Now that I’m done ranting and have a few minutes to update this while I eat my delicious microwave beef and bean burrito, let me just fill you in on the haps yesterday.

Work: I know that my working in “new media” automatically puts me in a little higher class when it comes to knowledge of computers and the Internet, but I don’t consider myself to be “tech savvy” by any stretch of the imagination. I have a pretty rudimentary understanding of how computers, electronics and the Internet function. (shhhh…don’t tell my boss.) That said, I just can’t begin to understand how people can’t figure out how to navigate a Web site or check their e-mail. I had a woman tell me yesterday that if I wanted to get information to her boss that I would either have to fax it, send it through the U.S. mail or e-mail it to her so she can print it off to him. Apparently the man, who is a very high ranking official at a local Fortune 500 company, refuses to learn how to use e-mail.

Hockey: It wasn’t a good couple of days for hockey, and I’m beginning to think that I’m the cancer. The Rebels lost our debut to the IHC Grinders (the JCC house team) 5-2. They weren’t that good, but we let in a couple bonehead goals and they had a couple guys who were really quick. On top of that, my team needs to learn to put the fucking puck on the net!!!! Shooting it wide and high every time isn’t going to cut it. My other team, the American Eagles, lost 7-2 last night to a team full of wig-dog, pondrockets. I ran some kid and I think I hurt him seriously and later I hooked another kid who obviously didn’t have a cup on because when my stick came up around his waist he groaned and crumpled in pain. Small consolation, but at least we hurt them.

Besides that, our freaking goalie melted down. He let in a few goals he probably shouldn’t have and our venerable captain (who plays defense), was cherry-picking up around the center line all night. Essentially, I played the best game on defense that I’ve ever played, and we still got smoked because all the stupid shit they let in while I wasn’t out there. At one point, our captain tried to pass the puck up from behind the net and shot it into our goaltender, where it promptly bounced off him and into our own net. That was the kind of night it was.

Social life: After hockey I hung out with Loc and his former co-workers from Mongolian Barbecue. I’m about to quit my job and head back into the service industry, there are some unbelievable girls waiting tables there. We all hung out at Novi Bowl and I tied my best score of all time, 201. I opened up with 5 strikes, left two open frames then had two spares, another strike and left the tenth open. Finally, there is a girl who came over from Mongolia to learn about running a Mongolian Barbecue restaurant. B.D.’s (the company who owns Mongolian Barbecue) is opening up a franchise Ulaanbaatar and she needs to know how the restaurant runs. I asked her, are they going to just call it “Barbecue”. She didn’t seem to find it as funny as the rest of us did.