GMIM: Post-birthday

Welcome to another installment of Good Mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

Clocking In 

Weather: Absolutely perfect
Traffic:  N/A (took the choo choo)
Breakfast: Half a crumb muffin and a Milky Way flavored iced coffee
Zach arrival time: 9:30-ish

Monday Mourning Metaphor

First and foremost: I didn’t get a Cosmic Coolatta

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I promised last week that I would review the newest drink craze that’s sweeping that nation. Well, I forgot to get one last week, so review is coming next week. I promise…

Celebrating your birthday when you’re no longer a child

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If you’re an absolute chump and don’t read my blog, you wouldn’t know that yesterday was my birthday. But I’m sort of under the impression that no one knew since no one donated to my personal Venmo yesterday (still open to “donation” at @zacharyadamgray). Nonetheless, Venmo remains available to anyone happy to give me late birthday donations.

Anywho, I had a little get-together yesterday with some family. Little grilling and booze, yard games, the works. Nice time. Here’s the thing though: every year I think of doing some sort of party, but it ends up being more work than I remember it requiring.

Things required in hosting a party Continue reading

GMIM: It’s Gonna Be May

Welcome to another installment of Good Mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

Clocking In 

Weather: On the cooler side
Traffic: I didn’t scream at anyone, so that was good
Breakfast: Glazed stick and small black coffee
Zach arrival time: Not late, I think

Monday Mourning Metaphor

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Dunkin Donuts debuts Cosmic Coolatta, attempt to win my heart over

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[Source] – Dunkin’ Donuts is launching a galaxy-inspired menu today full of two new Coolattas blended to look like nebulas and a donut covered in multi-colored popping candy that sounds truly out of this world.

Underneath, the Comet Candy Donut is a plain yeast donut with white icing but on top you’ll find an explosion of blue, purple and pink popping candy that taste like cotton candy.

In addition to the comet candy donut, there’s not just one, but two (!!!) different Cosmic Coolattas being released today. Each are a blend of two different flavors swirled together to create a nebula-like effect.

The Cosmic Cotton Candy Coolatta is a brand-new cotton candy flavored Coolatta topped off with Blue Raspberry, while the Cosmic Pineapple Coolatta is a blend of a new pineapple flavor with blue raspberry.

As a bonus, all small Coolattas in any flavor — including the new cotton candy and pineapple flavors—will be just $2 through May 27.

If you’ve been reading this blog on a regular basis, you’d know by now that I despise Starbucks and everything they stand for (bigotry, racism, capitalism, communism, slimeballery, etc). This hate I have doesn’t exactly mean I’m Team Dunkin, but this latest move might just reel me in like the stupid fish I am. Continue reading

GMIM: First Monday of March

Welcome to another installment of Good Mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

Clocking In

Weather: Cold and windy
Traffic: I was too tired to know how shitty it was
Breakfast: Sausage, egg, & cheese on a multigrain bagel, and a large dark roast (thin mint, two cream, one sugar)
Zach arrival time: 9:28 a.m. EST
Mornings without Starbucks: 322

Monday Mourning Metaphor

Me vs Mondays:

I refuse to pay for Spotify: MY COLUMN

Picture this: it’s Friday. Later afternoon in the office and the week is winding down. Projects are being finished, and some work is being pushed back as far as possible to avoid until Monday. Because it’s Friday, Zach has his world-famous playlist playing on his laptop speakers: Funk Fridays. Folks, if you haven’t gotten down with Funk Fridays yet, you haven’t lived. A little “Flashlight,” maybe some James Brown, or even a bit of Rick James never hurt nobody.

Anywho, the music is going and what comes on after three songs? An advertisement. Now I’m no ad junky, but I know it’s the price you pay in order to enjoy a little free music. I’ve had a Spotify account for five years now, and I’ve come to phase out the 20 Ziprecruiter  advertisements much like a degenerate, alcoholic father tunes out his children on a Wednesday night. But my coworkers? Nope, they’re crying like their drunk daddy won’t play Legos with them in their bedroom. So what’s my response? Increase the volume to drown out their crying. Continue reading

GMIM: Feb XIX

Welcome to another installment of Good Mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

Clocking In

Weather: Wade Boggs
Traffic: Not bad, but people on the train smell.
Breakfast: Chocolate mocha mint iced coffee (regular) and a jalapeño cheddar bagel with butter
Zach arrival time: 9:05 a.m. EST
Mornings without Starbucks: 308

Monday Mourning Metaphor

The Girl Scouts are taking all my money

I’ll be honest, I’m getting a little concerned about this. It feels like the Girl Scouts have been setting up their tables everywhere and slinging out cookies left and right. And who’s the sucker buying in? This guy. Continue reading

GMIM: Hot-Take Monday, Tennis Edition

Welcome to another installment of Good mourning, it’s Monday! This weekly blog looks to cover various topics in the news, along with personal stories or encounters from the past week at home and work to help you through your first day back at work (unless you don’t work). Hopefully my seven followers like this and share this to make it eight. Enjoy…

WARNING: THIS WEEK’S BLOG WILL FEATURE HOT-FIRE-FLAMES TAKES. THESE ARE OPINIONS (OR MAYBE FACTS) THAT’LL BE SURE TO GET YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS CHATTING IT UP AROUND THE WATER COOLER. MAKE SURE YOU ARE SEATED FOR THE DURATION OF YOUR READING PERIOD.

Is Wimbledon’s dress code racist against the colorblind and thicc people?

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It’s MLB’s All-Star week, which means the American sporting world has come to a halt. It’s especially dead this year since the All-Star game means nothing now thanks to Commissioner Rob Manfred’s choice to take away the whole “winner is the home team in the World Series and it means something now, guys” aspect. First he takes steroids away, then chewing tobacco is banned at parks, and now teams lose without consequence? Pretty soon he’ll be making players line up after games to give opponents high-fives and say “good game.” If we start praising Corey Kluber for shaking Aaron Judge’s hand after giving up a pair of bombs, then I guess we’ll have to be critical towards Cherokees for not thanking Andrew Jackson.

So as America’s Past-time takes a timeout, we have an opportunity to watch our friends across the pond scream and moan their way towards winning a plate and centerpiece. Yup, I’m talking about Wimbledon.

Most people covering the event will say the main story lines are Roger Federer’s quest to win yet again, Novak Djokovic’s attempt to be liked more than Roger, Rafael Nadal’s strategy to convince us he’s good at tennis when not playing on clay, Andy Murray’s journey towards being relevant in his own country, Serena Williams being pregnant, or Venus Williams being the best Williams sister in the tournament.

But the real story this year, and every year since 1877, is Wimbledon’s offensive dress code: players must wear all white. Continue reading