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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Man, nothing like a case of food poisoning and a holiday weekend to throw a monkey wrench in things.
 
So lets see, I spose I'll give y'all a quick recap of where the hell I been. Due to the holiday and all of that I'm going to shift Slacker's Dating Odyssey to Weds and Fri for this week only.
 
Sorta Date / Food Poisoning
 
So Wednesday was the little double date thing with the Mistress o' Charades, her boy Punster and Challenge Girl. This was all well and good except I hit one major hurdle well before the sorta date thing even began.
 
for lunch I decided to have chicken fingers and fries from our cafeteria, and it turns out that was an incredibly bad idea. At about 3, the stomach started protesting and by 4 I was having a very intense "conversation" with my garbage can. After a couple smaller "conversations" the Idiot Boss noticed and said "Well, you can go home if you want to." I informed him: "Oh I'll will certainly be leaving."
 
Being excessively tired after that and not wanting to drive anywhere feeling that tired I decided to take a nap in my car's back seat. After a 45 minute nap, I got up and decided I felt a little better and would head to where the date was supposed to be. That lasted for, oh, about 2 blocks. Just after I turned onto the on ramp of the interstate my stomach decided again it was not a happy camper. I pulled off the road onto the shoulder, quickly opened the door and had a small "conversation" with the gravel below.
 
Once back on the road I did feel a bit better but did have to make one quick stop at a gas station for other, umm, reasons. The rest of the drive though I did feel a good deal better so I decided not to cancel the little sorta date and just sipped water while waiting for everyone to arrive.
 
The date itself wasn't really all that great because I was basically worried the whole time about other "conversations" and wasn't able to get into some of the actual ones. It ended up being much more of a date with Punster than with Challenge Girl since he occupied the vast majority of the conversations that were had. I did order dinner, but only ate like three forkfuls. Though, that did finally give me a chance to get a decent reading on Punster and it definitely wasn't good.
 
The vibe I got was entirely fake, that almost everything about him is contrived. Even his supposed trademark puns were far to manufactured and even Challenge Girl, his roommate, commented that she usually got his humor but that it just didn't fit. It seemed like he basically wanted MoC around to be beautiful ornament for his flashy cars. I'm not sure if this was because I was around or what, but there must be a lot more to him behind the scenes, because I know MoC if far to phenomenal of a person to just be a trophy girl.
 
As for Challenge Girl, she was pretty, and the times I could get the conversation off punster on on her she had some very interesting convo in her. I'm not real sure if she wanted to be thee or not since she was a little subdued as well. After we were done with dinner MoC and Punster went inside the building to get some cash and I chatted with her a bit. I apologized for being so out of it since I didn't feel well and said I would take her out again sometime and gave her my number. I'm really not expecting to ever hear from her since it was most definitely an excessively underwhelming date.
 
Man do I have the worst luck when it comes to dating.
 
I went home and ended up feeling super crappy again. Called in sick to work again, I think I have like two days left for the year, and spent they day either sleeping, in the bathroom, or sipping kool-aid with one break at the Dr. Found out it was most likely a mild case of food poisoning because it wasn't the same symptoms of the stomach bug that had been going around. Friday was more re cooperating as well, but I did finally eat real food.
 
Saturday and spent with the family Back in Madison doing the normal holiday stuff and then came back up here on Monday.
 
 
So that brings us all to know and back to our regularly scheduled slacking! See you all tomorrow with the next book in the Odyssey Series: A Ferry Tale.
 
Keep slackin!

posted by Chief Slacker @ 2:00 PM,




6 Comments:

At Tue Apr 18, 07:54:00 PM, Blogger Kira said...

I have had food poisoning twice. However, both times I ended up in the hospital. Both times it was from a restaurant too. Sigh. Makes me very wary about what I eat and where!

Dating sucks. It's not just you. I lucked out in the end, but it took a while :P

 
At Wed Apr 19, 07:50:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Self-inflicted food poisoning is the worst.

 
At Thu Apr 20, 12:28:00 AM, Blogger The Nicsperiment said...

Dude, that sucks. Infected chicken fingers aren't the bomb.
At least you did get to go on the date, though, even if it wasn't the greatest date ever. Also, at least the poisoning didn't hit you during the date. Apparently, and you can take my word for it, chicks don't like when you puke on them...
Well, most chicks don't like when you puke on them.

 
At Thu Apr 20, 02:33:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've learned not to make comments like, "I haven't puked in years," as that always puts the jinx on me.

A couple of weeks ago I just thought "hey, it's been a while since I've been sick" and then I promptly missed four days of work due to some viral thing.

Nothing is as bad as the gastrointestinal stuff, though. (Even spelling it is a challenge.) Sorry to hear about your unfortunate evening.

 
At Thu Apr 20, 06:03:00 PM, Blogger Leesa said...

I've been there before...not good. Bad dates & Food poisoning!

 
At Fri Apr 21, 11:45:00 AM, Blogger Anisa said...

poor slacker!!

 

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