If you're into NBA basketball, you'll want to check out ESPN tonight and hear Larry Byrd talk about white players in the NBA. Here's the ESPN link to the interview, For 'Two on Two', It's all Bird.

SFGate.com had an article about the interview as well, Bird chirps: White America wants white basketball stars.

My aunties are such a trip. On Saturday, I took them to the City and made them ride BART. They kept asking me, "are we underneath the Bay yet?"

One of my aunties is this very snobby, hoity toity types, and she insisted we go to Neiman Marcus so she could buy me some clothes. Of course she knows I never shop there but she was trying to impress me and her other sisters or something.

I ended up buying two t-shirts in colours I didn't even want for $85 a piece. I really needed more white t-shirts to wear to work, but they were out of them and I didn't want to try on anything else. At the checkout, I grabbed another t-shirt, which was $45, and made my aunt buy me $250 worth of t-shirts. What a trip!

I really wanted her to buy me some jewelry or a new bag for work or a jean jacket, but I thought t-shirts would be less expensive. And I really needed white t-shirts but they were all sold out at Neiman Marcus and at Macys.

I complained to my other auntie that what I really wanted was a jean jacket, but that I didn't think Neiman Marcus carried any. We were shopping in the City again on Sunday, and the auntie that I was complaining to made me go into the Gap to buy a jean jacket. I didn't really want one, but I thought what the hell, I'll let buy it because I knew if I didn't she'd be mad at me till she flew home.

I have bad work karma. We have an intern starting next Tuesday, and I just knew she was going to get a new laptop. When I asked my bosses for a new laptop, they moaned and complained about not having enough money. Was that a lie or what?

I was so pissed I left at 5:15 pm. Screw working late if I can't even get decent equipment. I'm like whatever.

And that was just the capper on a bad day. I was sleepy this morning, so I had my eyes closed when I felt something touching the left side of my breast. Some jerk was touching my breast with his finger. What a creep!

I yelled at him and asked him what the heck he was doing with his finger, and jerkoff just looked at me stone faced. I was so upset I got up and move to the other side of the train. I was so agitated I ended up telling the two women next to me that the psycho across the way was feeling me up. They sympathized with me, but then said they see it all the time and that the train was full of sick people.

I looked up some some guy and he was just grinning, like he was just enjoying watching me get molested like that. What a freak! I should have just punched the guy out, but it was too early in the morning. God, that made me so mad I could feel my blood pressure rising! If I ever see that psycho on the train again, I'm going to punch him out.

I've never been felt up on the train before. I should never have closed my eyes like that. That was dumb!

Then I had my weekly meeting with my boss, and she asked if I could help out with a project that I knew the rest of the group was working on. I've been hearing them talk about it for awhile, and my boss said they needed help. There were three people working on the project.

So I get an email from one of the guys at 10 am, and he asks me to research two competitors for the competitive analysis that they were doing. But then when I looked at what they had done, I saw that between three people they had only managed to do four companies. I couldn't believe they were asking me to do two companies by myself. I was so mad! I'm like, what they heck where these people doing for the two weeks they've been working on the project.

So I emailed everyone back and said I only had time to do one, but then my boss emailed back and asked me to do one today and one tomorrow. I'm like whatever.

Then the guy who was supposedly running the project comes over to my desk and start explaining the project to me like I was really stupid. He didn't know that I had already starting working on it, and when I showed him what I had started he stopped talking.

At 3 pm, I finished the one company that I said I would do, and I could hear them saying how quick I was. I felt like screaming over the cubicle that I got it done so quickly because I work hard, and don't complain and moan all day like they've been doing for two weeks.

I couldn't believe those people had two weeks to do this project, and it still wasn't done. I would have finished it in one week by myself. Maybe I haven't seen all the work they did, but what the guy sent me didn't look it would take more than four days to complete.

Those three people don't even stay late either. They clock in and clock out on the dot, and then copmlain about how much work they have to do. I take that back. One guy stays late alot, and so does one woman occassionally, but the other guy jets out of there at 5 pm.

I think my boss had me do it because those four people were just dragging their feet on the project. I don't know. I'm pissed my boss made me work on the second company, but she knows I have the time.

I should stop complaining myself because I know I get paid double what the three people make, but still! That doesn't excuse bad work habits. I probably make triple what the damned intern makes and she's getting a new laptop. I hate that. I just totally hate that!

I bought some stocks over the weekend. After being out of the market for several years, it feels weird to buying stock again. I bought 200 shares of Silicon Image (SIMG), the company that makes the chips for high definition TVs.

My favorite Wall Street stock picker was very bullish on the stock and picked the stock up 3 months ago. I hope this stock tip pans out.

I would be happy if I doubled my money, but we'll see.

It's been a fast flying short week at work. I'm taking Friday day off to be with the family. My uncle is still in ICU, and I think everyone is fearing the worst. My uncle won't calm down and they say he's fighting all the things that are happening to him, and this is not good for his healing.

He's a stubborn guy, and I'm sure he's totally in denial about what's happening to him. The hospital has to keep him heavily sedated to keep him from thrashing around in his bed. He's either fighting or he's really scared and freaked out, and every time he wakes up he starts trying to get out of bed.

It's a trip having the family here. I found out one of my cousins graduated with honors from Texas A&M University.