Yeah yeah that's not the way the song goes. But for today it will do. Last night Mrs came home from work crying. I asked her to drop off a new gi I bought to have the dojo patch sewn on. She went by a place right by C's school. When she went to pick it up later in the afternoon, she didn't have any cash on her. The bill was $5. She asked the lady if she could write a check. The lady turned to a foreign man, his accent seemed russian (according to Mrs), and asked. He began to yell at my wife about how ridiculous it was to write a check for $5 and what a waste of time so on and so on. Mrs calmly asked the lady to write her a slip so she could come back and pick it up later. Then she tried to tell the man he didn't need to be so rude, she was only asking a question. The man wouldn't even look up. She cried all night about it.

So today, I'm going to go pick a fight.


In the meantime... It's TMI TUUUUUUUEEEEEEEESSSSSSDAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!

1. Wash up, cuddle or fall asleep?

Only one? I guess I'd have to say wash up. We usually have things to do.

2. Have you ever fake orgasms?

As a guy it's pretty hard to do. But yes.. I have "faked" it as best I could once or twice. It seems like once I had one of those porn moments where I could fuck all night... except I got tired and bored. Another I was only 1/2 interested in the girl and once we got into it she had some really annoying behaviors killing the mood. I seriously doubt I fooled anyone.

3. In any 24 hour period, what is the most number of time you have ever had sex?

This sounds pretty weak but I think 3 times. In my defense they were with different people and I'm counting people not orgasms.

4. Have you ever had sex or give/received oral sex while you were driving a car?

Yup. Damn! Has it really been that long? Sigh...


5. What do you think the average number of sexual partners your sex has in their lifetime (so for me a male)? Do you think most people lie when asked?

10. I would imagine it depends on who is asking. Mrs has never asked. I'm not sure how I would answer if she did. I have told other people though.



Bonus (as in optional):Can men and women be "just friends?" (Explain)

Reluctantly. Every guy, with the exception of gay men, look at a woman and wonder what she would be like naked.

Back to normal... or as much as it ever is

I'm am getting to flippin' old for this late night, early rise shit!

Wed. night, pool night, we played at the sister bar in next town over. My day started off royally going to shit. I won't bore you with the details, but I wasted a weeks worth of work in a snowball effect deal. But by the time the day was over, I had recovered. That and I was still dancing a jig at the prospect of a Chesterless workplace. I made it to the bar in rare form.

I called Sandy and told her to meet me. Much to my surprise she did. The usual shit talking ensued. At one point, she leaned in close and said "You know.. if you were divorced I'd drop BF for you". Whoa!

She left early for an appointment. Our matches got underway shortly after. We kicked ASS!! At least in 8-ball. I won mine. The team took all 5 matches. Don't know how we did in 9-ball. Afterwards, a couple of the guys sat at the bar. We were chatting with the bar tender, Kate, while finishing our beers. Around 12:30, Kate walked to the front door and locked it. She then walked back to the bar and started setting out shot glasses. The next thing I knew, she handed me a shot glass and commanded "DRINK!". I tried to argue but she cut me off and said "You WILL drink this or you can leave!". Hey, who am I to argue.

It went downhill from there. Nothing really much interesting happened. I got really REALLY fucked up. The whole shot thing continued until around 2:30. Somewhere along the way Kate wanted me to shoot her a game of pool. Details are a little bit fuzzy, but she began to tell me her deepest darkest secrets. This always happens with me. Women feel the need to "share". Intermixed with all of the secrets and pool, she would walk to a guy playing pool at another table and kiss him. I asked her what that was all about. She confided "He's my current BF. We've been dating for a couple of weeks. But I'm still REALLY hung up on my ex-bf. I think the new bf will be a short thing". Finally I had to leave. I went to close my tab. She said "We're good sweetie. Have a nice night". Damn that was cool.

She let me out the back door (as she didn't want people to know there were "customers" still inside. On the way out she reached up, grabbed my face, and gave me a big ol' smack on the cheek followed by a really good hug. I was a little shocked. I mean, sure we talked and all but that kind of familiararity was entirely unexpected. Or maybe I'm just an anti-social prude.

I spent all day yesterday trying not to fall asleep. I still haven't caught up on sleep today either.

Next week we play at the same bar. Should be an entertaining time!

Onto better things

It's TMI TUESDAY TIME!!!! [woooooo... streamers falling from ceiling, spotlights flashing around room... Branford and crew playing my theme music]


1. Early bird or night owl?

Night owl.. though I'm becoming a reluctant early bird as of late.

2. If you could only be one, would you rather be smart or good looking?

As I already have smashing good looks and a self-proclaimed rapier wit (say it with me.. or witty rapier I can never remember)... I can't relate to the question. Yeah right. I think I'd have to say good looks.

3. Do you gossip?

No. But let me tell you what I heard about Chester. Yeah I'm thinking the last 6 months of content have pretty much been gossip... yeah...


4. On a scale of 1-10, how adventurous are you? (1 is lowest, 10 is highest)

I'd like to think a solid 8. Right up to the point where "adventure" involves a large implement in my ass... at which point I think I would shrink to a 1.


5. On a scale of 1-10, how good a kisser do you think you are? ( ditto )

I'd like to think a good solid 8 or 9.

Bonus (as in optional):What do you consider the biggest turn on out of the following? a) lingerie b) movies c) toys d) role playing e) leather f) none of this does anything for me

At the moment, I'd have to say toys. Only because I'm sadly inexperienced with them. I imagine if I were with someone daily who broke out a suitcase full of them the novelty would wear off and I'd probably be into something else.

Thank you for playing. Be sure to join us next time when we ask "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it, would I still be wearing pink lace panties on my head?"

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Elsewhere in pluffland. I have mentioned this off and on over the last couple of months. I have been purposefully quiet about it just because as much as I'd like to think I'm not, I am in fact a bit superstitious. The business opportunity I mentioned back in august is moving ahead at an astonishing rate. People are moving... literally moving across country. We have two heavy hitter executive officers on board who have already taken the investment discussions up a level. We heard from the investment group and it looks like they will pony up money. Things are starting to happen so fast. I'm such a pessimist, when I first mentioned the opportunity I was giving it about 50/50 it would happen. Now I'm up to about 90% sure it's going to happen.

The real pisser about it all is the timing. A) I just had my evaluation at work. It went really well. My boss wanted to hear what I wanted to accomplish over the next year. We discussed a few things. In light of the impending doom of Chester, he said "well, I happen to have several projects that would've been Chester's, but I can't rely on him so take them". Now I have a couple of high priority, high visibility projects that fit exactly the goals I wanted to accomplish... damnit. B) Chester is essentially told resign or be fired.. he walks out.. nay STORMS out of the office. Two days later we get the official announcement. Now I'm anticipating giving my notice in a couple of weeks. First, the timing will be shitty for my boss because I JUST took on a couple of high priority projects. Secondly, how many people will see this as being tied to Chester's departure? Either that I was run out as well OR that I am moving on in some kind of protest. I only care in that I really don't want to burn any bridges. Let's face it. If this opportunity tanks I may still need a fallback position. I'd say I have a good two years with the new opportunity... but it is a little bit risky. If I end up trying to get a job with other teams here and they think I was somehow tainted...

I'll just have to cross that bridge when I get there. The next step for me is an "offer letter" from the new company. I know it's supposed to go out this week. I heard the same thing last week and didn't get it. But the person sending out letters is also the person who moved across country. The letter will be contingent on the investment funding. Then it will just be a waiting game. At some point I'll have to tell the boss. I'm really not looking forward to that.

Put to bed

It's done. The announcement went out about 30 minutes ago. Chester resigned.