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Reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.
Been writing. Been reading. Been watching movies and television. Because I need to.
Been working...which, this time around is fun, since they've been kissing my ass. And because I go into this not only knowing, but actually accepting and understanding that I can kick this shit anytime I want to. Yeah, I could have done this all along, but there is a difference between being aware of that and actually working that way. Just saying.
Ah. Communication...is one of those key things. Working on a universal translator for Anthony, which would make talking to everyone else easier. I guess my brain is wired funny. FUNNY dammit.
( Because some folks have that stupid filter that won't let through swear words )
Getting back into gear again. Been trying to readjust the whole sleep thing. Along with the whole getting up same time getting to work earlier thing. And then the calling thing. And getting home early. I mean, weird.
Okay, babbling. But that's all good. Haven't gone weapon's free on the brain fart. So, here it be.
Right.
Goods of returning to hell job:
--Being remembered by clients and experts.
--Being welcomed back by said clients and experts.
--Being told by everyone in the office that they're really glad that I'm back. And soooo meaning it.
--OOo...All the free soda you can drink.
--Headsets with mute buttons.
--Playing games over the network with Dave.
--Screaming out Simpsons quotes at random and hearing a really loud giggle from the other side of the office.
--"Hey, do we want beer with our lunch?" "Why not, we're walking."
--Having people from other offices in the building come up to me and saying how glad they are to see me after a year.
--Mo' money.
--Look! It's a much much shorter commute!
--Hey look! It's 5pm! Yabba Dabba Doooooooo! I'm outta here!
--Playing The Fart Game--giggling like a horrible, horrible man when the boss walk through a really bad one and asks the office "Do you smell bacon?"
--My comic book store is a 2 minute drive from me. No more waiting for a freaking month to get there to get my fix.
--Hot Moms at the preschool next door.
--Watching girls jog from CSULB in itty bitty running shorts.
--Wearing my "Jesus Hates You and So Do I" T-Shirt to work.
Bads about going back to the hell job:
--Same weird bull shit.
--having to *be* at work at 8am and not 9am.
--Hurrying up and waiting
--driving the 710 truck cooridor
--The world's longest freaking 3 miles.
--cold calling
--rude folks on the phone
--the boss popping over my shoulder constantly. Blargh.
--dressing down everyday requires too much thought than putting on a suit.
--no direct internet access from my desktop.
--all you can drink soda
Really...really...will actually write about London soon. Really. Totally. Yes.
Must finish paragraph on this thing...with the thing...with the faerie ass...and the dragon teeth...and hitman...yes...sense making...sometime soon.
Gooney Goo Goo.
Been writing. Been reading. Been watching movies and television. Because I need to.
Been working...which, this time around is fun, since they've been kissing my ass. And because I go into this not only knowing, but actually accepting and understanding that I can kick this shit anytime I want to. Yeah, I could have done this all along, but there is a difference between being aware of that and actually working that way. Just saying.
Ah. Communication...is one of those key things. Working on a universal translator for Anthony, which would make talking to everyone else easier. I guess my brain is wired funny. FUNNY dammit.
( Because some folks have that stupid filter that won't let through swear words )
Getting back into gear again. Been trying to readjust the whole sleep thing. Along with the whole getting up same time getting to work earlier thing. And then the calling thing. And getting home early. I mean, weird.
Okay, babbling. But that's all good. Haven't gone weapon's free on the brain fart. So, here it be.
Right.
Goods of returning to hell job:
--Being remembered by clients and experts.
--Being welcomed back by said clients and experts.
--Being told by everyone in the office that they're really glad that I'm back. And soooo meaning it.
--OOo...All the free soda you can drink.
--Headsets with mute buttons.
--Playing games over the network with Dave.
--Screaming out Simpsons quotes at random and hearing a really loud giggle from the other side of the office.
--"Hey, do we want beer with our lunch?" "Why not, we're walking."
--Having people from other offices in the building come up to me and saying how glad they are to see me after a year.
--Mo' money.
--Look! It's a much much shorter commute!
--Hey look! It's 5pm! Yabba Dabba Doooooooo! I'm outta here!
--Playing The Fart Game--giggling like a horrible, horrible man when the boss walk through a really bad one and asks the office "Do you smell bacon?"
--My comic book store is a 2 minute drive from me. No more waiting for a freaking month to get there to get my fix.
--Hot Moms at the preschool next door.
--Watching girls jog from CSULB in itty bitty running shorts.
--Wearing my "Jesus Hates You and So Do I" T-Shirt to work.
Bads about going back to the hell job:
--Same weird bull shit.
--having to *be* at work at 8am and not 9am.
--Hurrying up and waiting
--driving the 710 truck cooridor
--The world's longest freaking 3 miles.
--cold calling
--rude folks on the phone
--the boss popping over my shoulder constantly. Blargh.
--dressing down everyday requires too much thought than putting on a suit.
--no direct internet access from my desktop.
--all you can drink soda
Really...really...will actually write about London soon. Really. Totally. Yes.
Must finish paragraph on this thing...with the thing...with the faerie ass...and the dragon teeth...and hitman...yes...sense making...sometime soon.
Gooney Goo Goo.
