Friday, August 17, 2007
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Not King D'oh!
It's time to crib from the King...I took yesterday off because I nearly pulled a Don Music at work on Thursday...Did you hear about that Jon Lovitz-Andy Dick scuffle a few weeks ago? There goes my hope for a Newsradio reunion!...There's a giant bag of Sweetarts on my bed as I type this...Why do I always get annoyed when my grandma refers to actors on soap operas as movie stars?...Saw The Simpsons with my friend Joe last week and I really enjoyed it. It brought back some of the tone of the earlier, classic seasons. I actually teared up during Marge's videotaped monologue. Yes, I'm a wuss...Why did somebody turn Underdog into a movie? Was that really necessary? And don't get me started on Daddy Day Camp! Curse you, Fred Savage!...Don't you hate it when someone you work with suddenly starts talking about their family and you're forced to listen out of politeness? My tips for the situation: Nod constantly, say as little as possible, fall to the floor, and pretend to have a seizure...I didn't get any mail yesterday...Kids will have to go back to school in a couple weeks. Ha ha!
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Maintaining the Status Quo: I had a strong urge to quit my job yesterday. No particular reason. I mean nobody yelled at me or told me what to do, but the meaningless nature of my job weighed upon me. Now I'm no stranger to this feeling. It visits me practically everyday I find myself at Touchy Feely Fotos, but it was stronger yesterday for some reason. To be honest, what I do for a living could be done by a well-trained chimp and I have the salary to prove it. Add that realization to all the mindless chatter that serves as the background noise to my workday existence and frustration quickly takes root. I fought the temptation to walk out though. My bills prevent me from taking that major step unfortunately. However, if this strong urge continues to occur, maybe it will finally serve as the spur to find a better job and dislodge myself from the photo trade. One can hope.
Reading: Dishwasher by Pete Jordan aka "Dishwasher Pete"
Album of the Moment: The Sophtware Slump, Grandaddy
The Number of Ketchup Packets I Received at Lunch Yesterday: Four
Lazybones: I have yet to write about trip to Austin. I really need to get on that.