So yeah, Sunday. Didn't happen. I have been to busy killing virtual people to even bother with my blog post for the past three days. It's been hectic, adrenaline pumping and almost friendship ending.
Work has been pissing me off. I have been striving to become a manager since day one when my boss told me she was going to make me a manager. She has still yet to promote me and still pushes me harder than anyone else at the store. She admits this to everyone else and has admitted it to me one time. So if I am not doing my job the right way or am not deserving of the position, why blow smoke up my ass for days on end? It gets really frustrating.
Sorry for the rant. I shall continue on with a more...entertaining topic.
Xfire's contest for Combat Arms ended this week. I am hoping they will give my best friend and myself something for spending lots of hours in the game considering that how they choose their winners. The game is awesome still. It doesn't bore me like most other first person shooters have since I started playing them. And thus, I shall keep playing it.
Since the minimum wage has increased from $5.85 to a decent $6.55 per hour, I have considered finding another job. I haven't started looking yet, but I would definitely like to get another office job. I excel in an office environment and like I said about computers, our relationship is just fine. I thought about doing something in Data Entry since I am a fast typer and have good accuracy with my typing skills. But as we all know, until this dreaded recession ends, jobs are hard to come by.
I end this post with saying: "Vote for McCain, let Obama die"
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
An Update
It has been awhile since my last post and for that I give my apologies. Knowing that your blog isn't being viewed by anyone is like writing into a journal in which no one will ever get their grubby hands on. Be it as it may, I will write again.
I will have to say that today was both good and bad like most of my days are. I woke up like normal and went to work like normal. Although I was over an hour late to work today, it still didn't seem to throw my mood. When I got to work I popped one of my Yellow Jackets (thats an energy pill for those uninformed) and went about my day. Today was truck day and that meant I had to bust my ass in order to help get the store opened on time AND I had an hour handicap. Since my general manager has started becoming proactive with the PR of our store, our business has been increasing on a daily basis. Today was no exception as I watched our sales increase from last years figures as well as yesterdays. What I am getting at is we were booming. I sweated from the time I got there until the time I left and I was exhausted. This is also partially why I haven't posted in a week.
Today I also decided to go to a local Chinese restaurant with the wife and my best friend and his wife. It was typical as most outtings with them are except my friend and I had one thing on our minds. We wanted to get back home ASAP and play Combat Arms. It's a First-person Shooter that is free to play (Amazingly so, given its detail and fun level) and requires you to play and gain experience points to achieve higher ranks (military) and unlock new weapons. So we ate as fast as we could and smoked our cigarettes and off to our homes we went. We logged in to play and within the first ten minutes, all hell broke loose at his home. I am not going to divulge this information as he told me like any friend would wanting to express his frustrations but needless to say it was rough and it almost ruined what was left of a good and bad day.
Again, I apologize for such a short post, it is getting late and I cannot afford to be late again or I get a three day suspension. I have Sunday off and I may get around to a lengthier post.
I will have to say that today was both good and bad like most of my days are. I woke up like normal and went to work like normal. Although I was over an hour late to work today, it still didn't seem to throw my mood. When I got to work I popped one of my Yellow Jackets (thats an energy pill for those uninformed) and went about my day. Today was truck day and that meant I had to bust my ass in order to help get the store opened on time AND I had an hour handicap. Since my general manager has started becoming proactive with the PR of our store, our business has been increasing on a daily basis. Today was no exception as I watched our sales increase from last years figures as well as yesterdays. What I am getting at is we were booming. I sweated from the time I got there until the time I left and I was exhausted. This is also partially why I haven't posted in a week.
Today I also decided to go to a local Chinese restaurant with the wife and my best friend and his wife. It was typical as most outtings with them are except my friend and I had one thing on our minds. We wanted to get back home ASAP and play Combat Arms. It's a First-person Shooter that is free to play (Amazingly so, given its detail and fun level) and requires you to play and gain experience points to achieve higher ranks (military) and unlock new weapons. So we ate as fast as we could and smoked our cigarettes and off to our homes we went. We logged in to play and within the first ten minutes, all hell broke loose at his home. I am not going to divulge this information as he told me like any friend would wanting to express his frustrations but needless to say it was rough and it almost ruined what was left of a good and bad day.
Again, I apologize for such a short post, it is getting late and I cannot afford to be late again or I get a three day suspension. I have Sunday off and I may get around to a lengthier post.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
The Good Day.
With squinted eyes, my daily routine started. You would think with a everyday agenda consisting of the same activities would be rather boring right? Wrong. Today was both good and bad. And it "feels" as if most days to come could get better.
I got to work this morning only to find that the store was not ready to open. At the time I got there, we open an hour later and only 35 percent of the place was ready to go. With some of the lackies bullshitting going on, another co-worker and I kicked it into high gear and got the place ready to go. All the while in a neighboring city prepared for an annual tractor pull that is so popular, it draws people from California. Which means of course that we were to be slammed. From the time our doors opened until the time I left we were so busy, that is was a feat for our manager to render breaks. A busy day indeed.
On another note, that good ole' radio show does their "best of" on Saturdays and it was far from the best I have heard out of them. They usually recap the most hilarious moments of the week and replay them. At the time I tuned in, one of the radio hosts phoned his mother and the joke was the constant soundboard effects they kept playing in the background. His mother would relentlessly ask what the noises were and you could hear the other hosts and producers sniggering in the background. If that is considered funny, then Dick Cheney should be a comedian and George Carlon should have been a politician.
I also received word from our new "soon to be" manager of some good news to my benefit. Since I have relayed this blog URL to some co-workers, I cannot disclose that information at this time but I will in a future post. Needless to say, some much needed changes are starting to unfold in our disorganized little business.
Thats all for today, I will work on more lengthier posts when I can get off my ass and learn to go to bed before midnight. Ya'll have a good night.
I got to work this morning only to find that the store was not ready to open. At the time I got there, we open an hour later and only 35 percent of the place was ready to go. With some of the lackies bullshitting going on, another co-worker and I kicked it into high gear and got the place ready to go. All the while in a neighboring city prepared for an annual tractor pull that is so popular, it draws people from California. Which means of course that we were to be slammed. From the time our doors opened until the time I left we were so busy, that is was a feat for our manager to render breaks. A busy day indeed.
On another note, that good ole' radio show does their "best of" on Saturdays and it was far from the best I have heard out of them. They usually recap the most hilarious moments of the week and replay them. At the time I tuned in, one of the radio hosts phoned his mother and the joke was the constant soundboard effects they kept playing in the background. His mother would relentlessly ask what the noises were and you could hear the other hosts and producers sniggering in the background. If that is considered funny, then Dick Cheney should be a comedian and George Carlon should have been a politician.
I also received word from our new "soon to be" manager of some good news to my benefit. Since I have relayed this blog URL to some co-workers, I cannot disclose that information at this time but I will in a future post. Needless to say, some much needed changes are starting to unfold in our disorganized little business.
Thats all for today, I will work on more lengthier posts when I can get off my ass and learn to go to bed before midnight. Ya'll have a good night.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Through the eyes.
I woke up this morning beating my alarm clock as always and drudgingly got out of bed. This was one of those morning where I could have slept in if it weren't for the dreaded job to get in my way. I still made the best of it as I put on my work clothes and I was determined to have a good day. At anyone's cost.
I got in my car and headed to work and you guessed it, the sun hit my still squinting eyes as I headed up the highway. I tuned in to the radio station once again to hear that same morning show that always has me smiling at the stupid actions that they do. Although today, it didn't have me wanting to hear more, so I started day dreaming. I do this regularly (who doesn't?) and I keep getting this feeling that I am supposed to be more than this. More often lately than before anytime in my life. I started thinking about what if I could be an amazing writer and thousands, yes thousands of people would read my blog or if I published a novel. You know, something that makes you feel important like your life has meaning. I talked to my best friend about it and he said that this is something 40 year olds experience. Mid-life crisis? Nah, not me. I don't have the money for a Ferrari and even if I did, I would settle for an Eclipse or something. But yet, I don't know what it is, but something tells me that I need to push harder for something and be good at it.
All my life since I can remember, I have been drawn to computers. I am constantly helping someone with an issue or helping them do something that they otherwise without instruction couldn't do. I mean, call me a geek or a nerd if you will but I can't help it, I love computers. And with it, video games. Oh my God if you knew how much time I have spent in video games. That alone could be a novel. I know that playing video games won't land me a CEO position at Microsoft but I do know I want to do something I enjoy. I am not mechanically coordinated and I don't have many expert skills except office-esque like positions. I don't have a lot of brawn and I don't have the money for a college education. All I know is I want something besides this lowly fast food job. No, I'm not ashamed to admit I work at a fast food restaraunt. It pays my bills and allows me to live another day with a roof over my head.
I don't intend for this blog to get anywhere. I just want to share with you my life experiences as seen through an ordinary. I'm not special. I have 10 finger and 10 toes, 2 arms and 2 legs. I am human (unless someone lied to me) and thats all I have to offer. Just...life.
Share your thoughts with me.
I got in my car and headed to work and you guessed it, the sun hit my still squinting eyes as I headed up the highway. I tuned in to the radio station once again to hear that same morning show that always has me smiling at the stupid actions that they do. Although today, it didn't have me wanting to hear more, so I started day dreaming. I do this regularly (who doesn't?) and I keep getting this feeling that I am supposed to be more than this. More often lately than before anytime in my life. I started thinking about what if I could be an amazing writer and thousands, yes thousands of people would read my blog or if I published a novel. You know, something that makes you feel important like your life has meaning. I talked to my best friend about it and he said that this is something 40 year olds experience. Mid-life crisis? Nah, not me. I don't have the money for a Ferrari and even if I did, I would settle for an Eclipse or something. But yet, I don't know what it is, but something tells me that I need to push harder for something and be good at it.
All my life since I can remember, I have been drawn to computers. I am constantly helping someone with an issue or helping them do something that they otherwise without instruction couldn't do. I mean, call me a geek or a nerd if you will but I can't help it, I love computers. And with it, video games. Oh my God if you knew how much time I have spent in video games. That alone could be a novel. I know that playing video games won't land me a CEO position at Microsoft but I do know I want to do something I enjoy. I am not mechanically coordinated and I don't have many expert skills except office-esque like positions. I don't have a lot of brawn and I don't have the money for a college education. All I know is I want something besides this lowly fast food job. No, I'm not ashamed to admit I work at a fast food restaraunt. It pays my bills and allows me to live another day with a roof over my head.
I don't intend for this blog to get anywhere. I just want to share with you my life experiences as seen through an ordinary. I'm not special. I have 10 finger and 10 toes, 2 arms and 2 legs. I am human (unless someone lied to me) and thats all I have to offer. Just...life.
Share your thoughts with me.
Boredom
A good way to start my maiden voyage into writerdom. A post about boredom. Well, we all know the definition of boredom to be...boring. A sense of wanting to do something yet not knowing what to do. Albeit as it may, I am nonetheless bored.
Today was my first day back to work since my normal two day vacation. I drove to work sleepily as I do most mornings, bright sun hitting my sleep squinted eyes and the local radio show on the air. I reached for my half emptied pack of Marlboro's and something on the radio caught my ears. It was a skit that the morning show does every Thursday as a joke on the general public. Whether or not the skit was really done in the vicinity of the public or not is known only to them but the skit took me aback as I listened to them divulge in their antics.
The skit involved one of the radio producers dressing up as a homeless man and standing on a an overpass begging for money. The producer was heard from the crackling of a cell phone stopping motorists and talking to them. Every now and then, some of the motorists could be heard in the background talking to the producer giving him money. But the joke wasn't on the good samaritan types. It was on the radical assholes that seem to prey in our cities worse than the vermin that inhabit our city sewers. Bear in mind, its like I said, I don't know if the skit was actually real or not being as it is radio. The producer shouted curses and insults worse than anything that I would deem "appropriate" for radio. And this is where I say that our society is turning around on its maturity.
I see the world as one mass of people throwing their fists into the air. Our next generation gullible attitudes have turned us into scapegoats of the what we would consider intelligent civilization and it sickens me. I sometimes think what would happen if I were to write congress on and try to get a bill passed stating that "All idiots deserve to be fined 5 dollars everytime they perform an idiotic act"
Then I realize that we would all be broke. Even me.
Today was my first day back to work since my normal two day vacation. I drove to work sleepily as I do most mornings, bright sun hitting my sleep squinted eyes and the local radio show on the air. I reached for my half emptied pack of Marlboro's and something on the radio caught my ears. It was a skit that the morning show does every Thursday as a joke on the general public. Whether or not the skit was really done in the vicinity of the public or not is known only to them but the skit took me aback as I listened to them divulge in their antics.
The skit involved one of the radio producers dressing up as a homeless man and standing on a an overpass begging for money. The producer was heard from the crackling of a cell phone stopping motorists and talking to them. Every now and then, some of the motorists could be heard in the background talking to the producer giving him money. But the joke wasn't on the good samaritan types. It was on the radical assholes that seem to prey in our cities worse than the vermin that inhabit our city sewers. Bear in mind, its like I said, I don't know if the skit was actually real or not being as it is radio. The producer shouted curses and insults worse than anything that I would deem "appropriate" for radio. And this is where I say that our society is turning around on its maturity.
I see the world as one mass of people throwing their fists into the air. Our next generation gullible attitudes have turned us into scapegoats of the what we would consider intelligent civilization and it sickens me. I sometimes think what would happen if I were to write congress on and try to get a bill passed stating that "All idiots deserve to be fined 5 dollars everytime they perform an idiotic act"
Then I realize that we would all be broke. Even me.
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