Why Can't We All Just...Get Along???
More work drama this week involving D-Bag and Chatty Cathy (new girl)...the only reason why this bothers me is because it bothers my friend & coworker Terry. If it didn't bother him so much, I honestly don't think I would care. In fact, I'm not even going to dive into the issue, because doing so would give the appearance that it's bigger than what it should be. I'll just say that D-Bag is such an immature, insignificant person in my eyes that as my wise sister-in-law says, I wouldn't piss on him if I saw him on fire. I feel better now.
Not much to talk about. I think I may be closer to getting back on at EDS, but who knows how much longer that will take. So many hoops to jump through and red tape to cut. I'm really anxious to get back though (reference pissing comment above). I just want to have a job that keeps me busy, engaged, and to keep to myself. Is that too much to ask? I figure they'll try to screw me out of some money, but who knows...maybe they won't. I guess only time will see.
One thing I'll miss from my current job is gainsharing bonuses! Money every quarter for doing your job...can't beat that! I want to go out for sushi tonight and buy some new shoes. Shane wants a handgun. Hmm...we'll have to talk about that one. I'm not opposed to us having a gun...it just kinda came out of nowhere. Not exactly nowhere...he's mentioned it before, and I know he wants to be able to protect our family. It really came on strong right after someone got robbed, shot and killed at our friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart. Like I said, I guess we'll talk about it.
I guess that was the only thing of substance I have to talk about. This morning I had a good thought where during the process I thought, "I need to put this on my journal", but alas, I've since forgot. Rest assured I'll remember what it was when I'm the farthest from internet access ever.