Date: February 21, 2010
Time: 21:15
Place: Home
I am going to be 45 years old next week. These are the things I wish I could do on my birthday:
1) Take the day off!
2) Go to Midtown Comics and buy stuff.
3) Go to Jim Hanley's Universe and buy stuff
4) Call DoctorWhoStore.com and buy stuff.
5) Go to a restaurant like Red Lobster and celebrate with a good meal.
6) Kiss a woman I really like, and get kissed back by her.
Unfortunately, with my present job, the first 5 are out, and with my batting record with women, so is #6.
Happy Birthday to me.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
I go on
Time: 14:44
Date: December 30, 2009
Place: Work
I am writing this from the place I can't stand most in the world.
I was put in an awkward position today and it is not the first time.
I am sick and tired of what goes on in this place.
Unfortunately, every time I voice my feelings, I am given the same, monotonous line:
"You should feel lucky you have a job, a lot of people are out of work."
Let me make this very clear right now:
I DON'T BLOODY CARE!
Those people need a job, fine, they can have mine because I have had it with this place! I am disgusted with the long hours, for which I now no longer get paid as the company is in the toilet when it comes to finances, and the little pay I sometimes get, $10 per hour.
I know I've said this before elsewhere, but I can't stipulate or iterate this enough, I am not meant to be doing this job, I still believe I am meant to be doing something else.
I'm just not sure what that is!
Date: December 30, 2009
Place: Work
I am writing this from the place I can't stand most in the world.
I was put in an awkward position today and it is not the first time.
I am sick and tired of what goes on in this place.
Unfortunately, every time I voice my feelings, I am given the same, monotonous line:
"You should feel lucky you have a job, a lot of people are out of work."
Let me make this very clear right now:
I DON'T BLOODY CARE!
Those people need a job, fine, they can have mine because I have had it with this place! I am disgusted with the long hours, for which I now no longer get paid as the company is in the toilet when it comes to finances, and the little pay I sometimes get, $10 per hour.
I know I've said this before elsewhere, but I can't stipulate or iterate this enough, I am not meant to be doing this job, I still believe I am meant to be doing something else.
I'm just not sure what that is!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Date: December 23, 2009
Time: 00:19
Place: Home
It's been a really long time since I've made any entries, and after a conversation with a colleague, and a small fit of panic, I've decided to write something.
I am afraid.
That's right, I'm afraid.
"But," I hear you ask, "of what are you afraid?"
Many things.
I am afraid of death, and I'm afraid of dying. I'm afraid of closing my eyes to sleep for fear of never opening them again. I'm afraid of being rejection. I'm afraid of being rejected by people I want to be friends with. I'm afraid of being rejected by women I want to not only be friends with, but have a relationship with. I'm afraid of anything I submit for publication of being rejected. I'm afraid or being rejected when I apply for a job.
I'm afraid of being left alone and of being alone. Now I'm somewhat used to doing things by myself, but it would be nice to share those things with someone, preferably female.
And I'm afraid I probably wrote about all of this before.
Now, since I have written all of this out, do I feel any better?
No, I do not.
Time: 00:19
Place: Home
It's been a really long time since I've made any entries, and after a conversation with a colleague, and a small fit of panic, I've decided to write something.
I am afraid.
That's right, I'm afraid.
"But," I hear you ask, "of what are you afraid?"
Many things.
I am afraid of death, and I'm afraid of dying. I'm afraid of closing my eyes to sleep for fear of never opening them again. I'm afraid of being rejection. I'm afraid of being rejected by people I want to be friends with. I'm afraid of being rejected by women I want to not only be friends with, but have a relationship with. I'm afraid of anything I submit for publication of being rejected. I'm afraid or being rejected when I apply for a job.
I'm afraid of being left alone and of being alone. Now I'm somewhat used to doing things by myself, but it would be nice to share those things with someone, preferably female.
And I'm afraid I probably wrote about all of this before.
Now, since I have written all of this out, do I feel any better?
No, I do not.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Step 2?
Date: Sunday, July 5, 2009
Time: 00:15
Place: Home
I have graduated from DeVry. I graduated Cum Laude, I received an award, and I now have a Bachelors' Degree in Business Administration.
Now I need to find a job that pays more than what I am now getting paid, $10 per hour, and will let me be creative, instead of being stifled at a construction contractor's office.
Time: 00:15
Place: Home
I have graduated from DeVry. I graduated Cum Laude, I received an award, and I now have a Bachelors' Degree in Business Administration.
Now I need to find a job that pays more than what I am now getting paid, $10 per hour, and will let me be creative, instead of being stifled at a construction contractor's office.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Date: Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Time: 22:01
Place: Home
Here is a paper I wrote for my Humanities Class. I am putting it here for all those that were unable to read it.
The Diary
Day 3:
Stopped at a freshwater spring I found. I brought more than 3 days worth of water, but when you come upon a spring like this, with clean, fresh water, you have to stop and drink some of it.
Day 15:
Found an area overgrown with flora, took longer than I thought to get through it all. Will rest for a bit and continue on tomorrow.
Day 35:
Found another overgrown area, but this one had edible fruit. Decided to take what I could carry.
Day 48:
Found a village, the first people I’ve seen since I started this, I guess you could call it a “quest”. They wouldn’t take money for the food I would eat. Seems my money wasn’t worth anything here anyway, so we bartered. I gave them some fruit, and told them the story that brought me here.
Day 53:
I’m still in the village, exchanging tall tales with the natives. The village elders told me the story that has been passed down from father to son over the last hundred years. It’s a story about sounds of screaming coming from the sky, and night turning into day. They ask me if I have any stories like that. I tell them the story of “Thirty Days of Night”. Since neither of us believes the other, it’s all in fun.
Day 63:
I left the village 10 days ago and have had to stop for a while. I keep hearing animal noises, but have yet to see any animals. Since I don’t particularly desire to be some beast’s meal, I’ll stay where I am until the noises stop.
Day 70:
The noises finally stopped yesterday afternoon. It was then that I saw what was making the noises, well, one of them at least. It was like no animal I had ever seen. It had a head, feet, tail and a body, but it looked like it had been turned inside out.
Day 95:
Time: 22:01
Place: Home
Here is a paper I wrote for my Humanities Class. I am putting it here for all those that were unable to read it.
The Diary
Day 3:
Stopped at a freshwater spring I found. I brought more than 3 days worth of water, but when you come upon a spring like this, with clean, fresh water, you have to stop and drink some of it.
Day 15:
Found an area overgrown with flora, took longer than I thought to get through it all. Will rest for a bit and continue on tomorrow.
Day 35:
Found another overgrown area, but this one had edible fruit. Decided to take what I could carry.
Day 48:
Found a village, the first people I’ve seen since I started this, I guess you could call it a “quest”. They wouldn’t take money for the food I would eat. Seems my money wasn’t worth anything here anyway, so we bartered. I gave them some fruit, and told them the story that brought me here.
Day 53:
I’m still in the village, exchanging tall tales with the natives. The village elders told me the story that has been passed down from father to son over the last hundred years. It’s a story about sounds of screaming coming from the sky, and night turning into day. They ask me if I have any stories like that. I tell them the story of “Thirty Days of Night”. Since neither of us believes the other, it’s all in fun.
Day 63:
I left the village 10 days ago and have had to stop for a while. I keep hearing animal noises, but have yet to see any animals. Since I don’t particularly desire to be some beast’s meal, I’ll stay where I am until the noises stop.
Day 70:
The noises finally stopped yesterday afternoon. It was then that I saw what was making the noises, well, one of them at least. It was like no animal I had ever seen. It had a head, feet, tail and a body, but it looked like it had been turned inside out.
Day 95:
I’ve reached my destination. I never thought I’d make it, but as I look at the landmark that tells me I’ve made it, I have to say, that even after a hundred years, now that the low ash levels means the air is breathable again, the Empire State Building is still an impressive site, even with the ivy growing all over it. But I can’t dawdle. I have some more to go before I reach the boat that will take me across the Atlantic River.
Monday, August 25, 2008
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