blog happy, battery acid, and sensitivity
Ok, this is three entries in one day. That's a bit too much. I need to find less things to rant about.
So I managed to get a sizeable amount of battery acid on my hands tonight. That's awesome. Just what I needed.. My hands feel oddly numb at the moment, but there is no visible (to my color blind eyes) damage to my skin at the moment. Let's hope there is no real damage.
So a female friend of mine (who will remain nameless) sent a message about my "planning" entry saying how I was "so sensitive". Well, I assure you, that is more psychoanalysis and less sensitivity. One of my interests is human behavior. I enjoy watching friends and family and noticing tendencies and actions that make up who they are. Yeah, I know, for those educated in psychology that's not really psychoanalysis, but get over yourself, it's a blog, not a medical journal. Anyways, this often helps me give them advice, other times it warns me of people I really don't want to be hanging around. So sometimes I turn that interest on myself and realize things, from past mistakes, or actions, that can help life be that much better. I assure you I won't be reading self help books or weeping into silk blankets anytime soon folks.. so get over it =).
lame shit
Wow, that previous post was way too heart felt and open. I need to talk about killing someone now. So I think I will.
One of the guys I work with has me frustrated, no, FUCKING PISSED OFF, beyond belief. I've told my boss I'm fed up, and still nothing happens. I've told the guy what he does in case maybe he's just that completely socially inept and doesn't realize it. I've ignored him. Still, nothing has changed and it has been *six* months. Do I ask to be changed to another project or even department? Do I look for another job? Do I kick the living shit out of him and leave him for dead? Hrm. I like that last one.. We'll see. The boss is coming to town on Thursday, I'll tell him how fed up I am, maybe something can change. It's amazing how bad one person can be.. In six years of work I have dealt with some real morons. A guy from Alabama who couldn't write complete sentences, a woman with the voice of satan who threatened my job repeatedly, etc.. and this guy is easily ten times as bad. Words just can't explain it.
on call, fast food, sleep, and clarification
So my on call weekend of 72 hours concluded without a single official escalation. There was some things I helped out with during business hours on Friday, but my weekend was not interrupted once. It definitely pays to have those scheduled during the end of the month maintenance moratorium. Ironically enough, my next shift is during the week, but also during an end of the month moratorium. I'm lucking out here =).
So Lori read three (or was it four?) books last week. Wow. I don't have the time for that (or the speed reading skills), but I definitely need to get back to my couple of books a month. So, with my new found motivation I picked "Fast Food Nation" off my bookshelf and started reading last night. It's already interesting, and I'm only 50 pages in. I can definitely see this is going to be worth the read. I am really enjoying how it's going into the predator attitude of the business so far. It's something I have always had particular interest in with all big business. Next I'll have to get a copy of "Super Size Me" to watch. On a side note; I haven't touched a fast food hamburger, fries, burrito, etc.. in over a month. My healthy eating hasn't been perfect, but at least I've cleaned that stuff up.
I slept last night! Yes, that's right, I got almost nine hours of sleep. Fancy that. It's been a while, and that felt great. I think the extra sleep is helping with my verbosity in this post =).
Now, for some clarification to the previous post. I feel like I'm printing a retraction in a newspaper or something. Three different people asked me something about that second paragraph and all assumed the same thing. Since my logs show that only 12 people pulled up the page since I posted it, I guess that wasn't very clear. So here goes..
Life consists of expected and unexpected things. Some people plan out every detail of their lives, with side contingency plans for the unexpected. This planning in turn makes almost everything expected. Others live by the seat of their pants and enjoy the adrenaline rush of almost everything being unexpected. The planners get stressed when things unexpected actually come up, and the spontaneous get bored when things that are expected arise. Of course there are people in the middle and a million variations of both, but this is my generalization for this explanation.
I am a planner. I plan out every detail of everything. It bothers me when things aren't planned, and the unexpected can make me nervous. Conversely, I wish I was more spontaneous. I enjoy the rush of doing things last minute, but I have an issue making myself do these spontaneous things (ex; I really want to go sky diving, but the thought comes up last minute and I find a reason in my head not to go).. I often need someone there to push me into doing such things, and almost always have fun doing it. This especially includes women. Two to three years ago I realized this and made myself stop planning. It was difficult, but quite frankly that nervous adrenaline of the unexpected is what has made dating some of these women so fun to begin with. I didn't get bored with the expected, I enjoyed the unexpected. After that beginning stage I found something more with a couple, and didn't with others. That's what dating is all about.
So my post yesterday was just me philosophizing about that. That I seem to get along with people the best when they go against my plans. I have learned to ignore my plans and enjoy the time with them. I didn't do that in the past.
This is true outside of women as well. What if the McDonald brothers had stuck to their plans and not let Ray Kroc start franchising their restaraunt around the country, and ultimately the world? (admit it; you liked the in context reference) What if I had stuck to my plans for college and not left for what became lucrative career? What if I had not gone to Michigan, and not experienced all the hell that ensued? Choosing the unexpected paths often define who we are, and have major impacts on our lives. Anyone living entirely by a plan needs to relax a bit and make some decisions that go against it. It's called living.