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bunchofgrapesTwo amusing things happened tonight.
First, the building I work in has a fitness center for all the company employees. It's not very big, nor is it very busy so I like it a lot. Tonight I go in and there's this one other woman in there. I've seen her in there before but I've never run into her at work. She tends to go to all the different machines and does a few reps with a lot of weight for a short period of time. I got in, I put in my earphones, and listen to my iPod while I do time on the bike. She gets on the elliptical and must put it on the highest setting because she's really working at it. Ok, no problem. I'm listening to my tunes and biking up a hill. As she's doing her workout though, she's making these noises and honest to God, it sounds like she's in the throes of an orgasm! I'm afraid to turn around (the elliptical is behind the bike) for fear of what I might see. And I mean, she's loud and it's kind of squicking me out. Another guy came in and she moved over to the weights. The noise wasn't quite as bad - more like grunts and groans - but now when I go in there and she's in there, I'm not going to be able to look at her without bursting out laughing.
Second, I decide to call in an order to Moby Dick's, an excellent local kabob place, and pick it up on the way home. I do this so much that I have two Moby locations programmed into my cell phone. So I call the one close to work and say "I'd like to place and order for carry out", like I always do. Only the guy didn't understand the word, "Carry-out". He must have repeated it back to me three times before I finally said, "Carry-out. I come in and pick it up.". Then he got it. But in the meantime I can hear him repeating the word and the people behind him are repeating it back to him. So when I go and pick it up, I have to give him the last four digits of my cell phone (that's how they identify the order). So I give them to him. Now my cell # starts with a 0 so I say 0xxx. The same guy I spoke to on the phone is the one asking and he says, no, the last FOUR digits. I repeat the last four digits. He says no again. And this time I count them off on my fingers. He finally got it but while this was going on, the guy who was working behind him was smiling at me and shaking his head. Apparently, this happens a lot with this guy.
And yes, I did watch CSI tonight. But I'll put that under the cut.
So why is it that Catherine and Vartann are allowed to always work together? In most offices as long as two dating people don't report to each other, office dating isn't frowned upon but I've never seen an instance where you can work together.
Brass gets to work with Sara and Greg. I like that they had two separate cases.
Back on the Nick/Ray/Vartann case, Vartann goes into the hotel room with his gun drawn but then Nick walks in front of him. Yeah, that's effective policing.
So back to Sara/Greg/Brass. In the time it took to go from the house to the interrogation room, Brass got buzzed. His hair looked pretty good in the beginning and then when next we see him, he's practically bald. WTF?
This episode is kind of like an unfunny version of The Hangover. Great movie, btw.
I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing wrong with PG this season other than his lack of hair. Less hair makes his face look fuller. Whoever told him to shave his head is playing a bad joke on him. However, whoever told him to unbutton that top button, kudos! He looks so much better when his neck isn't being smushed.
Kitty!
Nice that Catherine doesn't tell Vartann it was Nick she was out with the night she got roofied. She just says it was "a friend".
Best line of the night and conversation in general:
Brass: So Sylvester and Tweety whacked their owners?
Greg: Think of it as a series of unfortunate events.
Brass: You mean don't think of it as a cartoon?
It's becoming very apparent that Vartann doesn't wear the pants in his relationship with Catherine. And to be honest, I'm starting to feel kind of bad for him. He wants a relationship built on trust and honest but seems to only be in it for sex. Same old Catherine.
All in all, it was a good episode with two interesting cases. I did figure out who called 9-1-1 before it was revealed though.
First, the building I work in has a fitness center for all the company employees. It's not very big, nor is it very busy so I like it a lot. Tonight I go in and there's this one other woman in there. I've seen her in there before but I've never run into her at work. She tends to go to all the different machines and does a few reps with a lot of weight for a short period of time. I got in, I put in my earphones, and listen to my iPod while I do time on the bike. She gets on the elliptical and must put it on the highest setting because she's really working at it. Ok, no problem. I'm listening to my tunes and biking up a hill. As she's doing her workout though, she's making these noises and honest to God, it sounds like she's in the throes of an orgasm! I'm afraid to turn around (the elliptical is behind the bike) for fear of what I might see. And I mean, she's loud and it's kind of squicking me out. Another guy came in and she moved over to the weights. The noise wasn't quite as bad - more like grunts and groans - but now when I go in there and she's in there, I'm not going to be able to look at her without bursting out laughing.
Second, I decide to call in an order to Moby Dick's, an excellent local kabob place, and pick it up on the way home. I do this so much that I have two Moby locations programmed into my cell phone. So I call the one close to work and say "I'd like to place and order for carry out", like I always do. Only the guy didn't understand the word, "Carry-out". He must have repeated it back to me three times before I finally said, "Carry-out. I come in and pick it up.". Then he got it. But in the meantime I can hear him repeating the word and the people behind him are repeating it back to him. So when I go and pick it up, I have to give him the last four digits of my cell phone (that's how they identify the order). So I give them to him. Now my cell # starts with a 0 so I say 0xxx. The same guy I spoke to on the phone is the one asking and he says, no, the last FOUR digits. I repeat the last four digits. He says no again. And this time I count them off on my fingers. He finally got it but while this was going on, the guy who was working behind him was smiling at me and shaking his head. Apparently, this happens a lot with this guy.
And yes, I did watch CSI tonight. But I'll put that under the cut.
So why is it that Catherine and Vartann are allowed to always work together? In most offices as long as two dating people don't report to each other, office dating isn't frowned upon but I've never seen an instance where you can work together.
Brass gets to work with Sara and Greg. I like that they had two separate cases.
Back on the Nick/Ray/Vartann case, Vartann goes into the hotel room with his gun drawn but then Nick walks in front of him. Yeah, that's effective policing.
So back to Sara/Greg/Brass. In the time it took to go from the house to the interrogation room, Brass got buzzed. His hair looked pretty good in the beginning and then when next we see him, he's practically bald. WTF?
This episode is kind of like an unfunny version of The Hangover. Great movie, btw.
I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing wrong with PG this season other than his lack of hair. Less hair makes his face look fuller. Whoever told him to shave his head is playing a bad joke on him. However, whoever told him to unbutton that top button, kudos! He looks so much better when his neck isn't being smushed.
Kitty!
Nice that Catherine doesn't tell Vartann it was Nick she was out with the night she got roofied. She just says it was "a friend".
Best line of the night and conversation in general:
Brass: So Sylvester and Tweety whacked their owners?
Greg: Think of it as a series of unfortunate events.
Brass: You mean don't think of it as a cartoon?
It's becoming very apparent that Vartann doesn't wear the pants in his relationship with Catherine. And to be honest, I'm starting to feel kind of bad for him. He wants a relationship built on trust and honest but seems to only be in it for sex. Same old Catherine.
All in all, it was a good episode with two interesting cases. I did figure out who called 9-1-1 before it was revealed though.
