Ya know, sometimes we all just want to kick back and toke up a joint or two (or four) while groovin’ at a Little Wa… pardon me… Lil’ Wayne concert. Hell, after enduring Super Bowl 42, I wanted to down a bottle of Valium with a gallon of Grey Goose. So, can we really blame Kevin Faulk (or as I like to call him, “the little bastard that could”) for wanting to puff a little wacky tobaccy? I mean, it’s not as if he was punching his wife or something.

Love ya, Kev!

Dear guy driving the big ugly van that tailgated me my entire commute home from work,

If you didn’t notice, it was snowing this afternoon. Also, if you didn’t notice, I was driving a crappy little Honda Civic. I’m not sure if you’ve ever driven a Honda Civic before but let me tell ya, they suck in the snow.

I am fully aware that I was driving a mere 30 miles per hour in a 30 MPH zone but if I drove any faster, I’d be risking a serious spin out and since you were so far up my rear end I find it hard to believe you’d be able to avoid hitting me when that happened. Also, I do not believe that risking life and limb is worth it just to appease you.

In closing, I’d like to ask that next time you DON’T drive so close that I can clearly watch you pick your nose in my rear view mirror.

Hate always,
Angela

P.S.

Things have been so screwed up since our office move. It’s been a nightmare actually. Couple the inadequacies of Verizon’s DSL service with the technological ineptitude of my bosses and you’ll spend a pointless afternoon in the office with a computer disconnected from all networks and internet. You can’t do anything on my work computer except play solitaire. Fun! Thank goodness for wifi theft and the good sense I had this morning when I decided to bring my laptop in or else I’d be dying of boredom.

I set a new personal record on Wednesday/Thursday when I was in the office until 5:30 a.m. sending newspapers. 5 freaking 30 in the A. M.! By the time I got home and settled into bed, my alarm clock sounded making it a full 24 hours of being awake.

My boss tries to give me some heaping pile of bull that he does me the favor by giving me Thursday off since I spend such a long day here Wednesday but when you are at work for more than 22 hours, it takes longer than one day to recover. I’m so tired, nothing has helped. I practically fell asleep in the shower, I had to force my eyes open as I drove here, and now, despite my third cup of coffee, I want to just put my head down and sleep.

OK, so let’s re-cap: I am exhausted and my work computer is offline (making today completely useless). But now, here’s the doosie – my boss, God love him, put an old photo of a prominent local businessman in this week’s paper. Beneath the photo, he created a little contest: guess the businessman and you win a $50 gift certificate to a local restaurant. He wrote, “Ask for Angela!” One problem, he didn’t tell me a) that he was putting that in and b) the answer. Ten minutes ago I had an uncomfortable conversation with a caller when she asked for me and screamed the man’s name. I’m like, “whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat the hell is this lady talking about?”

Don’t you wish you worked here? Don’t cha?

It’s been a long and miserable week for me since you-know-what. I’ve had a difficult time coping with the end of not only the dream of a perfect season but football in general. I’ve had to refocus my life and find something new to do.

You see, that’s the hardest part of all this. It’s not just the agonizing pain of failure, it’s trying to find something to do with myself while avoiding any mention of my beloved boys. I can no longer spend hours on end browsing ESPN.com. I can’t bring myself to listen to WEEI (no offense to the Celtics, but I’m not that interested). And no, I do not care that a truck loaded with baseball equipment just left Fenway Park for Ft. Myers. Perhaps the worst part of it all, I no longer have something to keep myself distracted while at work! Heaven, help me!

But things aren’t all bad. We finally moved into the new office (with heat!) and I’ve had just a barrel of laughs watching my boss spend FIVE HOURS on the phone with Dell tech support trying to figure out why our server was incessantly buzzing. He tried to pawn that task off on me but I’m not idiot. I’ve also finally gotten around to teaching myself to knit. Pink scarfs for everyone!

My dad and I also decided that we are going to drive out to Canton for Andre Tippett’s induction into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in August. Why the heck not? It’s been nearly seven years since we visited the, as we call it, oh hallowed grounds. Anyone wanna come?

Now, how long is it until training camp? Oh yeah… don’t remind me.

They survived Spygate, Run-It-Up-Gate, and 16-0-Gate, but they couldn’t survive the Giants’ pass rush. To say I’m crushed would be an understatement.

The Giants earned this one. They deserve it.