Keith being Keith...

About a month ago I called B and told him that I might actually have a limit of how far my jackassery can go. I called him again last night and after Tuesday we decided there are no limits.

The main cafeteria in my building at work has been being remodeled for several months. It re-opened on Monday and there is a contest to name it. I have not entered a name but I have been referring to it as the 'Peach Pit.'

The CEO of my company is a Yankees fan and while I don't know how to rate him as a CEO he seems like a pretty normal guy. I've had 3 interactions with him. They went something like this:

1. We cross paths in the hallway and I give him the upward 'what up' head flick.
2. We cross paths in the hallway and I give him the downward respectful head nod.
3. I was on the elevator with him and two ladies. One of the ladies was holding a HUGE to go box of pasta. The elevator doors close and the CEO turns to the lady with the pasta and says 'Got enough pasta there?' It was hilarious.

I was noodling with a name for a cafeteria and for some reason thought about Yankee Stadium closing, which led to a thought about 'The House that Ruth Built,' which led to me connecting the CEO is a Yankees fan and his name is Russ, which led to the best cafeteria name ever --- 'The House that Russ Built.'

After some encouragement I decided to email him my idea. He emailed me back and said that he liked it.

'I didn't hear no bell. Get you son b because Mickey loves ya' ---

I've been having a bit of trouble getting out of bed lately. I've been waiting until the last possible minute to get up. I can get up, showered, dressed, ready to go, throw a Bagel-ful in my bag and be out the door in 17 minutes.

During that very last possible moment before I get up the dialogue from 32-36 seconds in the 'Rocky V' clip below goes through my head. I proceed to stagger around like Rocky does from 44-49 seconds on my way to the facilities.