This is one of those days where I feel like I'm walking around with blinders on. I can only see the thing immediately in front of me. I've never been good at multitasking, but today it's even worse. I get sidetracked by thinking about chocolate. I get to a logical stopping point in a project, and I stop, but not for any reason, just because I'm there. It takes me a few seconds to realize, yes, I have more work to do.
My brain is frazzled and stupid. This is not that unusual.
Wednesday, May 22, 2002
I have huge news. Last night I went to look at a house right off of LynLake. It was awesome, and we made a bid on it. I went to my mom's place, to juggle with Travis & AJ, and then went home to watch The Others with Nate. By the time I got home, Nate had already heard our bid was accepted! The house looks a little something like this:
I have so much work to do it's comming out my ears. So I'm getting back to that. blah!
I have so much work to do it's comming out my ears. So I'm getting back to that. blah!
Tuesday, May 21, 2002
I'm having "issues" with blogspot again. Page not found errors... And bitstream is falling apart at the seams... I have my email one minute, and the next it's all fucked up. Fortunately, they've got some really talented people down there, and I'm sure they're doing the best they can...
Today at work was this all-gage company meeting... we played "games" which were mostly trivia about the various parts of the company. It's actually a pretty amazing thing, when you think about Gage marketing as a whole--merely in terms of the volume and sheer diversity of work that comes through this building. Unfortunately, working in one of these cubes, on my stupid little projects, doesn't leave me feeling part of anything big or important. The opposite is more frequently the case, (if it wasn't already obvious.) I usually feel so separate from this whole thing. I want to get out. Run. Become a hermit.
I am not a drone. I am not a drone. I am not a drone.
*sigh*
I've caught the ebay bug. It's funny how I've used ebay in the past without getting addicted. I think I was always looking for something in particular, but that's how this started too... it was just something in particular that I didn't (strictly speaking) need, so maybe that's the difference. Video games are plentiful in the land of online auctions, and I've found a few pretty good deals. My SNES/N64 game-organizer should be arriving in the mail any day now. I'm pretty excited about that one. And I bought Kirby 64 because Laura likes playing Kirby when we play Super Smash Bros.. But last night I found myself staring at the screen long after I'd already checked my current auctions, surfing for everything, anything, something--things I don't even really want... but have maybe thought about buying in the past. I think maybe it's got to stop... maybe.
Today at work was this all-gage company meeting... we played "games" which were mostly trivia about the various parts of the company. It's actually a pretty amazing thing, when you think about Gage marketing as a whole--merely in terms of the volume and sheer diversity of work that comes through this building. Unfortunately, working in one of these cubes, on my stupid little projects, doesn't leave me feeling part of anything big or important. The opposite is more frequently the case, (if it wasn't already obvious.) I usually feel so separate from this whole thing. I want to get out. Run. Become a hermit.
I am not a drone. I am not a drone. I am not a drone.
*sigh*
I've caught the ebay bug. It's funny how I've used ebay in the past without getting addicted. I think I was always looking for something in particular, but that's how this started too... it was just something in particular that I didn't (strictly speaking) need, so maybe that's the difference. Video games are plentiful in the land of online auctions, and I've found a few pretty good deals. My SNES/N64 game-organizer should be arriving in the mail any day now. I'm pretty excited about that one. And I bought Kirby 64 because Laura likes playing Kirby when we play Super Smash Bros.. But last night I found myself staring at the screen long after I'd already checked my current auctions, surfing for everything, anything, something--things I don't even really want... but have maybe thought about buying in the past. I think maybe it's got to stop... maybe.
Monday, May 20, 2002
the audition on sat. went well. We all kinda tightened up and didn't talk nearly as much as we should have. That's the kind of thing only practice well alleviate, I think.
Work sucks, as usual. I'm debating the merits of working a night security shift somewhere. If I can make $15/hr, I'll be excited about the prospect. I just don't want to actually do anything. I'll bring a laptop and books.
The house purchasing has to happen first, since financing depends on my job. We'll see if I can hold out for a couple of months. We looked at about 8 houses this weekend, and weren't really excited about any of them. Slim pickings right now, I guess.
Work sucks, as usual. I'm debating the merits of working a night security shift somewhere. If I can make $15/hr, I'll be excited about the prospect. I just don't want to actually do anything. I'll bring a laptop and books.
The house purchasing has to happen first, since financing depends on my job. We'll see if I can hold out for a couple of months. We looked at about 8 houses this weekend, and weren't really excited about any of them. Slim pickings right now, I guess.
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