I just got older again.
One more year come and gone.
And you know what?
It was a pretty good one.
I've had better. But I've also had much worse.
On a scale of 1 - 5 with 1 = bad and 5 = awesome! I would give it a 3.5.
(A full breakdown of the scale is 1 = bad, 2 = meh, 3 = good, 4 = great, 5 = awesome!)
No party on the "day of" this year, so I got myself a good dinner instead. This time I opted for a Caesar salad, a gyro pizza (that's a pizza with gyro meat, tomato, onion, green pepper, feta, mozzarella and something like tzatziki sauce) and tiramisu from Umbria Pizza (the link goes to a pdf, so if you don't have Acrobat or some other pdf reader don't click it). The place is new and this is the first time I've tried them. They're awesome! I think next time I will try the tropical chicken pizza.
So this year I've gotten a few cool presents. So far I've gotten some cash - Thanks Grandma and Art!), a book (Stardust by Neil Gaiman) and a game (Mass Effect)- Thanks Rombachs, and some software to teach me Japanese - Thanks mom! I think there are a few more to come, but even if there's not I got some good stuff.
Ummm...
That's All Folks!
(now imagine the Merrie Melodies music!)
Mr. W has got to do something with one of these gifts... RiGHT NoW!
3.21.2008
Hello world.
"Hello world." that really should have been the title of my first post. You know, as a programmer joke!
Because, I'm a programmer.
It really is a joke.
What? You don't believe me?
Well, you should. I speak from a position of authority here.
I am so an authority!
Seriously, it's a joke because every time you read a book or go take a class to learn a new programming language one of the first lessons is, inevitably, one that teaches you how to make the phrase "Hwllo world." appear on the screen.
It is so funny! You just don't get it.
Look, I understand that a joke loses it's humor value when it has to be explained...
It's just that...
HEY!
It's not my fault that you don't get it! It's not my fault that my frame of reference includes so many things that you've never been exposed to!
IT'S FUNNY!
No, it has nothing to do with that.
No.
No.
You should really just take my word for this.
I don't care if you want to. It's not a question. Just take my word for it!
...
...
Fine. Just change the subject then. What do you want to talk about.
I am not angry.
No, I'm not.
Fine believe what you want, I'm going to go play Overlord.
I JUST GOT IT FROM GAMEFLY TODAY! I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO PLAY IT AT ALL YET.
Whatever, this isn't going anywhere. I'm done.
Just do whatever you want.
I'm over this, and I'm not going to talk about it anymore.
You'll have to figure that out for yourself.
Mmm-hmm...
Uh-huh...
Yeah fine.
Ok.
...
Sorry about that everyone. I try not to make these things public, but you know how it goes. I wanted to tell you something interesting, but I see I've gone on too long already. I'm just going to call it a night.
Goodnight world.
IT IS SO, FUNNY!!!!
DAMNIT!!!
Because, I'm a programmer.
It really is a joke.
What? You don't believe me?
Well, you should. I speak from a position of authority here.
I am so an authority!
Seriously, it's a joke because every time you read a book or go take a class to learn a new programming language one of the first lessons is, inevitably, one that teaches you how to make the phrase "Hwllo world." appear on the screen.
It is so funny! You just don't get it.
Look, I understand that a joke loses it's humor value when it has to be explained...
It's just that...
HEY!
It's not my fault that you don't get it! It's not my fault that my frame of reference includes so many things that you've never been exposed to!
IT'S FUNNY!
No, it has nothing to do with that.
No.
No.
You should really just take my word for this.
I don't care if you want to. It's not a question. Just take my word for it!
...
...
Fine. Just change the subject then. What do you want to talk about.
I am not angry.
No, I'm not.
Fine believe what you want, I'm going to go play Overlord.
I JUST GOT IT FROM GAMEFLY TODAY! I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO PLAY IT AT ALL YET.
Whatever, this isn't going anywhere. I'm done.
Just do whatever you want.
I'm over this, and I'm not going to talk about it anymore.
You'll have to figure that out for yourself.
Mmm-hmm...
Uh-huh...
Yeah fine.
Ok.
...
Sorry about that everyone. I try not to make these things public, but you know how it goes. I wanted to tell you something interesting, but I see I've gone on too long already. I'm just going to call it a night.
Goodnight world.
IT IS SO, FUNNY!!!!
DAMNIT!!!
3.20.2008
Enough with the dream stuff...
So yesterday I wrote about my dream, but I forgot to mention that I went to visit some friends. Mr W got invited to dinner at his friend's house yesterday. Dinner was great, but even better, I got to play with a dog and a baby!
Fred.
Fred is an awesome dog. I'm not sure what his racial heritage is, but I think he's got a bit of bull terrier in him or something. At any rate, he is a cool dog. He's got that fun under-bite that some dogs have, where the canine teeth on his lower jaw stick out farther than the ones on his upper jaw and it creates a cool look for him. Even better though, he digs me. I guess that's not really a surprise since I'm one of those people who likes dogs, probably a bit more than I like most people. Anyway it was an awful lot of fun to visit him.
Also it was fun to see his people. The Carpenters are good people, and the little Carpenter is one cute little fellow. The last time I saw him he was about a day old, and now at 2 months he is significantly bigger than the I remember him. Also he is much more grunty. He has a whole repertoire of sounds he can make now. Most of which appear to be grunts of one sort or another. And a little crying, but he still cries like an infant and not like a baby that has figured out how to use his full lung capacity for screaming. But most importantly, little Alex is one cute little fellow. When he decided that he was done complaining he spent a good long time just being interested in what was going on around him. Lots of looking. And quite a bit of wiggling too.
I had plenty of opportunities to poke at him, and he really took it well.
Oh, and I should mention, he no longer looks like a little tiny old man. Now he looks like a cute little baby.
And he better keep it up.
I expect to have a cute little baby to poke at every time I go visit them. And if he doesn't keep up his end of the bargain, so help me... I am just going to... tickle him or something. And if that doesn't work, then I'll have to move on to his parents. They won't like it, but I know how to tickle real good. So someone will be laughing, even if it's not the baby.
Fair warning.
OH NO!!!!
It's past my bedtime!
Mr. W's pj's are waiting, and they're not patient.
G'night
Fred.
Fred is an awesome dog. I'm not sure what his racial heritage is, but I think he's got a bit of bull terrier in him or something. At any rate, he is a cool dog. He's got that fun under-bite that some dogs have, where the canine teeth on his lower jaw stick out farther than the ones on his upper jaw and it creates a cool look for him. Even better though, he digs me. I guess that's not really a surprise since I'm one of those people who likes dogs, probably a bit more than I like most people. Anyway it was an awful lot of fun to visit him.
Also it was fun to see his people. The Carpenters are good people, and the little Carpenter is one cute little fellow. The last time I saw him he was about a day old, and now at 2 months he is significantly bigger than the I remember him. Also he is much more grunty. He has a whole repertoire of sounds he can make now. Most of which appear to be grunts of one sort or another. And a little crying, but he still cries like an infant and not like a baby that has figured out how to use his full lung capacity for screaming. But most importantly, little Alex is one cute little fellow. When he decided that he was done complaining he spent a good long time just being interested in what was going on around him. Lots of looking. And quite a bit of wiggling too.
I had plenty of opportunities to poke at him, and he really took it well.
Oh, and I should mention, he no longer looks like a little tiny old man. Now he looks like a cute little baby.
And he better keep it up.
I expect to have a cute little baby to poke at every time I go visit them. And if he doesn't keep up his end of the bargain, so help me... I am just going to... tickle him or something. And if that doesn't work, then I'll have to move on to his parents. They won't like it, but I know how to tickle real good. So someone will be laughing, even if it's not the baby.
Fair warning.
OH NO!!!!
It's past my bedtime!
Mr. W's pj's are waiting, and they're not patient.
G'night
3.18.2008
The other night I had a dream
Now, I know, most people don't really care to hear about dreams that other people have. But, I don't care. I am going to describe my dream anyway. It was a new one to me. I think it's just a variation on the anxiety dreams that I get from time to time, but it was special, because it was a new scenario. Here goes...
I was standing in a dark room. There was enough light to see who else was there, but not enough to see the walls. There were four other people in the room. One was a woman roughly my age, and I knew that she was a friend, and that I wanted to protect her. The other three people were young. Two of them appeared to be in their late teens, a boy and a girl, and the third was in his early teens. As we were standing there talking the three of them were becoming more and more agitated. The older boy was the first to lose control. As he lost control, the teenage girl reached out and slapped his cheek. As her slap landed some kind of black goo came out of his pores and got on her hand. As she pulled her hand away the skin from his cheek went with it. Underneath his skin was all black ooze. It began to drip. The girls hand now had a patch of the boy's skin stuck to it, and instead of blood on the exposed side there was more of the black goo. Obviously disgusted, she shook the skin off of her hand. Then she reached up to her own cheek and scratched. Her skin peeled away, revealing the same black goo that was revealed by her striking the older boy. Seeing this, the three of them began to scream. As their screaming grew louder more of their skin fell away from their bodies, revealing more and more black goo. Then their eyes lit up with red light.
The moment that the first slap landed I told the woman next to me that we needed to start running. But at first we didn't move. We were transfixed by the horror unfolding before our eyes. Then we ran.
But they gave chase.
And we continued to run.
But before long we became tired, and realized that we needed some place to hide.
It was then that we stumbled upon a room that was full of places to hide. And we hid. I turned to the woman and told her that we would be ok, that there was no way they would find us. Then the "children" ran into the room. Now their faces were all covered in the black goo. And it was dripping. And they were looking for us.
This is when I began to feel the terror.
I've never really been frightened by a dream before, but this time...
This time I really felt the fear. I was scared.
The children of the goo began to run out of the room, and so I stood up and moved toward the woman I hoped to protect. But I moved too soon. They came back.
I found myself staring into the faces, well, not really faces anymore, of what had previously been children. Instead of faces there was more black goo. It formed a rough approximation of human faces, but really, they just looked like monsters.
Then it was over.
I woke up.
But even then I was struck by how powerful the terror I felt had been. I was truly afraid. I... I have not felt such fear ever before.
It was terrifying.
I hope that I don't have to go through that again.
That's enough.
Mr. W is done.
I was standing in a dark room. There was enough light to see who else was there, but not enough to see the walls. There were four other people in the room. One was a woman roughly my age, and I knew that she was a friend, and that I wanted to protect her. The other three people were young. Two of them appeared to be in their late teens, a boy and a girl, and the third was in his early teens. As we were standing there talking the three of them were becoming more and more agitated. The older boy was the first to lose control. As he lost control, the teenage girl reached out and slapped his cheek. As her slap landed some kind of black goo came out of his pores and got on her hand. As she pulled her hand away the skin from his cheek went with it. Underneath his skin was all black ooze. It began to drip. The girls hand now had a patch of the boy's skin stuck to it, and instead of blood on the exposed side there was more of the black goo. Obviously disgusted, she shook the skin off of her hand. Then she reached up to her own cheek and scratched. Her skin peeled away, revealing the same black goo that was revealed by her striking the older boy. Seeing this, the three of them began to scream. As their screaming grew louder more of their skin fell away from their bodies, revealing more and more black goo. Then their eyes lit up with red light.
The moment that the first slap landed I told the woman next to me that we needed to start running. But at first we didn't move. We were transfixed by the horror unfolding before our eyes. Then we ran.
But they gave chase.
And we continued to run.
But before long we became tired, and realized that we needed some place to hide.
It was then that we stumbled upon a room that was full of places to hide. And we hid. I turned to the woman and told her that we would be ok, that there was no way they would find us. Then the "children" ran into the room. Now their faces were all covered in the black goo. And it was dripping. And they were looking for us.
This is when I began to feel the terror.
I've never really been frightened by a dream before, but this time...
This time I really felt the fear. I was scared.
The children of the goo began to run out of the room, and so I stood up and moved toward the woman I hoped to protect. But I moved too soon. They came back.
I found myself staring into the faces, well, not really faces anymore, of what had previously been children. Instead of faces there was more black goo. It formed a rough approximation of human faces, but really, they just looked like monsters.
Then it was over.
I woke up.
But even then I was struck by how powerful the terror I felt had been. I was truly afraid. I... I have not felt such fear ever before.
It was terrifying.
I hope that I don't have to go through that again.
That's enough.
Mr. W is done.
3.17.2008
Bleach
Most folks don't care. but I know of one who does...
So this is a heads-up for that one...
The current story arc in Bleach ends at episode 63. And it's a good story.
So, there you have it.
If you didn't wanna know that.... well... that's too bad, cause it's too late now.
(... please don't shoot me with anything painful ...)
Mr. W is thinking about buying body armor
So this is a heads-up for that one...
The current story arc in Bleach ends at episode 63. And it's a good story.
So, there you have it.
If you didn't wanna know that.... well... that's too bad, cause it's too late now.
(... please don't shoot me with anything painful ...)
Mr. W is thinking about buying body armor
It is time.
Time to blog again.
So here I go...
So I have a couple appointments this week. One will fit me for a little machine to help me sleep. The other is to check up on the meds I take for blood pressure. I'm kinda nervous about the the first one...
It's not the appointment itself that concerns me. It's what comes afterwards that I'm thinking about. If all goes well, this little machine could be the help I need to effect all kinds of positive changes in my life. A panacea, of sorts. But I also find that I can't let myself believe that... It seems like I should have to work harder than that.
I guess we'll see.
Tomorrow it begins.
In lighter news...
You should watch this.
Because:
1. Dachshunds are cool.
2. Dachshunds who can entertain themselves are even cooler.
So, in summation:
My life may change for the better in the near future, and dachshunds are AWESOME!
That's all I've got.
I'm...
I'm gonna go now.
Mr. W is going to go over there now.
(Mr. W also just mistyped his name as Mr. E and noticed that Mr. E would have been a much cooler name. (Cooler due to mysteriousness.))
So here I go...
So I have a couple appointments this week. One will fit me for a little machine to help me sleep. The other is to check up on the meds I take for blood pressure. I'm kinda nervous about the the first one...
It's not the appointment itself that concerns me. It's what comes afterwards that I'm thinking about. If all goes well, this little machine could be the help I need to effect all kinds of positive changes in my life. A panacea, of sorts. But I also find that I can't let myself believe that... It seems like I should have to work harder than that.
I guess we'll see.
Tomorrow it begins.
In lighter news...
You should watch this.
Because:
1. Dachshunds are cool.
2. Dachshunds who can entertain themselves are even cooler.
So, in summation:
My life may change for the better in the near future, and dachshunds are AWESOME!
That's all I've got.
I'm...
I'm gonna go now.
Mr. W is going to go over there now.
(Mr. W also just mistyped his name as Mr. E and noticed that Mr. E would have been a much cooler name. (Cooler due to mysteriousness.))
3.08.2008
Hey! Know what? It's anime night on Adult Swim!
That's right.
Anime night.
So I'm going to watch Bleach and work on this here post.
(I haven't even given it a title yet!)
But it's gonna be a good one, I can feeeel it. (that's feel with 4 e's because that's how much I feel it)
Oop... show's on...
...
...
...
Opening credits sure are long...
That was a good episode of Bleach.
Problem is, it was a cliff-hanger. Ichigo just achieved a new level of strength and he's about to show it off!
THAT SHALL NOT STAND!!!
Luckily I have downloaded the first 200 episodes of Bleach so I can just go ahead and watch episode 55 right now and find out what happens...
in fact...
That is what I'm gonna do.
Video TIMe!!!
...
Now where is that...
...
Ok so now I'm up to episode 59 and there has not been a nice break in the action.
I guess I'll have to keep going... tomorrow... daylight savings time just turned 1:59am into 3:00am and that just sucks.
ABOLISH DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME! It doesn't save anything and it messes up peoples' sleep. Change the clocks by a half hour and leave it at that. Forever*.
(*while maintaining strict adherence to the standard calendar and correcting for the errors inherent in said calendar. Thank you.)
Then take a nap.
IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
You know you should get more sleep at night. There's just no time.
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT!!!
For that nap.
"It could be sweet.
Like a long forgotten dream." (-- I took that from Portishead...)
Um... yeah, so...
late,
sleep,
now.
Bye!
That's right.
Anime night.
So I'm going to watch Bleach and work on this here post.
(I haven't even given it a title yet!)
But it's gonna be a good one, I can feeeel it. (that's feel with 4 e's because that's how much I feel it)
Oop... show's on...
...
...
...
Opening credits sure are long...
That was a good episode of Bleach.
Problem is, it was a cliff-hanger. Ichigo just achieved a new level of strength and he's about to show it off!
THAT SHALL NOT STAND!!!
Luckily I have downloaded the first 200 episodes of Bleach so I can just go ahead and watch episode 55 right now and find out what happens...
in fact...
That is what I'm gonna do.
Video TIMe!!!
...
Now where is that...
...
Ok so now I'm up to episode 59 and there has not been a nice break in the action.
I guess I'll have to keep going... tomorrow... daylight savings time just turned 1:59am into 3:00am and that just sucks.
ABOLISH DAYLIGHT SAVINGS TIME! It doesn't save anything and it messes up peoples' sleep. Change the clocks by a half hour and leave it at that. Forever*.
(*while maintaining strict adherence to the standard calendar and correcting for the errors inherent in said calendar. Thank you.)
Then take a nap.
IT'S GOOD FOR YOU!
You know you should get more sleep at night. There's just no time.
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT!!!
For that nap.
"It could be sweet.
Like a long forgotten dream." (-- I took that from Portishead...)
Um... yeah, so...
late,
sleep,
now.
Bye!
3.04.2008
Vut wait, there's more!
Now as part of this limited time offer!
So once again I don't have anything to write about but I want the internet to know about it!!!
Look! You can read American Gods for free! (through the end of March.)
So far I'm through 300 pages and it's a good story.
Hi internet, how's it goin?
This limited time offer is only good for the next 30 minutes so ACT NOW!
Variations on a theme.
(That's not connected to anything else, I just needed to type it.)
So I'm still sitting here and I'm not overflowing with ideas for this blog. I guess I'm just going to leave it at this.
So once again I don't have anything to write about but I want the internet to know about it!!!
Look! You can read American Gods for free! (through the end of March.)
So far I'm through 300 pages and it's a good story.
Hi internet, how's it goin?
This limited time offer is only good for the next 30 minutes so ACT NOW!
Variations on a theme.
(That's not connected to anything else, I just needed to type it.)
So I'm still sitting here and I'm not overflowing with ideas for this blog. I guess I'm just going to leave it at this.
3.03.2008
"I write the B-sides, that make a small portion of the world cry."
(title in quotes due to it being a lyric swiped from Eels.)
I don't post much on this here blog.
That's too bad.
I'm just sitting here wasting all this web space. -=sIGh=-
That may be, but I am posting now, so it's all good, right?
The problem is I don't have any idea for this post, I was just sitting at home watching Intervention on A&E and as I watched a girl addicted to heroin and cocaine go to rehab and then her anorexic/bulimic mother also go into treatment I thought... I SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET!!!
So here I am.
Writing on the internet.
It's like throwing rocks in a river, you know.
Satisfying.
Yet futile.
The river doesn't care about those little rocks, and the splash is fleeting.
"Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day..." -- "Mr. E's Beautiful Blues" - Eels
So some doctors told me that I don't sleep like I'm supposed to, and this is likely something that has been going on for quite some time. So effectively, the 8 hours of sleep I've been getting at night has had the quality of 4-6 real hours of sleep... I FORGOT HOW TO SLEEP!!!
Unbelievable.
Not really... it's a regularly diagnosed condition that affects lots of people.
It's handy though right... I just have to look at it this way...
By many measures, I have been successful for the last 7 years. And it appears that for at least the last half of it I have been basically sleep deprived. Neat.
"Now witness the power of this fully armed and operational battle station." - Palpatine
Should be interesting to see what life looks like through fully rested eyes. I'll bet it looks familiar. Like something I've seen before but I can't quite place. Or maybe it will just be what I see everyday, but clearer. Like going from an old TV to Hi-Def... suddenly I'll be able to see what I'd been missing because of the lack of resolution.
Problem is...
I basically find people annoying and obnoxious.
(I should qualify that)
By "people" I am referring to folks that I don't know who manage to intrude on my consciousness.
(I should qualify that)
By intrude, I mean that they unreasonably interfere with what I'm doing, generally without being aware that they bothered anyone.
So... that's what happens when I think about work and try to do some blogging. It makes me want to share how I judge so many of my coworkers to be deficient. That's clearly a sign that my psyche is totally in balance and that I have nothing troubling me at all... right!
Because
they really are that bad.
They work in customer service and sales for goodness sake!
CUSTOMER SERVICE!
AND SALES!!!
They make a living by having a fake exterior.
Cannot be trusted.
Nuh-uh.
Don't trust'em.
Aaaaaaaannnnnyway....
I guess work has been bugging me.
MUST
KEEP
VENTING!!!!!
Ok so here's the thing.
There are different sales groups at the company I work for.
In general I find the personalities of sales people to be grating. I don't like'em.
And this group has an unfortunate tradition. Every time one of the members of the team makes a sale they ring a bell (the bells range from a cow bell to one of those little bells that usually have a "Ring For Service" sign on them). That's not the problem.
After they ring their bell....
After that...
people cheer
people clap
fairly often someone uses a "clapping" noisemaker
sometimes someone sounds an air horn
If it only lasted 3-5 seconds it probably wouldn't bother me.
If they didn't sit close enough to me that their noise bothers me even when I have headphones on it probably wouldn't bother me.
But if it only lasted 3-5 seconds and was farther away I wouldn't be complaining about it on the internet!
COMPLAINING ON THE INTERNET!!!
(I really just want to be an angsty teen again so that I can post all these personal conflicts and believe that they are SO ImPoRtAnT!)
'Cuz, no one else has ever felt like this ever. Ever.
Right, so this has really been a worthwhile endeavor, no?
It has only taken a couple hours... well, still only 15 minutes of writing time, but I did open this document quite some time ago.
SHhhhhHHHhh!
You're supposed to tell the internet that this was easy and that there is nothing even a little bit difficult about being on the internet.
Since, heck, kids can do all kinds of things with technology these days... as long as you give them functional complex technology that is guaranteed to work... then they're just whizzes at the inTerNet.
I'm gonna have to wander of now.
I hope you've enjoyed my blog post.
I enjoyed writing it.
I will also, no doubt, enjoy going back and re-reading this. I'll have to do this "Open Ended Blog Evening" style post again sometime.
Type type type type. Type type.
Mr. W wrote this
(but he is pretending to be someone else at this time)
Herr W wird Karikaturen aufpassen
-- start geek humor --
that's car- I say that's cartoons, son!
Boy don't listen to a thing I say....
all your base are belong to us! (I'm a sucker for old meme's)
xkcd.com
.... that's all I got right now....
WAIT!!!!
Best real headline ever!!!
...skywalkers...
If you don't get it... watch Star Wars episodes 4-6 a bunch of times... or, just understand that geek humor is beyond you, and just live out your happy little life.
-- end geek humor --
(show's over- nothing to see here)
I don't post much on this here blog.
That's too bad.
I'm just sitting here wasting all this web space. -=sIGh=-
That may be, but I am posting now, so it's all good, right?
The problem is I don't have any idea for this post, I was just sitting at home watching Intervention on A&E and as I watched a girl addicted to heroin and cocaine go to rehab and then her anorexic/bulimic mother also go into treatment I thought... I SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING ON THE INTERNET!!!
So here I am.
Writing on the internet.
It's like throwing rocks in a river, you know.
Satisfying.
Yet futile.
The river doesn't care about those little rocks, and the splash is fleeting.
"Goddamn right, it's a beautiful day..." -- "Mr. E's Beautiful Blues" - Eels
So some doctors told me that I don't sleep like I'm supposed to, and this is likely something that has been going on for quite some time. So effectively, the 8 hours of sleep I've been getting at night has had the quality of 4-6 real hours of sleep... I FORGOT HOW TO SLEEP!!!
Unbelievable.
Not really... it's a regularly diagnosed condition that affects lots of people.
It's handy though right... I just have to look at it this way...
By many measures, I have been successful for the last 7 years. And it appears that for at least the last half of it I have been basically sleep deprived. Neat.
"Now witness the power of this fully armed and operational battle station." - Palpatine
Should be interesting to see what life looks like through fully rested eyes. I'll bet it looks familiar. Like something I've seen before but I can't quite place. Or maybe it will just be what I see everyday, but clearer. Like going from an old TV to Hi-Def... suddenly I'll be able to see what I'd been missing because of the lack of resolution.
Problem is...
I basically find people annoying and obnoxious.
(I should qualify that)
By "people" I am referring to folks that I don't know who manage to intrude on my consciousness.
(I should qualify that)
By intrude, I mean that they unreasonably interfere with what I'm doing, generally without being aware that they bothered anyone.
So... that's what happens when I think about work and try to do some blogging. It makes me want to share how I judge so many of my coworkers to be deficient. That's clearly a sign that my psyche is totally in balance and that I have nothing troubling me at all... right!
Because
they really are that bad.
They work in customer service and sales for goodness sake!
CUSTOMER SERVICE!
AND SALES!!!
They make a living by having a fake exterior.
Cannot be trusted.
Nuh-uh.
Don't trust'em.
Aaaaaaaannnnnyway....
I guess work has been bugging me.
MUST
KEEP
VENTING!!!!!
Ok so here's the thing.
There are different sales groups at the company I work for.
In general I find the personalities of sales people to be grating. I don't like'em.
And this group has an unfortunate tradition. Every time one of the members of the team makes a sale they ring a bell (the bells range from a cow bell to one of those little bells that usually have a "Ring For Service" sign on them). That's not the problem.
After they ring their bell....
After that...
people cheer
people clap
fairly often someone uses a "clapping" noisemaker
sometimes someone sounds an air horn
If it only lasted 3-5 seconds it probably wouldn't bother me.
If they didn't sit close enough to me that their noise bothers me even when I have headphones on it probably wouldn't bother me.
But if it only lasted 3-5 seconds and was farther away I wouldn't be complaining about it on the internet!
COMPLAINING ON THE INTERNET!!!
(I really just want to be an angsty teen again so that I can post all these personal conflicts and believe that they are SO ImPoRtAnT!)
'Cuz, no one else has ever felt like this ever. Ever.
Right, so this has really been a worthwhile endeavor, no?
It has only taken a couple hours... well, still only 15 minutes of writing time, but I did open this document quite some time ago.
SHhhhhHHHhh!
You're supposed to tell the internet that this was easy and that there is nothing even a little bit difficult about being on the internet.
Since, heck, kids can do all kinds of things with technology these days... as long as you give them functional complex technology that is guaranteed to work... then they're just whizzes at the inTerNet.
I'm gonna have to wander of now.
I hope you've enjoyed my blog post.
I enjoyed writing it.
I will also, no doubt, enjoy going back and re-reading this. I'll have to do this "Open Ended Blog Evening" style post again sometime.
Type type type type. Type type.
Mr. W wrote this
(but he is pretending to be someone else at this time)
Herr W wird Karikaturen aufpassen
-- start geek humor --
Boy don't listen to a thing I say....
all your base are belong to us! (I'm a sucker for old meme's)
xkcd.com
.... that's all I got right now....
WAIT!!!!
Best real headline ever!!!
...skywalkers...
If you don't get it... watch Star Wars episodes 4-6 a bunch of times... or, just understand that geek humor is beyond you, and just live out your happy little life.
-- end geek humor --
(show's over- nothing to see here)
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