Oh, I Live La Vida Loca, All Right.
I feel very put-upon lately. Like I'm having a harder time than I was before keeping up with the day-to-day. It's an interesting experience having a roommate. There's a lot of back and forth. Like she'll cook, but then I end up having to do two entire loads of dishes in the dishwasher. I was used to only having to do them every 5-7 days or so.
I miss posting here on a regular basis, but every time I do, I'm amazed at how little is really going on in my life, how little of significance has actually changed.
I still work for the same company, I still work at the same store, and they still pay the same pittance. I'm coming up on my two year anniversary, so I can look forward to a quarter per hour's further raise. Yay. I'm so excited, I can barely conceal it. Matt (whom I usually refer to as "Crackhead") is one more write-up away from being fired. I've made my share of mistakes, but his ability to consistently fuck things up astonishes me. I played a prank on Craig. We have a regular customer who works at the Hair Club For Men. I had her bring me in a brochure, and I wrote Craig's name on it and left it in a prominent place for him to see when he opens this morning. Craig is balding, and overly sensitive to jokes about it. Okay, it's a mean joke. But goddamn, it's funny. I can't wait to see how he reacts to it tomorrow.
I've got a bunch of stuff due with the car I keep putting off because I can't force myself to get up early enough to take care of them during the daylight hours. Of course, it doesn't help matters that every time I've gone to wash the car, it's either rained or suddenly the temperature has plummeted down into the 50(F) range. I still have the fix the loose wire on the driver's side front stereo speaker, but I can do that anytime. I am coming due for an oil change and I think I probably need brake pads. The feel is off, and they've been generating dust faster than I'm comfortable. It's also been a solid 11k miles since I got the car, and even if they were brand new pads then, they're probably coming due by now. Especially with as hard as I am on them at times.
Looking forward a great deal to moving. This place was plenty cramped with just me and my stuff. With Lorie staying here for an indeterminate amount of time, it's gotten even more so.
The laser printer is still being a pain in the ass. I can force it to feed from the tray on the side, but the internal one isn't working. I'll have to take it in and have the rollers looked at and possibly replaced at some point. I've already tried cleaning them, and it did fix it for a while... but it hasn't stayed fixed, so I clearly didn't solve the root problem.
Have to make a bunch of phone calls to several people, but I haven't really been in the mood to talk to people lately. I've been feeling even more antisocial than usual for some reason, I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just getting used to being alone, even though someone's living with me? I don't know.
At some point in the future, I need to sit down and finish tagging the pile of imported music. Then after that, I need to re-import the library, and update the playlist on my Shoutcast station. I keep pushing that back because it's tedious, but I'd like very much to be able to say "I'm done" with it. Importing the complete Bach collection made me feel very accomplished.
I have a lot of stuff I'd like to put here (pictures, backlogged posts from a fuckin' year ago) but I spend so much of my time avoiding doing stuff, waiting to be able to do it, or actually doing it that it seems posting here is either redundant to the Tweets, or I'm too busy doing things to write about them. However, all that is just mundane shit. Like the car and the oil change. Or sleeping in until 5:30PM the next day after I get home at midnight on Tuesday night, and flushing all hopes of doing anything actually productive that down right down the toilet.
Okay, that's enough for now. End of line.
I miss posting here on a regular basis, but every time I do, I'm amazed at how little is really going on in my life, how little of significance has actually changed.
I still work for the same company, I still work at the same store, and they still pay the same pittance. I'm coming up on my two year anniversary, so I can look forward to a quarter per hour's further raise. Yay. I'm so excited, I can barely conceal it. Matt (whom I usually refer to as "Crackhead") is one more write-up away from being fired. I've made my share of mistakes, but his ability to consistently fuck things up astonishes me. I played a prank on Craig. We have a regular customer who works at the Hair Club For Men. I had her bring me in a brochure, and I wrote Craig's name on it and left it in a prominent place for him to see when he opens this morning. Craig is balding, and overly sensitive to jokes about it. Okay, it's a mean joke. But goddamn, it's funny. I can't wait to see how he reacts to it tomorrow.
I've got a bunch of stuff due with the car I keep putting off because I can't force myself to get up early enough to take care of them during the daylight hours. Of course, it doesn't help matters that every time I've gone to wash the car, it's either rained or suddenly the temperature has plummeted down into the 50(F) range. I still have the fix the loose wire on the driver's side front stereo speaker, but I can do that anytime. I am coming due for an oil change and I think I probably need brake pads. The feel is off, and they've been generating dust faster than I'm comfortable. It's also been a solid 11k miles since I got the car, and even if they were brand new pads then, they're probably coming due by now. Especially with as hard as I am on them at times.
Looking forward a great deal to moving. This place was plenty cramped with just me and my stuff. With Lorie staying here for an indeterminate amount of time, it's gotten even more so.
The laser printer is still being a pain in the ass. I can force it to feed from the tray on the side, but the internal one isn't working. I'll have to take it in and have the rollers looked at and possibly replaced at some point. I've already tried cleaning them, and it did fix it for a while... but it hasn't stayed fixed, so I clearly didn't solve the root problem.
Have to make a bunch of phone calls to several people, but I haven't really been in the mood to talk to people lately. I've been feeling even more antisocial than usual for some reason, I'm not sure why. Maybe I'm just getting used to being alone, even though someone's living with me? I don't know.
At some point in the future, I need to sit down and finish tagging the pile of imported music. Then after that, I need to re-import the library, and update the playlist on my Shoutcast station. I keep pushing that back because it's tedious, but I'd like very much to be able to say "I'm done" with it. Importing the complete Bach collection made me feel very accomplished.
I have a lot of stuff I'd like to put here (pictures, backlogged posts from a fuckin' year ago) but I spend so much of my time avoiding doing stuff, waiting to be able to do it, or actually doing it that it seems posting here is either redundant to the Tweets, or I'm too busy doing things to write about them. However, all that is just mundane shit. Like the car and the oil change. Or sleeping in until 5:30PM the next day after I get home at midnight on Tuesday night, and flushing all hopes of doing anything actually productive that down right down the toilet.
Okay, that's enough for now. End of line.