I was falling asleep at work today and I figured I really should get to sleep at a decent hour (though I probably won’t). I also had some more megacorp work to finish before tomorrow and
thought I’d better do that as well.
So, instead of anything interesting to me, I spent most of my time at my incredibly messy desk:
So, anyone silly enough to read about my monotonous life should see why the gym gets so much mention. It’s a lot more interesting than the three screens (usually only two) of TV, work, and intarweb.
According to my friend Darrell, who is the closest thing to a hipster that I know, anyone who isn’t in a band in Portland is a DJ. Well, Dave the trainer is also a DJ and told me he was spinning discs (or whatever they call it nowadays) tonight. Well, I had to fix some more broken stuff on my server (so I can get my home email at work, etc) so I missed out.
One of the more interesting topics of conversation at the gym (while Dave was torturing me) was pointing out the women who give us dirty looks. I did have some bad news, though, Jeni at the front desk is leaving. I can’t gossip with her anymore. I might actually have to start exercising.
I broke my gateway computer, which means I had no connection to the intarweb. That means my sister’s silly web site was offline and I was expecting phone calls from at least two people. I only got one call, from my sister, and she just wanted to know how large my ass had gotten lately. (Wanted to know my pants size for some reason. I hope she doesn’t get me plaid pants for Xmas.)
Speaking of my ass, there’s this weird sled thing at the gym. You put weights on it, and lie back, and push the weights up at an angle with your legs. It makes my ass sore. I know, I’m supposed to say, “HURR! MY GLUTES ARE REALLY BURNING!” but I think it’s funnier to say my ass hurts.
And today I got advice from some interesting people at Megacorp about how to attend an ex-girlfriend’s party:
(From a guy who used to be a roadie for the Eagles) show up with your new girlfriend, who just turned 18.
I think I should have done some work today, but I just wasn’t into it. It was much better to take that long nap in the afternoon. There was some point I was going to make, but like most of last week I think I’m too tired to make much of a point. Work is actually tiring me out. I kind of figured my new job would be like that, though. All work and no play. Not that play means that much to me anyway.
In case anyone thinks I’m still not over my ex, don’t worry about that. I just have no one else to talk about. I could tell you about the phone call I got from my sister, where she asked if I was on drugs because I was so tired. She ran in a race this morning and had some coffee afterwards and even at 7:30 in the evening she sounded like she was on meth. I don’t know where she got off telling me I sounded like I was on drugs.
See? Nobody else to talk about. Just me, work, and the gym.
Drunk and on the intarweb is a way I usually get in trouble: sending odd emails, etc. Once I even registered a domain name for $75/year and put up a web site making fun of a friend just because he was young and having more fun than I was.
I went to my ex-girlfriend’s Xmas party. When we first broke up I estimated that I’d have a girlfriend in a couple of years. It’s been four now. I think I’m behind.
In any case, my friends told me I was self-destructive and the people I didn’t know didn’t want to talk to me at all. Well, they were all nurses and busy talking about entrails and things. In all honesty, they might be on my new list of people to avoid dating:
Reed College graduates,
Stanford University graduates, and
psychiatric nurse practitioners.
It was fun, though, and I got to stay out late! (11:45PM!)
I sleep in a twin bed because, well, there’s only one of me and I don’t mind it. But my bedroom isn’t exactly heated, either and I have a pile of comforters on my bed (two wool blankets, one polyester blanket, one poly-fill comforter, one cheap down comforter) and I have to keep them all lined up to provide maximum warmth. I was just thinking, I wonder if it’s that hard on a bigger bed? Or do people buy decent comforters that don’t require stacking? Or maybe they just heat their bedrooms.
Well, I guess the Pella window guys are coming on the 20th of December to see if anything is loose. And tomorrow we’re supposed to have gusting east winds and that’ll surely make the window buzz and moan. Well, a week and a half and maybe it will be fixed.
I finally got out of the multi-day meeting at megacorp and I was beat. I went to the gym and worked out with Dave the Trainer for an hour but then I was ready to call it quits instead of hitting any of the cardio machines. He was starving and suggested that we all go to Joe’s Cellar, our local diner, and I ended up eating a chicken fried steak with eggs. I figure the grease was cut by the two Manhattans I had. And this was the first time I made it to the gym all week.
When the wind hits my window just right, it starts buzzing. It’s loud enough to wake me up and the wind has been blowing hard the past couple of nights. You’d figure for $2500 you wouldn’t have such an annoying problem. I have a call in to the repair facility but they haven’t called me back yet. Sheesh. This is one of the reasons I got a new window, because the old one made rattling noises!
Early today at megacorp I was told that the meeting was starting in five minutes. I had no idea when THE meeting was, but it’s a three day thing with two dinners. Sometime in the middle of the day I was able to cancel my evening appointments and got sucked into the black hole. I think I’m supposed to get some work done, as well. I’m not sure how, though.
Lately I’ve been working on some oddly written code for megacorp. And since megacorp has no sense when it comes to software schedules, I’m very, very late and there’s no leeway given. That means I’ve been spending a lot of my evenings and weekends trying to catch up. And just being stuck in this mess is kind of tiring me out.
Anyway, I’ve also been too tired to worry about much else. No more of that looking at match.com, no more looking at fastcupid.com, all just looking at code.
I think I’ve posted every picture I’ve taken, and obviously that hasn’t been many. Today I have a picture of the camera bag my sister made for me.
I spent a lot of the weekend trying to get some work for megacorp done. I haven’t progressed beyond what I had on Friday, which is about a quarter complete. I’m supposed to have it done by today. (Yeah, Sunday.) I think I’m going to be a disappointment here.
Someone asked how I knew the people at the party tonight. I said, “The porn store.” It was easier than explaining and I was getting close to being the last person at the party: the guy who gets kicked out. I can tell I’m getting old because I’m getting the bum’s rush at 11PM. It was a housewarming party and a lot of my friends aren’t having housewarming parties lately. In fact, many of them are hiring movers rather than asking friends for help. I think we’re all getting old.
