Sunday, February 25, 2007

I had to comb my worries and fix my thoughts

Yes, when life gets busy the blog suffers. That is the way of things.

I actually wrote a really long post last week but my wife vetoed a part of the story and I never quite finished it and it was just deemed unpresentable. It had all sorts of stuff about Kathy Ireland and furniture and some porn star and self esteem building (all completely unrelated) but I couldn't get it together and you should know better than to question me when I say it doesn't work. Sorry.

This isn't an excuse, it is more of an explanation. Cow Country tales and the other crap I do shall continue in the near future. I've been working a lot, had some home stress living with my sister, the bank messed up our checks which messed up some of our bills, I'm working on a short story about a girl who runs away to the Grand Canyon, I'm trying to help Ethan enter a story contest put on by The Reading Rainbow TV show with a tale about a Tyrannosaurus Rex who really enjoys playing with all of his friends but then eats them all without thinking about it (Of course the story would be about a dinosaur and I said "it should probably be about the dinosaur and his friends" and Ethan said "but I want him to eat the dinosaurs" and the story was born. I like the dark humor.). At someone's request, I'm also designing a card game for girls. Nerdy girls.

My father's aunt died last week. She is pretty much the matriarch of his side of the family so I'm going to California this weekend for the services. It's annoying. I don't know if I've mentioned it on my blog before but I feel like once you've lived by the ocean and then moved away, you start to live where a part of you is always asking, "So when will I see the ocean again?" Because you WILL see it again and the worst thought in the world is that maybe you won't. But my last trip and my next trip to the ocean are both going to be tied to the deaths of the elders in my family. It's a bummer that death seems to be the call that brings me back. I don't like the trend.

And at work, I think I have been shining too brightly. I hold a work philosophy of not sucking and not shining too brightly (because that just gets you "special" tasks for which you will not be paid extra), but all last week I was being tossed from special task to special task every day. I need to start dropping furniture off the shelves or something to lower their opinion of me before trouble really sets in.

When you have to ask for a weekend off to go to a memorial, you are reminded that it is a crap job. In the 8 months that I have worked there, I have NEVER asked for a Saturday off. And now, due to a death, I ask for one and the boss basically tells me it's my problem. Tells me he won't do anything for me but wants me to hang out and listen to him complain about his job just the same, and then an hour later he comes and asks me if I'd like ANOTHER special task and cruises off before I can say, "I'd love one". So I had to go wheeling and dealing with my coworkers and work out some trades where I get a nice weekend off and the suckers who traded me get the shaft. Luckily, the mofos like me.

I also have some passes to Snowbird I probably won't have time to use. If you would like a free pass to the Snowbird Mountain Ski Resort please send me an email (100 words or less) on why I should give you one and maybe you'll win.

Anyway, I thought this might give you an idea of why I haven't been posting much lately.

5 comments:

Native Minnow said...

How about I leave you a blog comment just saying you should give one to me? That is, assuming I can get up to SLC before the snow is gone.

I am sorry to hear about your aunt. One of these days we should just go to the ocean just to go. Of course, that would require another weekend off and possible trading of shifts with the mofos.

Please let me read the T-Rex story when it's done. It sounds awesome!

PsychoIntern said...

Remember when you drove all night to the ocean with us, stayed for about 45 minutes and drove home? That was awesome... :)

PsychoIntern said...

I am referring to NM, not FWW... :)

Native Minnow said...

Psycho, I stayed longer than that. I arrived at the beach at about 6:00 a.m., slept in the car until about 7:30, and stayed on the beach until 2 p.m. It completely wiped me out and took me the rest of the week to recover. It was definitely worth it though.

your mother said...

Are you glad I talked you into going to Mendocino instead of Crater Lake?