11:46pm

… PRESENTS!

We got this gift basket from the cosmetics company next door for being assh… ahem.. inconvenient to our parking situation.

However, due to the large amount of toner in the basket, the guys called it the “turnin’ 30” basket” and gave it to me. They further explained that they showed the folks next door my photo, asked them to throw in anything that that might make me “more caucasian”, and specifically asked them to put in a stick of deodorant.

Yeah. My bosses are hilarious assholes.

Left At Union Station

“If you fly to CA and go with me to comic con, I’ll go dressed like a school girl.” — The original terms of my deal with the devil.

It was there I was complimented on my “authentic japanese socks”, then asked to have a picture taken, and whether or not I was over 18 by an old creepy man with a camera.  Jay quickly said I wasn’t and dragged me away before I could continue my conversation with him.

What a cock block.