Another Night, Another Show

Dear Diary,

Bb9 invited me out to solo again.  The only other person that was with her was that guy who is constantly seeking acceptance as a girl.  He's a fucking guy.  He had five 'o clock shadow!  Bb9 mentioned a rum (I think) that is allegedly called "black cock."  Fuckface then said that he loved black cock, and he was not talking about rum.  He then proceeded...onward...in that direction of conversation, and I was subjected to hearing things I never wanted to hear.  I think I partially blocked them out.

Later, fuckface finally left and me and bb9 hung out for a while.  One of bb9's attractive acquantances showed up with a guy; they didn't sit with us.

Other things that happened tonight:  I ate ice cream.  I watched four episodes of Star Trek, Deep Space 9, one of which sucked.  I played Diablo2, sending my sorceress, Lilly, into the desert to kill people and steal their stuff so she could save up and buy a special staff that lets her do more damage when she shoots a magical comet of ice.

Yeah, I guess I'm recounting my day backwards.

Today at work, we went over the results of a developer survey we were all supposed to take in september.  Only six people on my team responded.  I was one of the, and I was under the impression that it was an anonymous survey...mostly because they said it was.  It was not anonymous.  It was "anonymous."  The results of the survey were grouped by team, printed out on like 18 pages of complicated bar charts, and handed out during our team meeting.  We then spent two or three hours pouring over the results.  Here's the fun part:  when only six people respond to a survey, and you're the only one with highly negative answers, you kind of stick out, because every column you answered says "17%" of the team responded that way, which everyone quickly figures out was exactly one person.  I eventually revealed myself as the single person who was chronically bored, unsatisfied and unproud of my work.  Later, we got to the page where "17%" of the team was planning on moving to another team (or job!) but this time they didn't realize it was me because someone else had actually left the team since September.  I felt no need to out myself this time, because at the beginning of the meeting my manager revealed to everyone that he is sending me and two other people off to another team.  Not my idea.  My team is basically getting split, and it sounds like I am going off with one of the sucky pieces.

This morning, I got a reminder call from the hospital for an appointment next week that I didn't even know I had.  They are going to CAT scan my head, and then put me on a bicycle while they examine my heart, and then they are going to tell me they don't know why I have a strange tendency to pass out at 8,000 feet, after which I will go to an airport on christmas eve, get a dose of harmful radiation at the security theatre, and board an airplane to fly home.

Last night, though, salsa was good.  There were very few girls there, but I still managed to get an ok amount of dances, one of which was with this tall girl who is older than me and preferred what I'm going to call the "zero inch rule."  Oh, and I met a girl named Anastasia.  Awesome.  Also she is hot and has a Russian accent.