Insane Random Ramblings

When I moved into my current apartment I bought the cheapest furniture I could find. I figured it would last me the 5 or 6 years that I planned on staying in town. Fast forward 8 years later and my furniture is a mess.

For my bedroom, I need a new mattress badly. It’s starting to sag and it has little rips in it. I can always flip it over and get another 6 months or so out of it but that’s about it. My boxspring is in pretty good condition so I don’t have to worry about that. I also need new livingroom furniture. My couch has definitely seen better days and one of my tables is starting to wobble. The rest of the tables are fine but I need a new bookcase as well.

I never thought I would still have this furniture 8 years later. I thought I would have moved either out of town or bought my own house both of which would have led me to buying new furniture. In any event, my current furniture is done and now I have to start saving to buy something new.

I have a ton of stuff to do but I’m just not motivated to do it. My boss is starting to watch me like a hawk so this really isn’t the time for me to slack off but I’m doing it anyway. I have one project that I want finished by Friday so I can start something new. I picked up where someone else left off and I hate finishing what someone else started. If they make mistakes, it gets blamed on me because that means I missed it when I reviewed it.

It’s almost time for my daily run. Maybe I’ll get a burst of energy once I go for a walk.

We’re creating a mess of things and it’s so funny. We moved to a new location and everything has to be set up, we don’t even have access to our printers. So we’re unpacking, setting up voicemail and printer access and trying not to get lost in the meantime. Our new office space is huge and it’s easy to get lost looking for a coworker.

I guess by next week we’ll be all settled in and this will be a distant memory. But for now it’s quite comical watching everyone running around like a chicken with their head cut off.

I remember when Mr McNasty hands first showed up. Then he went away for a few days and then he showed up again. I thought he was weird then and I always stay vigilent when he’s around.

Well I was talking to someone that I catch the bus with and she noticed that he was strange as well. She said he wears a Taco Bell uniform but sometimes catches the bus downtown. There is no Taco Bell anywhere near downtown. Then she said that he was just acting weird in general on the bus like she expected him to start mumbling about ls2208 codes or something. She then told me to watch myself when he’s around since he gets on at my stop.

I assured her that I would. I always stay alert when I see him coming. If he’s already at the stop or I see him at the stop before mine, I don’t wear my headphones and make sure to pay attention. He’s weird and I’m not gonna let him catch me slipping.

Dad is from the old school, where you keep your money under the mattress—only he kept his in the underwear drawer. One day I bought my dad an unusual personal safe—a can of spray paint with a false bottom—so he could keep his money in the workshop. Later I asked Mom if he was using it.  “Oh, yes,” she replied, “he put his money in it the same day.”  

“No burglar would think to look on the work shelf!” I gloated. 

“They won’t have to,” my mom replied. “He keeps the paint can in his underwear drawer.”

I know that I’m allergic to chocolate. It does weird things to my immune system when I eat too much of it. I break out into a lot of bumps, not pimples but more hives. I also get cold sores because of the havoc that the excess caffeine causes. The same thing happens when I drink regular Pepsi or regular Coke. I generally drink diet soda because it doesn’t affect me the same way.

You would think I would lay off of this stuff knowing what it does to me. But I just can’t seem to leave it alone. I need to wean myself off of it slowly because stopping cold turkey just isn’t working for me.

No of course it wasn’t me that had extra money. It was my friend and her sister because they both won at the casino this past weekend. I seem to be a perpetual loser when I go. But my friend and her sister had a little lucky streak going on. They won over $4K between the two of them.

My friend is using her share to pay her taxes (which are really late) and to buy a new HDTV. Her sister will just use the money to go back and gamble on another day.

I need to hit the same lucky streak that they seem to be on.

I don’t even know what’s wrong. I do know that I  took off 2 days this week because I needed to de-stress from work. Then on Wednesday, my first day back, I sat at my desk and started crying. It was brief but I couldn’t believe I was crying at work. I’m under serious pressure right now and it’s starting to get to me. Most of it is self-imposed though. I put way more pressure on myself than anyone else ever could.

I don’t know what’s going on but I’ll be glad when this passes. I don’t like this feeling at all.

A stock analyst and a Wall Street broker went to the race-track. The broker suggested betting $12,000 on a certain horse. The analyst was skeptical; he had never been to the races before and wanted to understand the rules and look over all the horses before placing a wager.“You’re too cautious and detail-oriented,” the broker criticized as he placed his large bet. His horse won and he raked in a bundle of money.

“What’s your secret?” the analyst asked.

“It’s simple,” the broker explained. “I have two kids… ages two and six…so I add their ages together and bet on number nine.”

“But two and six is eight, not nine!” protested the analyst.

“See!” the broker replied, “I told you you’re too cautious and detail-oriented.”

The other day I said that my company is giving all employees a free ticket to a baseball game. Well some people had to start complaining already. The want to go with their spouse/significant other/children etc. While I understand that, it’s supposed to be a employee bonding experience type of deal. They can always buy a ticket for the people they want to go with and try to switch seats if that’s the case. Of course, they want the other people to be able to go free as well.

I’m pretty happy myself and it just proves that you can’t please some people.