Not such a Sweet Day

Just a question, did everyone else in the world know that yesterday was Sweetest Day? Apparently I am just stupid. In the five years I was single I seem to have to forgotten what month this greeting card holiday was even in. Unfortunately my girlfriend did not, awkward huh?

Economic Crisis?

Well the economy may be going to hell, but gas prices are going down. So it was great not having to pay over fifty dollars for gas so I was really happy. I may be a horrible person, but screw everyone else I saved some money.

A Sickeningly Fun Weekend

Well I had a good weekend for the most part. I got to go out with my girlfriend, two of her friends, and Becky on Saturday night. Problem was I drank a lot. Very stupid. I don't remember most of the last bar we were at and I was so sick I couldn't leave my girlfriend's house. I have never been that drunk before, it was embarrassing. Nothing like spending time nauseous on the floor of your girlfriend's bathroom.

The next morning I only felt a little better so I was driven home and slept until noon. I woke up and decided not to waste any more of my weekend and went to visit my friends in Toledo. I had been invited up to celebrate my friend Maria passing a major point in her graduate program early in the week and I wanted to congratulate her. I went with them to the mall and helped babysit while the my friends were shopping and then we all went out to dinner. By then I was mostly over my nausea and could eat more than the crackers and tomato soup I had eaten earlier in the day. Except for the way I felt on Sunday it was a really good weekend. Next time I go out I am just not going to drink.

No Private Life

Well I was reminded today that nothing stays secret for long. I know that everyone in our small company knows I am dating some else at work. While I knew that this was a really badly kept secret but, I just assumed that it would stay quiet just a little longer. I just wanted to have no one at work knowing or caring about my personal life. Oh well, what is done is done. I don't care that much or anything, I just feel like my privacy is gone.

Other than that I have been really busy this week. Work has been busy with all of the college kids moving back in. I am still not done unpacking. I think that this is becoming an endless process. I am going home tomorrow for a family lunch thing at my grandma's house. So I have a hour and half drive each way to be there for a few hours to look forward to, great.

New Levels of Torture

The moving has been over for a week now, but the unpacking may have another week to go. My room is still in god awful shape, the rest of the place is only better because my roommate has done the work. I went out last night to buy several space bags to try to make my stuff fit. While I am not convinced that it will, I have to do something since it is making me go nuts. I can't stand bumping into stuff that is lying around. I have today off work and I am promising myself that I will have this at least mostly finished.

Meanwhile I have been more than a little distracted from the job hunt. I also had no Internet until Wednesday so my options were limited to say the least. The only thing that has gotten me through the last two at work has been the thought of quiting. Just like that horrible day I survived by scripting my resignation letter. I have to find something different before I loose what is left of my sanity.

Moving Day is here. I just want it to be over with. I finished all of the packing on Tuesday. I still have all of that last minute stuff to pack. I am also sure I will be totally overwhelmed by how much stuff I really have. I am still scared to loose so much closet space, but I am totally willing to do so to be rid of the bros next door. They were running through the halls screaming at midnight last night. I hate them. Oh well time to get going.

Work F***ing sucks

I had a horrible day. With out getting into anything specific I was treated really badly. If it was the first time I would maybe be able to deal with it, but this is something like the fifth. I am totally quitting, I just need to find a new job. Monday is when I intend talk to my bosses about it. After 11 years I am just done.

One of those moments

I know we all do stupid things, but why do I have the superhuman ability to make an ass out of myself? I chose the worst possible moment to do and say the wrong thing. I don't know if I just get nervous or I have a rare form of brain damage. All I know is that I have that moment when I realize that I just need to get out before it gets worse. I am stupid.

Just a comment

I just saw the movie 21 and it was really good.

A Pretty Good Week

Well I must say that this week has been kind of weird for me. I went out with friends twice, drank quite a bit, and got asked out on a date. None of these things usually happen for me. One I may on rare occasion go out with friends, but never usually twice in a week. When I do go out I don't normally get as drunk as I did. Not wasted drunk, but to the point where parts of the night get a little fuzzy. I even drank beer and I never drink beer. Until the very end of the night it was really fun.

Then last night I went out again and saw the Dark Knight. The movie was awesome. Not only from the comic geek prospective, mainly because it was just a good movie. It was even worth dragging myself up from a long nap. Afterward we all walked over to a nearby bar and had a few drinks. Then I was a little caught off guard when one of the girls that we were out with asked me out. More shocking was that she was not a raving lunatic. You see I haven't been out on a date or even tried to date in a while (five years). So after a long time of feeling like a social reject the thought that someone wanted to go out with me is a little strange. Anyway, I'll just see how it goes.

Trapped

Well today I was home for my parents thirtieth wedding anniversary. I thought that we were going to go out and have lunch at a nice restaurant with a bunch of my parents' friends and that would be it. Of course the plans were completely changed since I talked to mom last week. Now it was at my grandma's house (since grandma isn't well enough to go out) and it was now over five hours long. Oh my GOD. Five hours, and no one told me anything. I stupidly agreeded to ride with my parents and by doing so was stuck.

While I was stranded I saw the daughter of my mom's old friend. She is 18 and hopelessly shallow. Hearing her talk seriously made the vomit rise up the back of my throat. If that girl could text any more often or talk about how she deserved her own car, I would hit her. After half an hour of her vapid rantings I couldn't help thinking about how I had deeper conversations with her when she was six. So sad.

A Depressing Trek

The last week or so has been a little depressing. First I was told I was over a week behind on a project I didn't know I was supposed to be doing. This was told to me at a meeting where I was given an even more grim view of our store than I normally have. Just what I need to inspire me.

Later I went out with Winter and a new manager at the store. They wanted me to get drunk. I didn't, but I still had some fun. We were supposed to try fishbowls, but they have coconut rum and I don't like coconut at all. So no fishbowl for me. We went out again on Saturday with the same group plus a friend of the new manager. This was less enjoyable just because it was over 90 degrees. Nothing like feeling sweaty and smelly by the time you get to the bar.

Also I got some DVDs that I ordered online. Since I am a geek, yes they were Star Trek. I really enjoyed watching all twenty episodes from each of the various series. The original series and the next generation will always be my favorites, but I would be lying if I said I didn't like at least some of every series. My enjoyment may have started to drive my poor roommate to the brink of insanity since she is more of a Star Wars person.

As depressing end to my week my mom called me to say that my grandmother was put on oxygen. Not really a good sign. I try not to worry, but knowing someone you love is not in good health sucks. Now not being able to be there to see her sucks even more. It was all I could do not to make a trip home to visit.

Well my vacation is almost over. I must say it has been nice. I haven't actually done anything, but that alone has been wonderful. I have slept for ten hours almost every single day, got to go home and visit with my family, and even got a bit of a start on packing. Not to bad for a week. Unfortunately this is coming to an end. At four tomorrow I will back into another six months of work. Did I mention that I know I will be getting bitched at the moment I get in? The joy of not being at work for a week is that I have been blamed for some stuff that no one else was willing to take responsibility for. Nothing like more added dread in returning to work.

Well yesterday I found I had $600 in my checking account from the US government for "economic stimulus". So what do I do? I buy a new computer. I had been thinking about it for a while, and since I didn't need to use the money for anything else, I spent it. I am going to think of it as doing my part to help our economy.

Old people are Funny

Well yesterday was my last day before vacation and I just knew I couldn't have a day with no weirdness. About an hour or two before I was going to leave I had this strange old lady who has come to our store almost everyday for forever talk to me. I honestly hate her because she tries to tip the crew. I was the one who ended up helping her and she tried to tip me. I told her I could take it and that is when she said. "Well you'll need that money for when you start seeing girls."
I just lost it and after a struggling to contain the laughter I just told her that I was 26 and that I had been "seeing girls" for ten years. She mumbled something about me looking young for my age and went off to take a seat. Ah old people can be funny.

Yes I am a nerd, but I'm okay with it

Well I am finally so close to my vaction I can nearly taste it. After a full year of 50 hour minimum weeks, I have nearly lost my mind. In other work news my friend has now offically moved on after 3 years. It is sad for me, I miss the people that I work with that have become my family. At least it was another excuse to bring triple chocolate cake to work.

Also today I finally got my hair cut. Now it has only be about six weeks since my last haircut, but the last one, no make that several have been really bad. The last time they took a chunk out of each temple and I thought I was going bald for a few weeks. Thank you Winter and Julia for refuring me, she is really good.

Now to respond to my tag from Winter

1. Pick up nearest book
2. Open to page 123
3. Find 5th sentence
4. Post next 3 sentences
5. Tag 5 people

Okay, here is a fun one.

The Star Trek Encyclopedia.
(Yes Winter I know this is the part where you loudly scream NERD)

Drema IV. Fourth planet in the Selcundi Dream system, home to a humanoid civilization. Drema IV possesses the largest deposits of dilithium ore ever recorded.

Well I have no one to tag since all five bloggers I know have been tagged I'll do without that part.

Since when are guys so moody?

I work with so many moody people. I get it with the girls sometimes, but the real problem is the young guys. I never really thought of guys as emotional and moody, but the guys who are 6 to 10 years younger than me really are. Granted all of these guys I know from work which probably says a lot. It just seems that whenever I god forbid ask some guy at work to do his job, he sulks or mopes and just acts like an ass. Then one of the last ones was even mumbling something about beating me up for talking to him the way I had. Of course I had told him to get the hell out after he told me he quit. The next day another guy got in an argument with a girl at work and started slamming things around and trying to pick a fight with everybody else.
Also at work I have had other issues. My boss has been out a lot and I have been in charge, great right? No, absolute god awful mess. Everything possible broke. I spent almost the entire time on the phone with tech support people, calling in crew, and informing my other boss of the situation. When my boss got back what did I get? Not a thank you, but what ever I know I did the best I could in the situation.
After this I got a very rare weekend off. I went home for the weekend and saw my family. I even went out with my mom, aunt, cousin, and their assorted friends. It was weird being in a bar with my family. I don't think I have ever had a drink in front of them. In the end it was kind of fun.

How do you spend Your time?

I was realizing today that I spend far to much time at work in a homicidal rage. The thought of killing all the annoying masses of people around me for at least 4 hours of everyday is getting to be a bit much. I don't have the greatest job already and between being screamed at by random customers my crew went retarded today. I need a vacation, a year between vacations is too much.

Trying to find a reason to be hopeful

Today I traded shifts at work so I could have the morning off and for once work the night shift. I have said it before and I'll say it again working the open shift nearly kills me. Thanks to some things which are out of my control, that is all I have worked in 8 long weeks. So after a lovely day spent sleeping in and roaming around various blogs, I at least feel well rested. Even though it isn't a day off, it still feels like one.

The other day at work, half of our parking lot flooded. It suck, but we still had to open and try to serve our customers. By 4 o'clock I wanted to kill every customer that said, "Do you know you have a flooding problem" or "Can I make it through the water". It was annoying as hell. The only good thing is that I haven't been yelled at or called incompotant this week, but I still have two day to work yet this week.

Tuesday I went to the bank to deposit money that my grandmother gave me. Since it was a larger amount than I knew what to do with I talked to someone there to see what I should do with. While this nice woman was trying to help me I had to tell her about things like my income, my student loan and credit card debt, and my college education that doesn't really do anything for me. After spending an hour feeling nausous and depressed, I think we came up with a good plan to help me avoid completely ending up destitute.

Winter and I seem to have found a new place for to go in August at the end of our lease. It is on the first floor which may seem werid after almost six years in third floor apartments. Hopefully the landloards are a little less insane than the ones I have dealt with recently. I have only heard good things about them so far, so my fingers are crossed.

Hopefully everthing makes sence, since spell check just refuses to work today. Later.

Random Thoughts

Winter was saying yesterday that I should post more often, but without something to say I'll just put random bits of crap together.

Why is that once people get old that they think they are entitled to respect even though they are assholes? I would respect my elders if they weren't evil and trying to steal from me.

When did talking in abbreviations become appropriate in normal life? If you don't have the time to say the entire word keep you mouth shut.

I've noticed that my 10 hour work day is really more like a minimum of 11 hours a day. I don't know when I let that happen, but it has and their seems to be no stopping it.

As a comic geek I am really bummed that in Spider Man, Peter Parker and Mary Jane's marriage has been erased. A marriage that in real time existed for twenty years now never happened.

I realized that although I would love to have a girlfriend I don't have the ability to put up with the bullshit that you get with most girls. Is it sad that I am just to tired to try to date? I just don't have the energy to try to do get to know someone and deal with all of their baggage now too.

I think that this won't be a problem since the only people even mildly interested in me are gay men. If I have to feel any more awkward because some gay guy thinks I am cute I may just shoot myself.

Well that is it for now. Later.

Yeah, I guess I am a jerk.

It has been pointed out to me a lot lately that I am a jerk. It doesn't bother me that much, at all really. I guess about five or six years ago I just got sick of being a "nice" person who got stepped on all the time. I know it makes me selfish sometimes, but at least I don't feel taken advantage of all time anymore. I used to be the guy who do almost anything anyone would ask me to do. You need a ride home and live a hundred miles away, sure no problem. Need me to cover your shift at work so you can go get high, I sure will. You won't consider going out with me because you would rather sleep with my friend, that's great and can I get you a cup of coffee.

Really once I decided that I mattered and I deserved to be happy too, it was easy for me to be a jerk a lot of the time. Now if you ask me to do something I really don't want to do I'll tell you no and if you insist I'll very likely smile and tell you to go to hell. My life may suck a great amount of the time, but at the very least I can try to make myself happy.