Two Months is a Looooooong Time...

I shall count every day. Lo, every minute, until thou art in my arms again.
Bill Shakespeare - "Romeo & Juliet" - Act 2 Scene 3

Actually, I don't think he said that, I'm just making up this crap as I go along.

You know, Jen, some people go away and you say: "I'll miss you!" And, well, you don't. But some people go away and you seem to miss them more each day. And that's you. I miss you more each day.

I also can't tell you how proud I am of you for taking the risks, going into debt, going to a different city, living on your own, selling your kidney for beer money - all the things you've done to accomplish your goals.

You are, truly, an inspiration to me. And, again, I'm very proud of you.

See you soon, my friend, see you soon.

Matthew

two more months.

And then we can actually talk in person and not online. Think of all the things we can do... artistic collaboration, talk about sex (or the lack of it)... have parties... go for long walks on the beach.. Miriam can come with us. Go dancing at Debbie's Roadhouse... do community theater...

The opportunities are limitless!

Contradiction???

This morning I saw an add for "The Women's Show" or something like that to be held in Seattle. One of the guests is Oprah's trainer. Greene or something or other.

His topic I think is: 'Living a Healthy Life!'

Guess who he's sponsored by? McDonalds!

Funny... :)

You will

never get used to it.

I say find a new job.

What am I 16 again?!

Oh if only I were...

One of the pains in the ass of this new company is that I have to "clock in." I haven't had to clock in since I worked at Shakey's Pizza Parlor when I was 16. I didn't even have to "clock in" when I worked at Arctic Circle. I had to fill out a time-sheet. Same when I was a temp. Ever since that time, gosh, since I was, I don't know TWENTY?? I was treated as a responsible adult. Now I'm back to clocking in.

You could NOT imagine how much stress this puts on me. Now, again, I keep telling myself this is just something I have to get used to. And I fully grasp that concept but that still doesn't mean I don't get a little bit pissy having to do this every day.

Here's what happened on Wednesday. Friends called me up and wanted me to go to lunch. Lunch with this group is always at least an hour if not 1.25 or 1.5 hours. The SWEAR they will get me back in an hour. If this is so, I only have to make up a half hour, which won't be difficult. At least I don't THINK it will be difficult.

So I clock out at 12:08 and run down the hill. They're waiting for me and off we go to "Seven Stars Peppers." An EXCELLENT restaurant in the International district. We have our five main courses (curry chicken balls, sweet and sour fish, pork with string beans, tofu with sauce, beef in double mushroom) plus you get a choice of seaweed or hot and sour soup. This all comes with rice and we get two appetizers. Fried Chinese pancake and hot and spicy dumplings. It's all FANTASTIC and total price for 4 people: $40. So we eat, talk, laugh and haul ass back to work.

By the time I run up the escalators and to the "clock in" - it's 1:18. And I'm dinged for a 1.25 lunch. NOW I have to make up 45 minutes.

The question is: "Do you have to make up the time?" As in, "Will I get in Trouble?" Well, no. Not really. But...my paycheck will be less and I don't want to create a pattern, and I don't really want to lose money so I want to make up my time...but how?

So yesterday I go to catch the early bus. If it gets me in by 7:35 or 7:36, I get counted as if I came in at 7:30. That would get me my 15 minutes and then I just have to work through my lunch. No problem there...except that I have to write a note for the teacher-I mean, interim manager. You see, you can't just "skip your lunch" - you have to fill out a form saying WHY you skipped your lunch. It's a "decline lunch form" - so every time I work through my lunch - I've got to tell them: "Uh, I worked through my lunch and here's why." Again, this may eventually create some sort of shit storm of stupidity - but I'm not grasping why. And, let me remind everyone out there reading this: I'M 42 FUCKING YEARS OLD!!!

So I fill that out, work through my lunch, even spend an extra half-hour at Happiness and working so now I'm 15 minutes AHEAD (or hope to be) - but that's bad, too. You see, you can't just work OT. OT is bad. You have to have a logical reason. So now I either somehow find another 15 minutes to spare and leave a half-hour early (which would be nice). Or....I take a 45 minute lunch and call it good.

Oh, yay, stress. I'll get use to it. Right?

B.O. A OK

I think the problem was with the shirt I was wearing... I'll have to wash it again and do the sniff test again.

I'm brain dead. There were interviews with prospective grad students. Lots of free food and semi interesting people.

No nudity in my MFA show... at least not yet. We can always hope. If you get a job at Ryan Swanson can I have one too???

B.O.? MFA?

What's up with you and your initials?

Recently I used a towel that smells like B.O. when it gets wet. YUCK-EE! Miriam soaked in a certain wash to see if she can get it clean. I say we dump 'em and get a couple new towels. Target - $4 a piece.

Why would your family be concerned with your MFA piece? Is there going to be nudity involved? Family secrets brought to the surface? Money?

Busy weekend coming up. Got two full days of rehearsals and then hell week as we get "Peter Pan" up and flying. I hope it works out and that I don't fail too much. I got people counting on me.

Got a random e-mail that a Records Manager job is open at Ryan Swanson. Called the HR person who said she "wants me." We'll see how that goes.

Things here are just so random now. It's weird. I don't know where to turn, where to bend, who to talk to, who to ignore.

I'm all discombobulated.

Heavy sigh.

Signing out my friend... :)

My birthday is the 22nd....

you were close though...

I miss you and your deals. I am looking forward to comming home. Can I have a job?

Howzitgoin'?

What a weird wacky world we live in. Can you believe a sentence with five words that start with "W?"

How goes the hunt for the perfect guy?

There's so much going on at work. Good, bad, indifferent. I would discuss it but, of course, they probably have people out there just waiting to read blogs to see if I "slam" them on something...or other. Who knows.

Yesterday it got up to 70 degrees! Today it's upper 40's and raining.

"Heroes" won't be back on until April 23!! (a day before your birthday)

Are you ready to come home?

Okay - maybe this "blog entry" should have been relegated to an e-mail but...my e-mail at work ain't working.

GREAT DEALS!!

It's not often this old SOB finds a great deal on-line but, lo and behold, I found one...

I join Columbia House DVD club on a regular basis. This last time I joined I got my first seven films for $13.00

5 or 6 of these films are 2 disc special editions that would cost at least $24.99 at your local Borders or Fred Meyer.

Then I got "The Departed" (two disc special edition) and "Fiddler on the Roof" (two disc special edition. It was "Buy 1 get 1 free." Both I would have bought anyway and Sam's Club was selling "Fiddler" for $17. Both of them? $30.00

Then I got the steal of the day. 8 Pedro Almodovar films, plus an extra disc, for the UNHEARDOFPRICE of $20. With S & H, $29.00.

I paid. I quit. That's 7 + 2 + 8= 17 movies for a total of $72. That averages out to less that $4.50 PER MOVIE! And, again, I'm getting the 2 disc special edition films because I can get the single disc films from Netflix!

So I rejoined this morning.

Yay for me and my special deals.

Later....

You should buy a Mac.

They're better!
I heart Mac's.
I heart you too!

It's never okay...

to be loud in a library. Homeless, stinky, obnoxioius...yes. Loud? No.

What's shakin' bacon?

Nothing much. I have been officially out-sourced and the experience so far has been a cluster F**K. It's not that things have changed much, it's just the fact that seem to can't get their heads far enough out of their arses to get me into the system.

Bonus money was nice and I'm contemplating how I want to spend it. But, still, you think someone could learn how to put information into a computer. RIGHT?

Found out that "CompUSA" is shutting down. I can't tell you how many hours I spent roaming around the "CompUSA" that's five blocks from my house. The hours I spent in the early morning "DOOR BUSTER" sales. Now they're shutting down. I had PLANNED to possibly buy a very cool, kick ass computer from them and, since I've got credit in good standing, get one of those 24 months no interest thingys. But now it looks like I'm screwed.

Oh well. Maybe I can get something during the clearance sale.