Nervous jitters
This is tremendously weird, in several layers. I have my first day at work tomorrow. This feels incredibly strange. The fact that it feels so strange is... well, strange, as it really hasn't been that long since I worked last. 18 days, to be exact, but I'm kind of feeling I'm not sure I know how to do it any more. On the other hand, I guess there's a bit of a difference between this new job and the previoius one in all sorts of ways. This one might actually be good and lead to something really good, for example. I should have a fair chance to actually get something done, for another. That, of course, also brings with it a certain pressure of needing to perform. With the previous job I could be hopelessly worthless or miraculously brilliant, and it wouldn't make a spork of a difference, as the company and the products were so messed up that any individual performance was immediately swallowed up in the general incompetence and unhappiness of the organisation as a whole. Now, with a good company with supportive management and intelligent co-workers (partially assumed at this point of course, but still) if I end up not getting anywhere with it, it might be harder not to blame myself for it. That, on the other hand, would be a brand new experience, possibly with some beneficial twist to it, so hey, I'm game. Seriously though. I'm so excited about this job it's silly. And the way things look, there's really no reason why it wouldn't be all the good things we're hoping it will be. Still sucks that I'll have to get up at 6:30 rather than 10:30, though.
Flim, flam, faloom. What else? Casey had his birthday today. At Mr. Gatti's. At 2PM. What meal do you have at 2PM exactly? Too late for lunch. And you bloody well can't have lunch and then go pay for going into a place with a pizza buffet two hours later without eating. So we starved until 2 and then realized that we weren't that fond of Mr. Gatti's pizza, and only had two pieces or so. This might be why we never go there. However! In the back, they have a room full of arcade games and such, so I got to play with the other kids a bit. K and I played a bit of air hockey, which is about the most exhaustive sport we get into. Lots of fun for a while, really. And we won a plastic purse and 14 bead rings. I see scissors in their near future. And being incorporateed in tatting projects.
We went to see if we could fix Brad's computer. We couldn't. We had this feeling he might have messed something up and just wasn't turning on the monitor or something similarly embarassing, but it seems like the power supply is dead. And no backup computer! How people can live like that is just beyond me. Well. Guess we currently don't have one either, but still. At least we have one each. And... umm... four? broken ones. Fun, fun.
We stopped by at K's parents house where the usual (pre heart surgery usual, that is) crowd was gathered. Lots of noise and fun and conversation, for the first time in a couple of months. Heidi and Bart stopped by here after a while and we talked about how this week we'll get together and eat or something at their house, and this time it's not just talking about it, it will actually happen. Of course, we didn't set a time or a day, so it's not going to happen. Oh well. Any decade now.
I've been a good boy tonight! Did dishes. Took me a full hour. This would indicate that I've been neglecting doing dishes for a while. I blame this on the power outage. Never mind that the power came back five days ago. Takes a while for that water heater to do it's thing, ya' know. I also cleaned the washer, which had a nasty buildup of detergents and things. Can't believe anything we put in there actually came out cleaner than it went it. Well. It wasn't that nasty, really, but if I don't overdo it a bit it doesn't sound like that big of a deal cleaning it. I then proceeded to prepare my clothes for tomorrow and make a new CD to listen to in the car. Not entirely sure this qualifies as being good and productive, but hey, it's my journal.
Flim, flam, faloom. What else? Casey had his birthday today. At Mr. Gatti's. At 2PM. What meal do you have at 2PM exactly? Too late for lunch. And you bloody well can't have lunch and then go pay for going into a place with a pizza buffet two hours later without eating. So we starved until 2 and then realized that we weren't that fond of Mr. Gatti's pizza, and only had two pieces or so. This might be why we never go there. However! In the back, they have a room full of arcade games and such, so I got to play with the other kids a bit. K and I played a bit of air hockey, which is about the most exhaustive sport we get into. Lots of fun for a while, really. And we won a plastic purse and 14 bead rings. I see scissors in their near future. And being incorporateed in tatting projects.
We went to see if we could fix Brad's computer. We couldn't. We had this feeling he might have messed something up and just wasn't turning on the monitor or something similarly embarassing, but it seems like the power supply is dead. And no backup computer! How people can live like that is just beyond me. Well. Guess we currently don't have one either, but still. At least we have one each. And... umm... four? broken ones. Fun, fun.
We stopped by at K's parents house where the usual (pre heart surgery usual, that is) crowd was gathered. Lots of noise and fun and conversation, for the first time in a couple of months. Heidi and Bart stopped by here after a while and we talked about how this week we'll get together and eat or something at their house, and this time it's not just talking about it, it will actually happen. Of course, we didn't set a time or a day, so it's not going to happen. Oh well. Any decade now.
I've been a good boy tonight! Did dishes. Took me a full hour. This would indicate that I've been neglecting doing dishes for a while. I blame this on the power outage. Never mind that the power came back five days ago. Takes a while for that water heater to do it's thing, ya' know. I also cleaned the washer, which had a nasty buildup of detergents and things. Can't believe anything we put in there actually came out cleaner than it went it. Well. It wasn't that nasty, really, but if I don't overdo it a bit it doesn't sound like that big of a deal cleaning it. I then proceeded to prepare my clothes for tomorrow and make a new CD to listen to in the car. Not entirely sure this qualifies as being good and productive, but hey, it's my journal.