Busier today than I have been in days. I have surprisingly had stuff coming through on a regular basis during the shift, and for that I am glad. It's good to have a consistent amount of work; keeps my hands from going idle, and my mind from wandering.
I'm also extremely glad that for once I have all the miscellaneous bills paid for this month in the first week. Woot! Usually I stretch everything out throughout the weeks in a month, but now all I have left to pay for the month of January is my car payment ($305) and the rent for February ($500). And, hopefully that will be the last time I pay rent at the place we currently reside in.
Yes, I plan on giving my 30 day notice at the end of this month, and move on somewhere else. Where? Idont know yet. Probably still in Lancaster, but if I find another place closer to Columbus that isn't an arm and a leg, i'll jump on it in a second. But it has to be 2-3 bedroom, 1-1 1/2 bath, and within $500- 700 a month.
Yeah. I know, right. Good luck to you on that one. Everything I've found thus far has been well over that for the parameters I've set. But you never know; Craigslist sometimes will have stuff pop up from time to time. Who knows, maybe my luck will change.
But, alas, we must move on somewhere. The current place is small, stuff needs fixed, and the neighborhood is growing rather too hood for my liking anymore, and if another thugged-out parolee shows up at my front door wanting to sell me magazines so they can possibly win a trip to Italy, I am going to start swinging on someone. Fo Sho'.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Thursday, January 5, 2012
How quickly I forget that this is meaningless
Another day coming to a rapid end. Can't say anything too exciting occurred, did however get some practice in earlier as was mentioned in my prior post.
A number of those photos came out pretty damn good in my opinion. Not that I was really doing anything more than messing around, but after looking at them, I feel pretty confident in my abilities thus far. I have much more to learn, of course, but I look forward to the numerous challenges that await me in the fantastic field of photography.
Ah. They're cheering. Again. It used to only happen 2-3 times a week, but here lately its been every damn night. Whatever. It's just a sign that i'll be leaving soon. That's right, I'm at work.
Anyway.
I'm surprised at myself that I don't really have anything to say regarding the political BS transpiring currently. It's not that i'm apathetic to it all or anything; quite the opposite actually. I read the news on CNN, FOX, and unfortunately Yahoo! (if you wish to call that drivel news. Their articles are rife with typos, misquotes, and bad links. But...you know you read it too.) I just have no comment. I learned years ago the best way to alienate yourself from people is claim allegiance to whatever political party/ideas that's opposite there own. You'll lose friends quite quickly. Or at least make people think strange things about you. So, I don't really align myself with a political party anymore.
One has to approach the topic of politics and voting like a savvy consumer shops for a new car. You have all these options for President, for example. When it comes time for the election there will be at least 4-5 people running for office i''m going to assume once everything is said and done. Now look at that as if you're about to buy a car. You have 5 potential options for a vehicle: the sporty, fast, girly-getting insurance policy raiser. The conventional minivan. An SUV with all the trimmings. A small subcompact that runs off of a battery. And finally Smart Car. When you compare the two things they are almost the same. Presidents sit in office for one term/ 4 years, during that time, all kinds of scandal can come up that can mar their reputation. A new car usually doesn't have any major problems within the first 4 years, but you still have to pay for it and there is some things that will come up you might not like in the long run, like the cupholder that's too small to hold anything but a can of pop and some change.
Even when it comes down to financing, its almost the same thing.
I know, it is kind of a silly comparison but in a way, it's not. Sorry, that's just how my brain works sometimes.
A number of those photos came out pretty damn good in my opinion. Not that I was really doing anything more than messing around, but after looking at them, I feel pretty confident in my abilities thus far. I have much more to learn, of course, but I look forward to the numerous challenges that await me in the fantastic field of photography.
Ah. They're cheering. Again. It used to only happen 2-3 times a week, but here lately its been every damn night. Whatever. It's just a sign that i'll be leaving soon. That's right, I'm at work.
Anyway.
I'm surprised at myself that I don't really have anything to say regarding the political BS transpiring currently. It's not that i'm apathetic to it all or anything; quite the opposite actually. I read the news on CNN, FOX, and unfortunately Yahoo! (if you wish to call that drivel news. Their articles are rife with typos, misquotes, and bad links. But...you know you read it too.) I just have no comment. I learned years ago the best way to alienate yourself from people is claim allegiance to whatever political party/ideas that's opposite there own. You'll lose friends quite quickly. Or at least make people think strange things about you. So, I don't really align myself with a political party anymore.
One has to approach the topic of politics and voting like a savvy consumer shops for a new car. You have all these options for President, for example. When it comes time for the election there will be at least 4-5 people running for office i''m going to assume once everything is said and done. Now look at that as if you're about to buy a car. You have 5 potential options for a vehicle: the sporty, fast, girly-getting insurance policy raiser. The conventional minivan. An SUV with all the trimmings. A small subcompact that runs off of a battery. And finally Smart Car. When you compare the two things they are almost the same. Presidents sit in office for one term/ 4 years, during that time, all kinds of scandal can come up that can mar their reputation. A new car usually doesn't have any major problems within the first 4 years, but you still have to pay for it and there is some things that will come up you might not like in the long run, like the cupholder that's too small to hold anything but a can of pop and some change.
Even when it comes down to financing, its almost the same thing.
I know, it is kind of a silly comparison but in a way, it's not. Sorry, that's just how my brain works sometimes.
Some homework done, still got some studying to do.
Got some practice pictures done this afternoon. After downing a half-pot of coffee (i'm not drinking as much as I did yesterday), I got to work finding stuff around the house to get some close-up shots of. I need the practice for wedding season, so here is what I have so far. A lot of it is silly; I used some toys laying around and strategically placed them in different ways. This is in no way supposed to be anything I am particularly proud of, it's just practice, and feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
For a minute, I thought I was in Braveheart....
God, these night crew people are savages. Hooting and hollering like a troop of monkeys running through the jungle, the 3rd shifters here at work are a strange bunch. I mean, I worked 3 years here on nights, and we never did group cheers, got inspirational speeches, or any kind of positive, go get-em attitude and morale boosting. All we got was the "Be safe, scan all your boxes, and report any injuries immediately, no matter how minor." mantra that was given weekly if not nightly in some fashion. But I worked on a totally different op then. This back here is just primal, go balls deep as fast as you can and load the effing truck kind of work. I just happen to be back here because the chute where all the international stuff goes to is conveniently located above my head. I have the option to go to the offices up front and set up shop, but that would require a great deal of walking back and forth, and I 'm cool on that.
Besides, i'm currently serving out my self-imposed exile back here, and I couldn't love it more.
A few months ago, some co-worker's decided that they wanted to get back at me because I took some days off and didn't run it by them first. Keep in mind these are co-worker's, not management, but they would have you think otherwise if you didn't know any better. When I first started this position, I was given an impromptu speech about various things from these two, covering such basics as if I need to call off, I needed to call not only work, but both of them ASAP to make sure there was coverage for the evening. Fine. No problem. I'd be happy to. Then I was told that if I wanted to schedule a day off, I had to ask them first to see if it conflicted with either of their schedules. This took me aback, because for as long as I have worked here, anytime I wanted a day off, I got a sheet marked 'Vacation Time Request' and filled the fucker out, turned it in, and it either got approved/denied. Most of the time it was approved. Anyway these two from the very beginning sought to make me think that every little thing had to be ran through them. And I was fine with it. Plus my real boss was on his way out, and couldn't give a shit less what was going on. So, whatever. Go along to get along, right?
Well, September came, and I wanted to schedule a day off in November, right before our peak season, but before Thanksgiving, so I assumed that it would be cool. Especially since I was scheduling it off so far ahead in advance.
ME: "Hey what's up man, i'm thinking about taking November 11th off, are you scheduled off or anything?"
ASSHAT #1 (Glares at ME angrily for interrupting his Angry Birds match on his phone): "Uhh, you can't. It's peak." (ASSHAT #1 has only worked at the facility for 2 years, and thinks that everyone below him is an idiot, and that he is, "the best thing ever to walk in the doors here". I have been here almost 5, and I know damn well when peak is and when it isn't.)
ME: " Are you sure about that? I'm fairly certain peak doesn't begin til Thanksgiving week, and the day I want is 2 weeks before that." (ASSHAT #1 is pissed that I dare even assert that I know more than he does about the company we work for, regardless of tenure and experience. He gives no regard to the fact that #1 I have worked many different jobs here and I consider myself to be pretty well-rounded when it comes to my job. #2, he is some punk-ass college kid here in Cbus on his daddy's dime, and is only working here through school, so he could not give a fuck less about the day-to-day operations of this place. See, my employer is one of those one's that will give better positions to kids fresh in college than they will to someone with real-world experience because it all looks better on paper. I have been passed up on so many job opportunities here because I haven't finished college as compared to some 18 year old kid that just walked in the door and his mommy and daddy pay for him to go to Ohio State, and is in his freshman year, clueless to pretty much everything. Where you go to school to is a big thing they look at also. Bunch of BS if you ask me. But it's whatever; I've proved myself enough to secure a position that provides seclusion, a PC with internet, and a great job to perform.)
ASSHAT #1 "Well, it's different for us than it was for you guys on 3rds," He says as he eyes ASSHAT #2 coming over. He's looking at her as if he's mentally willing her to jump into the convo and throw her unneeded 2 cents in. And, of course, she does.
ASSHAT #2 "Why do you want that day off? I could understand the day before Thanksgiving, or something." Well, to be quite frank, you fucking psycho, I don't need to tell you shit. I could be taking the day off so I can sit around at home and smoke weed all day and play Call of Duty til my eyes bleed, or I might be taking it off so I could go find another job because i'm tired of your crazy ass. It doesn't matter.
I call ASSHAT #2 crazy because she truly is. The girl has admitted to visualizing herself as Bella from fucking Twilight, and that she literally tries to act like her. She also tries to catch the stray cats that run through here from time to time. I don't see a sparkly vampire in her future, but a house featured on Hoarders containing 500 cats, dead and alive.
Anyway...
MYBOSS: "Dude, just fill out the sheet like you normally do, and I'll let you know." OK cool. Will do.
The Next Day....
I got in trouble. I had been bringing my phone in unofficially since I began, and the Asshat Twins had decided to roll me to my boss's boss. and also blamed me for a few other things (which my boss knew was BS). I found out later that the two had conspired together to attempt to bring me down for even thinking that I dare could argue with one of them over something as trivial as a day off. They needed "to teach me a lesson" as it were. OK. I can play this game.
I angrily told my boss that I was going to HR and raise Holy Hell. There is nothing here that strikes fear more in the hearts of our management staff than the words, "i'm going to HR." They will do whatever it is possible to get you not to go, because they know that when HR gets involved in anything here, someone is getting fired, demoted or in other ways disciplined.
I was going, and my beef was going to be that I should not have to go through 4 people just to get one fucking day off of work. It would have been enough to get shit started. I had gotten up, and my boss said "Wait."
"Dude, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it for you." I was in awe. See, my boss was new having just came into relieve the last one that I had initially began with. "From now on, you come to me with everything." And it's been that way since. The Asshat Twins still roam around here like they run the show, but I give them no attention. I come in, do what i need to do, and get the hell out so I can get some beer before 1 AM. And so far the peace has been kept.
Besides, i'm currently serving out my self-imposed exile back here, and I couldn't love it more.
A few months ago, some co-worker's decided that they wanted to get back at me because I took some days off and didn't run it by them first. Keep in mind these are co-worker's, not management, but they would have you think otherwise if you didn't know any better. When I first started this position, I was given an impromptu speech about various things from these two, covering such basics as if I need to call off, I needed to call not only work, but both of them ASAP to make sure there was coverage for the evening. Fine. No problem. I'd be happy to. Then I was told that if I wanted to schedule a day off, I had to ask them first to see if it conflicted with either of their schedules. This took me aback, because for as long as I have worked here, anytime I wanted a day off, I got a sheet marked 'Vacation Time Request' and filled the fucker out, turned it in, and it either got approved/denied. Most of the time it was approved. Anyway these two from the very beginning sought to make me think that every little thing had to be ran through them. And I was fine with it. Plus my real boss was on his way out, and couldn't give a shit less what was going on. So, whatever. Go along to get along, right?
Well, September came, and I wanted to schedule a day off in November, right before our peak season, but before Thanksgiving, so I assumed that it would be cool. Especially since I was scheduling it off so far ahead in advance.
ME: "Hey what's up man, i'm thinking about taking November 11th off, are you scheduled off or anything?"
ASSHAT #1 (Glares at ME angrily for interrupting his Angry Birds match on his phone): "Uhh, you can't. It's peak." (ASSHAT #1 has only worked at the facility for 2 years, and thinks that everyone below him is an idiot, and that he is, "the best thing ever to walk in the doors here". I have been here almost 5, and I know damn well when peak is and when it isn't.)
ME: " Are you sure about that? I'm fairly certain peak doesn't begin til Thanksgiving week, and the day I want is 2 weeks before that." (ASSHAT #1 is pissed that I dare even assert that I know more than he does about the company we work for, regardless of tenure and experience. He gives no regard to the fact that #1 I have worked many different jobs here and I consider myself to be pretty well-rounded when it comes to my job. #2, he is some punk-ass college kid here in Cbus on his daddy's dime, and is only working here through school, so he could not give a fuck less about the day-to-day operations of this place. See, my employer is one of those one's that will give better positions to kids fresh in college than they will to someone with real-world experience because it all looks better on paper. I have been passed up on so many job opportunities here because I haven't finished college as compared to some 18 year old kid that just walked in the door and his mommy and daddy pay for him to go to Ohio State, and is in his freshman year, clueless to pretty much everything. Where you go to school to is a big thing they look at also. Bunch of BS if you ask me. But it's whatever; I've proved myself enough to secure a position that provides seclusion, a PC with internet, and a great job to perform.)
ASSHAT #1 "Well, it's different for us than it was for you guys on 3rds," He says as he eyes ASSHAT #2 coming over. He's looking at her as if he's mentally willing her to jump into the convo and throw her unneeded 2 cents in. And, of course, she does.
ASSHAT #2 "Why do you want that day off? I could understand the day before Thanksgiving, or something." Well, to be quite frank, you fucking psycho, I don't need to tell you shit. I could be taking the day off so I can sit around at home and smoke weed all day and play Call of Duty til my eyes bleed, or I might be taking it off so I could go find another job because i'm tired of your crazy ass. It doesn't matter.
I call ASSHAT #2 crazy because she truly is. The girl has admitted to visualizing herself as Bella from fucking Twilight, and that she literally tries to act like her. She also tries to catch the stray cats that run through here from time to time. I don't see a sparkly vampire in her future, but a house featured on Hoarders containing 500 cats, dead and alive.
Anyway...
MYBOSS: "Dude, just fill out the sheet like you normally do, and I'll let you know." OK cool. Will do.
The Next Day....
I got in trouble. I had been bringing my phone in unofficially since I began, and the Asshat Twins had decided to roll me to my boss's boss. and also blamed me for a few other things (which my boss knew was BS). I found out later that the two had conspired together to attempt to bring me down for even thinking that I dare could argue with one of them over something as trivial as a day off. They needed "to teach me a lesson" as it were. OK. I can play this game.
I angrily told my boss that I was going to HR and raise Holy Hell. There is nothing here that strikes fear more in the hearts of our management staff than the words, "i'm going to HR." They will do whatever it is possible to get you not to go, because they know that when HR gets involved in anything here, someone is getting fired, demoted or in other ways disciplined.
I was going, and my beef was going to be that I should not have to go through 4 people just to get one fucking day off of work. It would have been enough to get shit started. I had gotten up, and my boss said "Wait."
"Dude, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it for you." I was in awe. See, my boss was new having just came into relieve the last one that I had initially began with. "From now on, you come to me with everything." And it's been that way since. The Asshat Twins still roam around here like they run the show, but I give them no attention. I come in, do what i need to do, and get the hell out so I can get some beer before 1 AM. And so far the peace has been kept.
Dispute nothing, and keep the eye fixed on the prize...
I usually don't drink coffee after 2 PM. Not that its some kind of weird ritual I have with myself or anything, i just don't. Today, instead of my normal 2 energy drinks, either of the Monster variety or the cheap Aftershock's from Speedway, I went with a Timmy Horton's large black. I'm not jittery yet, but I do feel a certain...restlessness.
Of course, I have a very small workload today. I was done before I even finished the aforementioned cup of black coffee.
I saw the kid I mentioned the other day who wanted to buy my other car today. He was driving on my road and banging his head like a wildman. He looked more to be having an epileptic fit more so than getting down to his favorite jams. Now, to be fair, on my commute to work, I get down with it. I'm not going to lie; I headbang, scream along with my tunes; I must look rather frightening to other commuters : A bearded man going apeshit in his SUV, screaming at nothing. EEEK. But the kid I saw, he was probably a juggalo or something.
So, no plans this weekend. I would like to find something to get into though outside of the usual. I do need to really get out and start working more on my macro project so I can get my practice in before wedding season. What would be some good ideas for tiny things I could get some awesome close-up pics of? Cant do bugs, its too cold. Hmm. I could work on finishing my younger sister's senior pics; there are still a few more ideas I have for some great shots I have in my head. But with Ohio's bi-polar weather, a lot of those I cant do until we get an actual week of nothing but snow without any 50 degree days interspersed in between. Patience, I believe, will have to come into play.
(gets up and does some work)
I really want a beer. it's only 6:40, and I am ready to call it a day. Nothing to do. I really should consider using my downtime to finish college online. All this time I spend surfing the web, reading about all the craziness in the world, I could be using in a more positive manner. I know I would be able to; there is a girl that I work with that does all her online school stuff here. Plus work gives her a bonus check every year for being in school. WTF have I been doing all this time, you ask?
Well....
...it's a long story. Maybe i'll get into it later...
Of course, I have a very small workload today. I was done before I even finished the aforementioned cup of black coffee.
I saw the kid I mentioned the other day who wanted to buy my other car today. He was driving on my road and banging his head like a wildman. He looked more to be having an epileptic fit more so than getting down to his favorite jams. Now, to be fair, on my commute to work, I get down with it. I'm not going to lie; I headbang, scream along with my tunes; I must look rather frightening to other commuters : A bearded man going apeshit in his SUV, screaming at nothing. EEEK. But the kid I saw, he was probably a juggalo or something.
So, no plans this weekend. I would like to find something to get into though outside of the usual. I do need to really get out and start working more on my macro project so I can get my practice in before wedding season. What would be some good ideas for tiny things I could get some awesome close-up pics of? Cant do bugs, its too cold. Hmm. I could work on finishing my younger sister's senior pics; there are still a few more ideas I have for some great shots I have in my head. But with Ohio's bi-polar weather, a lot of those I cant do until we get an actual week of nothing but snow without any 50 degree days interspersed in between. Patience, I believe, will have to come into play.
(gets up and does some work)
I really want a beer. it's only 6:40, and I am ready to call it a day. Nothing to do. I really should consider using my downtime to finish college online. All this time I spend surfing the web, reading about all the craziness in the world, I could be using in a more positive manner. I know I would be able to; there is a girl that I work with that does all her online school stuff here. Plus work gives her a bonus check every year for being in school. WTF have I been doing all this time, you ask?
Well....
...it's a long story. Maybe i'll get into it later...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
it's cold outside. And in here.
Ugh, they turned the heater off. Damn you, employer, damn you to Hell. Thank God for Under Armour. That stuff is probably the best kind of clothing ever. I own quite a bit actually. Let's see, I have 3 hats, a mock-turtleneck long sleeve thing i'm currently wearing, 2 hoodies, and a cut-off shirt for when it's hot. Oh, I have a pair of sandals too. OK thats it. I'm not obsessed or anything, I just love quality clothing. My mom bought me one of the hoodies a couple of Christmas's back, and I was amazed at how warm the thing was. I had a North Face jacket too, but it was nothing compared to the Armour. In my current line of work, keeping warm and keeping cool are 2 very important factors crucial to getting the job done.
They're cheering again. I can't believe that before they get started working on 3rd shift, they make them cheer, like its a damn football game. Your'e loading trucks people, not scoring touchdowns. I mean, I understand the importance of boosting morale and all that shit, but to make your people cheer before you have them load/unload trucks full of boxes for hours straight? That's almost like making someone dig their own grave and then telling them to hop in and fill the dirt back into the hole from the coffin, and to cheer doing it. I used to do that shit, and I can tell you with an absolute certainty, I do not miss it. I loaded/unloaded trucks for close 4 years until my current position. And what a drastic change it has been!
I sit behind a computer most of my nights now. I process international customs documents attached to packages and shipments that are required to get them over the border to Canada. It has it's off nights and it's busy ones. I'm pretty regimented when it comes to my daily grind; I arrive around 5 (I dont have to be here until 6 PM, but I like to be early), go through all my stuff from the day before, then go to my work area to process all the stuff I have for that day.
I usually get all my stuff for the day done no later than 7 PM. I get some more stuff to do around 8:30, but it's not time consuming. I mainly do a lot of data entry and tracking down packages. Then around 10 PM, I go up to the office, and fax all my paperwork. Afterwards, I go back to my area to see if I get any late shipments, and if I have nothing, I leave around 12:30 AM.
Pretty boring. But it has it's amenities. I have a computer, a desk, and most importantly, seclusion. I love the fact that I don't have to talk to anyone when I get here. I call up front to let them know i'm here at least, but I don't have to.
Now, before someone takes this the wrong way, I love my job. Or I should say, I love the company I work for. Sometimes I wish I had more to do, but the fact of the matter is, I already do a lot of stuff beyond my pay grade that other people should be doing, but I guess it's not a bad price to pay for complete autonomy in the workplace.
But I would sincerely love to be doing something more attuned to my creativity than sitting here wasting away behind a HP monitor, listening to the click-clack of the sorter going overhead. I would like to do more creative photography, and Brooke's going to kill me if I don't start practicing more close-ups and macro's. Apparently there's a lot of weddings coming up, so there is a good opportunity to make some more money on the side this year, but I want to branch out a little further this year. I deem this year the one of no f'ing around, the one where I finally let my creative juices go and to avoid all the things that are holding them back.
They're cheering again. I can't believe that before they get started working on 3rd shift, they make them cheer, like its a damn football game. Your'e loading trucks people, not scoring touchdowns. I mean, I understand the importance of boosting morale and all that shit, but to make your people cheer before you have them load/unload trucks full of boxes for hours straight? That's almost like making someone dig their own grave and then telling them to hop in and fill the dirt back into the hole from the coffin, and to cheer doing it. I used to do that shit, and I can tell you with an absolute certainty, I do not miss it. I loaded/unloaded trucks for close 4 years until my current position. And what a drastic change it has been!
I sit behind a computer most of my nights now. I process international customs documents attached to packages and shipments that are required to get them over the border to Canada. It has it's off nights and it's busy ones. I'm pretty regimented when it comes to my daily grind; I arrive around 5 (I dont have to be here until 6 PM, but I like to be early), go through all my stuff from the day before, then go to my work area to process all the stuff I have for that day.
I usually get all my stuff for the day done no later than 7 PM. I get some more stuff to do around 8:30, but it's not time consuming. I mainly do a lot of data entry and tracking down packages. Then around 10 PM, I go up to the office, and fax all my paperwork. Afterwards, I go back to my area to see if I get any late shipments, and if I have nothing, I leave around 12:30 AM.
Pretty boring. But it has it's amenities. I have a computer, a desk, and most importantly, seclusion. I love the fact that I don't have to talk to anyone when I get here. I call up front to let them know i'm here at least, but I don't have to.
Now, before someone takes this the wrong way, I love my job. Or I should say, I love the company I work for. Sometimes I wish I had more to do, but the fact of the matter is, I already do a lot of stuff beyond my pay grade that other people should be doing, but I guess it's not a bad price to pay for complete autonomy in the workplace.
But I would sincerely love to be doing something more attuned to my creativity than sitting here wasting away behind a HP monitor, listening to the click-clack of the sorter going overhead. I would like to do more creative photography, and Brooke's going to kill me if I don't start practicing more close-ups and macro's. Apparently there's a lot of weddings coming up, so there is a good opportunity to make some more money on the side this year, but I want to branch out a little further this year. I deem this year the one of no f'ing around, the one where I finally let my creative juices go and to avoid all the things that are holding them back.
Not the first, Let's hope it's not the last..
This isn't my first blog, just so you know. I had another one, but it was removed for various reasons that I had no control over, so whatever. That's all I'm saying about it right now. Maybe I'll get into it at some point in the future, but for now, fat chance.
So, my New Year was far from...let's say...exciting. Kat and I just sat at the house and played Modern Warfare 3 and drank whiskey. Killed pretty much the whole bottle, but I swear it didn't even get me drunk. Maybe it's my tolerance from all those liquor-filled days of my 20's that I so foolishly spent. Or perhaps i just didn't drink fast enough. Whatever, I don't think I got hammered last New Year's either now that I think about it.
Maybe i'm getting old, and the mirth and excitement of New Year's and all the revelry attached to it just isn't doing it anymore. I had other options, sure, but none sounded fun at all. Or maybe nothing sounded fun because where I live, you have to drive 40 minutes just to go do something worthwhile and the combination of drinking, driving, and avoiding DUI checkpoints just didn't sound like a good plan.
Now, if I lived in Columbus or closer to, I would have definitely done SOMETHING. My only other option was to go down to Athens, and that's just as far. I'm not bitching about my not doing anything this New Year's, I just think that as my "resolution" for 2012, I am going to start going out more often and to more of a variety of places than before. Kat always gives me grief because I never want to do anything or go anywhere, but I think it might be a good thing to start being more ....sociable. Not that i'm an anti-social recluse living in a cave, but I really have become quite the homebody this past year or so.
And, totally unrelated, but I have a 1996 Honda Civic that's been sitting in my front yard for 2 months now. I've had this car for about 5 years, and I intend on getting it running soon. It only needs a little bit of work, but it seems that every time I get the right tool, part, diagram; whatever I need to get the damn thing running, I discover something else that needs replaced or find out that the tools I have are inadequate to get the job done. I would love to get this damn thing running again because I would save hundreds in gas money if I was driving it instead of the Lexus every day to work. Anyway, it seems like every time I walk out my front door, I get asked if it's for sale. One day it was the mailman. The next it was some lady jogging. Last time it was some old guy who came to the door. Today, it was 2 carloads of teenagers in their shitty little Dodge Neon's, all "kitted" up (if you count any of the aftermarket stuff from the Meijer auto department). Each time I fee I have to explain the what, the why's and the when's of getting it fixed. It's like, if it was in fact for sale, there would be a bloody for sale sign in the window, or I would have at least put it on Craigslist by now. I guess really all I should do is get the parts/tools I need and get the damn thing running again.
So, amid the bitching of non-running cars and my ever-dwindling social life, I am hoping that 2012 will be a great year. Or at least I intend on it being one. I'll let you know. I plan on keeping this blog going a bit longer than the previous one.
So, my New Year was far from...let's say...exciting. Kat and I just sat at the house and played Modern Warfare 3 and drank whiskey. Killed pretty much the whole bottle, but I swear it didn't even get me drunk. Maybe it's my tolerance from all those liquor-filled days of my 20's that I so foolishly spent. Or perhaps i just didn't drink fast enough. Whatever, I don't think I got hammered last New Year's either now that I think about it.
Maybe i'm getting old, and the mirth and excitement of New Year's and all the revelry attached to it just isn't doing it anymore. I had other options, sure, but none sounded fun at all. Or maybe nothing sounded fun because where I live, you have to drive 40 minutes just to go do something worthwhile and the combination of drinking, driving, and avoiding DUI checkpoints just didn't sound like a good plan.
Now, if I lived in Columbus or closer to, I would have definitely done SOMETHING. My only other option was to go down to Athens, and that's just as far. I'm not bitching about my not doing anything this New Year's, I just think that as my "resolution" for 2012, I am going to start going out more often and to more of a variety of places than before. Kat always gives me grief because I never want to do anything or go anywhere, but I think it might be a good thing to start being more ....sociable. Not that i'm an anti-social recluse living in a cave, but I really have become quite the homebody this past year or so.
And, totally unrelated, but I have a 1996 Honda Civic that's been sitting in my front yard for 2 months now. I've had this car for about 5 years, and I intend on getting it running soon. It only needs a little bit of work, but it seems that every time I get the right tool, part, diagram; whatever I need to get the damn thing running, I discover something else that needs replaced or find out that the tools I have are inadequate to get the job done. I would love to get this damn thing running again because I would save hundreds in gas money if I was driving it instead of the Lexus every day to work. Anyway, it seems like every time I walk out my front door, I get asked if it's for sale. One day it was the mailman. The next it was some lady jogging. Last time it was some old guy who came to the door. Today, it was 2 carloads of teenagers in their shitty little Dodge Neon's, all "kitted" up (if you count any of the aftermarket stuff from the Meijer auto department). Each time I fee I have to explain the what, the why's and the when's of getting it fixed. It's like, if it was in fact for sale, there would be a bloody for sale sign in the window, or I would have at least put it on Craigslist by now. I guess really all I should do is get the parts/tools I need and get the damn thing running again.
So, amid the bitching of non-running cars and my ever-dwindling social life, I am hoping that 2012 will be a great year. Or at least I intend on it being one. I'll let you know. I plan on keeping this blog going a bit longer than the previous one.
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