I can’t figure it out… It doesn’t matter what I do, or what I don’t do… My insides just feel the urge to sing and chat or whatever it is that it does that makes me sound like I have lots of gas to spare. Normally, when I’m alone, or around certain people, I won’t care. I mean especially if it’s just noises and there isn’t a real methane leak. But when I’m at work, and it’s like mostly quiet with a 40% chance of ringing phones and co-worker banter, I don’t need my cubies tuning into what my stomach has to say. I’m not hungry… (well, sometimes I am), and it wasn’t what I just ate or drank… My body just wreaks havoc.
Once again, this is another plus to working at home in the privacy of my own quarters. Heh… My soon-to-be-new office isn’t even a quarter of anything. Well, maybe a quarter of a room. I forgot to post the pictures yesterday. Today is my Friday, so maybe I’ll have time tonight. I should set up my laptop and all down there, even though I don’t have a chair yet.
Speaking of laptops, I re-began my mission of finding a good Mac for myself. I went to Best Buys whom pride themselves at carrying the Apply line. What did I find? ONE, only ONE Mac laptop… And it was the display model. It was also over $2000 which I know I don’t have and can’t put on my new Best Buys card since my limit is $500. My credit sucks. Anyway, I was disappointed and decided to roam the rest of the mall before going home. I need to find where the nearest Apple store is and see if I can get a credit card or something in person. My instincts are telling me to wait until after I meet with my uncle, so I’ll hold off the search and try to get myself back in the mind frame to finish the treatment, possibly script.
Needless to say, I don’t have much time during my work week. Instead, I’ve been kicking around other ideas like this kid/guy who invents special trciked out tech goggles for the near-blind. That’s all I’m going to say. I don’t want anyone stealing my ideas. I felt I was robbed already with a superhero idea I had… which actually already existed. Another idea I had involved the crystal skulls… But we know why those are popular now. Sigh.
I need to go get a drink… maybe that might quiet my stomach down a bit. About 3 hours til go-home time. WAH time: about 2 weeks. Yes yes yall.
you’re making too much noise
the hoax slayer! (and google hq)
http://www.hoax-slayer.com/true-emails.html
Quite stunning emails that I have and haven’t recieved that are in fact, real… Well, mostly. Furthermore, the website itself is a debunking website devoted to protecting the innocent against hoaxes and such from email we like to call “spam” and other junk mails. 9 times out of 10, I can recognize junk when I see it, but I will admit that over the years, they’ve bet getting better at disguising that. Especially if they claim to be from a service you actually subscribe to.
For your own good and reference, check out that site and educate yourself. And with most cases, when in doubt, it’s probably not real, so hit delete.
Read http://www.hoax-slayer.com/google-office-photographs.shtml
Moving around: A slide allows quick access from different floors … There are also poles available … they are similar to the ones used in fire stations.
Food.Employees can eat all they want from a vast choice of food and drink.
Work Station: Each employee has at least two large screens. There are 4-6 ‘Zooglers’ per office.
INOVATION:: Large boards are available just about everywhere because ‘ideas don’t always come when seated in the office’ says one of Googles managers.
LEISURE.Pool tables, video games etc. are available in many areas.
Communication… On each floor, there are private cabin areas where employees can attend to personal affairs.
Health: Professional masseurs (euses) available.
REST …This room provides massage chairs that you control … while you view relaxing aquariums …
Ambiance … There are many books in this library … even some about programming !!
And yes, I do want to work there… Or at least I’ll build 3S:FX to be that way. ;oD
sweet Lord in heaven!
…it hurts to use a stapler.
Figures, today I need to bind more papers than ever.
I hate you, stupid screwdriver.
i did it again…
I have serious drinking issues. No, I’m not an alcoholic… I just can’t seem to keep any liquids in a bottle, or drink in a proper manner at work. Actually, it’s been shown that I have issues outside of work as well… It’s just more embarrassing here because I’m in front of much more people and depending on the spill, I might not be able to run home right away for a quick change in clothing. And today especially would’ve been bad because it was a fruit punch with a deep red that could stain even a jet black shirt.
So what happened this time was purely accidental… as it usually is. Monday I put in one of those little packets to make regular water into a fruity delicious drink, and sugar free. I added my own sugar because I hate that sugar free aftertaste. Gross. What tends to happen if you let it sit, you get a white poweryish looking residue on the bottom of your bottle, or cup or whatever you are housing this drink in. And this is sugar, or so I hope. I find it more with the sugar-free drinks, but I’ve seen it with real sugar too. Today I come into work and processed to get this residue back into the beverage before I take my sips and stain my tongue. As I shake, unbeknownst to me, I’m marking my territory with an all out assault on my desk, some papers, my keys and my watch (which I still haven’t put on, but stuffed in my pocket on my way out of the house).
By the way, this is how to make a short story long.
Once I realize my mess, I have a quick look around to make sure no one has seen this, as I’ve done before when I unintentionally make beverage message. I think my best is when I decided to shake up a drink in a SoBe bottle WITHOUT putting the top on. Fortunately that day, I had another shirt under the one I was wearing so the completely wet shirt could dry out. Ah… good times.
new countdown
I don’t remember if I discussed this already, but I need to set a new countdown due to the fact that my “last day” (according to my original countdown starting point) would be on a Saturday. I think today would be day #19… So let’s recalculate, shall we? Give me a moment as I compute the numbers.
…computing…
Alrighty then… I have decided to restart the countdown with today being day #17, and my last say being the 21st. Of course this is still just a guess, I don’t have a definite date as to when I’m going home, but I need something to look forward to until that time. So idealistically, this means 3 weeks. Woot! I seriously can’t wait. I think I may take some PTO tomorrow to rest and relax due to my not sleeping most of last night. Why? Laundry. The same laundry I was supposed to do Thursday night, or Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday… which actually I couldn’t due on Saturday since my mom was doing laundry that day. Every hour-2 hours, I’d wander down the many steps to the basement to find that the dryer didn’t do the one job it’s supposed to do.
I had to wear the tight jeans today. Okay, okay… they don’t look that tight… but you aren’t wearing them, are you? No. You can’t feel my restriction. Yes I’m a skinny thin dude. But these jeans were built for people with waists/hips thinner than mine. Probably by like 2 inches or something. I don’t know. But when I’m sitting, these jeans give me the muffin top look. Not cute. Not cool.
And I’m on a no-spend restriction until Sam is back in my driveway… or back on the road rather. Hopefully this is the week. I miss my car dearly. The alst few times I’ve been it, it smelled a little funny. I have a couple reasons why that mgiht be. At least it’s not the angry pizza boxes I left in there. I took those out before I dropped the car off. Why would they be angry? Because I left angry uneaten pizza in there. For a little over a week or so. Maybe longer. I can’t remember. Not important since they are gone now. Sam also needs a bath too when I get it back. We’ll have a night on the town afterwards. Maybe a trip to Springfield to find that cheaper gas. Maybe.
Wow I wanna go home so bad. I need to sleep for a good 10 hours. Mmmmm… Pillows… I know the sleep was getting good because I felt certain muscles in my body getting angry because they just started relaxing and restoring themselves. Sort’ve like after working out, going to bed, and that feeling you get the morning after a tough workout. It’s hard to get out of bed.
I also need to get out of these pants! 6 hours?! Dear GOD!
"one night stand" (in development)
So I actually began working on the treatment to a Sam Cooke story. It isn’t a biopic, since I know I’m not mentally or professionally ready for. I am going to attempt a retro-concert film of my top favorite album of my top favorite entertainer.
Originally, I was just going to do the concert iteslf, but I had other ideas circulating about other people that might’ve been there, and how this show may have affected their lives. But I planned for this to be a separate feature. So then I thought about it, and I said to myself, “Self, why not just combine the two? Surely I can make it work and it’ll make the movie itself more interesting and entertaining.”
I didn’t want to interrupt the actual performance, and I may not have to. In fact, I could shoot them separately and say on DVD that you can watch it altogether, like I’m about to write it OR watch just the concert on it’s own. Now when I say “retro-concert fim,” I mean having actors portray what’s on the album, since as far as I’m aware of, no one recorded the show on film. Too bad. I hope this idea catches on and other people recreate live albums for viewing pleasure. It’s the best way to make people feel like they were there, since everytime I hear the album I say “I wish I was there.”
Those are two things I want people to walk away with after seeing this: I wish I was there, and he was a great singer/performer/entertainer. I think there are other things I want to come of this too… Like more people being aware of his existence, legacy and impact on music today. Credit is given where credit is due, and I personally feel that Sam doesn’t get enough of it. So I want to change that, and make people more aware. In due time… a change is gonna come.
the magic hour
This might come off as late-night ramblings… or early morning thoughts… or what have you (only because it’s 5AM and I technically haven’t gone to bed, but I slept from about 8pm to midnight and haven’t gone back to sleep yet).
I’ve come to the realization, that I want to become friends with magicians. The real ones like Penn & Teller, Criss Angel, and even David Blaine. Why? They just seem like cool people and they are like a circle of elite class friends, well, sorta in their own category of cliques like those I’m familiar with in high school. But in the entertainment world you have your actors, directors, singers, and I guess the magicians are somewhere lower on the scale. But I’d still want to hang out with some and I have my reasons.
With that note, I will close with a quote from Criss Angel that I really like, explaining how he does believe in a higher power, despite many others in his profession:
“I believe that this universe is a beautiful work of art. Like all works of art, it must have an artist.”
go-home time
Wow… the vacuum guy is here early today. It kinda bothers me that he has one of those face mask things, ya know, like doctors wear. Is what he vacuuming so bad he can’t breathe it in? I’m not that ignorant… I know dust flies around and such… But umm… I dunno, I just get one of those “I-know-something-you-don’t-know” feelings… or “if-only-you-knew” feelings… Oh well.
Time for me to go home now. Sadly I always wait til the last minute to fill out my off-production sheet. i doubt it will make enough impact to keep me at production level… which is 40. I only made it to 30 without it. Sigh.
Here’s to next week!
who needs food?
Wow, what a struggle it’s been this week avoiding the cafe. Here’s to it being done, though! Sure the day isn’t over, but there isn’t much that’s left down there anyway.
I’ve avoiding eating for a couple reasons. Part of it is religious reasons. Part of it is to save money to get Sam out of car-hospital. And it’s also a way for me to lose the chubby belly forming under my loose fitting clothing. I’m not that self conscious about my weight. I think that shows since I don’t even know how much I weigh right now. But physical appearance, yeah, I don’t approve. And I’m also not saying I’m fat… I know I’m not. I’m just out of shape. And I want to be in a better shape than… hmmm… pugde.
We had Taco Day yesterday here in the office to call along with our quarterly Reward & Recognition event. Wasn’t too bad. The hard taco broke before I could finish it, and the soft taco either spilled the goods or ripped on the way. I don’t remember. It almost makes me wanna go back to Taco Bell just one more time. The list of fast food chains I frequent gets smaller and smaller. Who is completely off the list? McDonald’s for starters. Who is on the way off completely? KFC and Taco Bell. Why? The Original Recipe has changed. I don’t care what anyone says. I don’t think the Coronel had that much grease when he first fried his chickens. And Taco Bell? Not real Mexican food. But really it’s because it isn’t very filling and just makes me feel weird, depressed and gassy later. Regular Mexican food just leaves me gassy. I can handle gassy.
So this is yet another dry Thursday at the office. And one by one people are packing up their desks, PC and the like and going on home to work in their PJs. I think we’re on Guestimation Day 23. This is until I actually have a designated assigned day to work at home. And it won’t be until the later half of August. Hopefully. Hopefully not later. I wanna not be rushed to get out of bed. I wanna be stress free. I wanna be a contender. I wanna be a somebody!
Choir rehersal, then home to eat and sleep. Tomorrow there’s a possibility I may see Earth Wind & Fire but I’m having trouble finding someone to go with. I may turn down my ticket since I completely forgot I was going. Plus I really wanna take my hair out. That’s another plus to WAH… Leaving my hair out for a few days. WOOT! Those will be good times indeed. And pizza almost whenever I want. Good pizza too. And Taco Bell! Haha… just kidding. Silly Chihuahua, Taco Bell is for stoners.
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