I wish you knew how it could feel to be me

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Woohoo! My cue arrived Monday afternoon, just in time for Billiards Club on Tuesday. It felt so nice to use a smooth, brand new cue as opposed to the jagged house cues at the Union. Mark can vouch for me, since he just happened to be there to witness my new cue in action. At Billiards Club I did pretty well. The cue makes a big difference. I didn't make the finals or anything, but I did better than usual, which I can only attribute to the cue. Of course, it's probably all psychological, but whatever. There's a tournament at A&M this Saturday. I'm not sure if I'm gonna go since they start signup at 8am, and it costs $15. Not to mention it's A&M..

Moving on. In project news, it's crunch time. I have a shirt deadline next week, and I haven't really made any new progress on it since the initial attempt. The week after that I need to finish Harry's cd case/label. I made a super rough preview of what idea I had in mind for the cover. He seemed to like the idea I was toying with, so I guess I can keep going with it. The future of his career kinda hangs on this, so I don't want to jack it up. It would be nice if I could just drop out of school for a week or two to finish this stuff, but that would be incredibly bad. Now billiards club is taking ideas for a T-shirt design. I'm not sure if I'm gonna get in on that unless I have time (which I don't). They'd need it by Tuesday, so unless I can manage to squeeze a design out this weekend, it's not really an option. A local band named Subcore, which I receive emails from, is having a contest to design the cd cover for their upcoming album. Back when they were Eighth Ground (they weren't actually, but for the purpose of this post I'm saying they were. long story) they had a similar contest which I entered. This was back when I didn't know jack about design or Photoshop, so my entry was craptacular and, as you may have guessed, wasn't picked. They were nice enough though to send me a copy of the album as a gift for entering. Anyway, it's the same deal this time around, except more is at stake. I only skimmed the email but apparently the winner of the contest gets a signed copy of the album, credits in the cd jacket, tickets to the release party, and a bunch of other stuff I can't remember. Oh, they'll also redesign their website to match your design. That's pretty cool. The deadline is April 1. I'm seriously thinking of entering. This could be my chance to start making a name for myself. I have a lot of other stuff on my plate right now though, so I'm not sure if now is the time. Then again, this may be an opportunity I don't want to pass up. So many decisions, so little time.

In work news, I'm really getting stressed out as of late. A certain coworker of mine has really been screwing up lately at work, and pretty much every day now I get complaints about this person from various other coworkers in other teams. This has been going on for a while, but this week the volume of complaints increased significantly and it's time to take some serious action. The bad thing is that since this person is in my subteam, I'm the one responsible for initiating a course of action. The thing is, I'm a pretty laid back kind of guy, and I really don't know how to approach this situation. This has been hanging over my head all week, and tomorrow is the day I plan on dropping the bomb. I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but it ain't gonna be pretty. Calgon take me away.

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The best thing to do is just tell him there were some complaints, tell him what the complaints were, and see if he'll be able to fix whatever is wrong.

Of couse I didn't see the complaints... if it's something like "His breath smells like fish sticks, and he paws at me when he thinks I'm not looking," then I dunno what you should do.

A) it was a girl

2) I already told her before about the complaints and ways to improve, but she never listens.

F) she's been in trouble for some of the same stuff already and had chances to fix it. nothing seems to have improved.

Then fire her. Or kiss her. Or say "Great googalymoogaly sister, get cho act in high fantasty gear! Nix nix nix nix will be yah if you don't fix fix fix fix el probleminoz!"
And then you can do the chicken dance around the office for like, at least 30 minutes, all the while staring riiiiiiiiiiiight at her.