So I feel good that I am regaining my numbers once again this week. Successfully reaching my required quota of 40 files. However, ’tis not my personal goal of over 50, but the day is still young and I have about 10 new files left to work on, and 20 some odd number of older files to follow up on. So it’s possible. PLUS its that time again to pull some brand new files so I can have work to do next week.
Then after I leave here for the day, I’m going straight to the church to help set up for the revival we are having in our parking lot. Mainly I’m there to make sure the sound system is in working order. I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do yet, but we’ll soon find out. Besides that, we should have a good time. I sort’ve wish I brought either my video camera, or digital camera, to rememberate this event. That’s a new word for you this month. REMEMBERATE. Definiton? To make a memory or make memories of, usually with the help of recording equipment of some kind.
I’ll remember to bring something tomorrow on our second night. But tonight… The Dark Knight. It looks as though this is going to be another solo movie experience. No big deal, it’s what I do. It sort’ve makes it slightly easier on me not having to worry about people showing up late or having enough seats. Don’t get me wrong, I love having company, and I have a list of people I love to bring… But midnight showings are difficult to band together because unlike me, some people have to get up early in the morning, or fall asleep in the theater, or hate having to deal with obnoxious idiots who are immature and/or drunk. Why anyone would goto a packed midnight showing drunk is beyond me, but it tends to happen more times than I can fathom.
However, it’s not all the time the rowdies are there. Spider-Man 3 seemed tame. Didn’t think the movie was as great… but eh, can’t win them all, can you? I want to. I know I won’t but I can dream. And when I dream… WATCH OUT! For some reason I dream about food I crave and don’t have in my house, but still… watch out! Actually, that’s not entirely true… Remember that time with the bacon? That was like a couple weeks ago! And there was bacon in the house. Mmmmm…. That’s what happiness tasted like. And the eggs too.
Okay, time to get back to work. Today I’m rockin’ out to my soulful oldies. Technically this is my “On the Road Again” playlist, which starts off with famous road trip songs you here in movies that for some reason feature desert scenes and long straight roads. But my playlsit then takes a turn to Motown and Stax Records and works it’s way to the 90’s. Hey, a playlist has to last an entire trip! Granted, my longest trip isn’t more than an hour one way, but I need to be ready. I think I’m set. I have more than a week’s worth of music on my iPod… not that I want to here everything all at once, nor can I stay awake for an entire week to hear it. i’m babbling… need to get back to work. I’m just in a good mood. And a little sleepy. Maybe it was the caffine pill? I dunno… Could be why I’m feeling slightly hyper. YES YES YALL!
back on top once again
i name thee… MUFFIN LAND!
I really didn't want my favorite part of the muffin. It's too bad really.
wise guy
One of my co-workers has given me the name “wise guy.” She also might call me “comedian.” I don’t know why.
I will say this… I don’t care much for Monday mornings. I feel as though I must’ve been partying way too hard last night. In actuality, I was watching a The Jeffersons marathon on TV Land. ‘Twasn’t intentional, I merely left it ont hat station eariler that day watch a Sanford & Son marathon while I took a brief 2 hour nap. Oh well. I went back to my usual Psych DVD, laughing at the funny words said by Shawn Spencer. What an awesome show. Sigh.
Well, ’tis a new week, a new day. I have mycitrus flavored SoBe Energy beverage and I’m ready to start my disgustingly long day. After I complete the day, I must get back to the gym. If at all possible, I’d like to get a nice workout going as often as I can. Thursday I just may opt out due to the revival service at my church. However, Thursday night I plan to see The Dark Knight. I wonder how early I can buy tickets. I need to look into that. ALSO, I need to see who’s going. It might just be me… Midnight showing can be dreadful sometimes. Why? The crowd that comes out aren’t the most mature people on the planet. In fact, I think I’ve only really noticed that with PG-13 movies. Makes sense. When you are a teenager, and with other teenagers, you tend to act… um… stupid? Then you go into a 24 hour Wal-Mart and act… uh… stupider? I rather not look back on those days right now.
I actually wish I had some metal spoons to crush up my caffine pill and hide it in some applesauce… or something. I so hate the taste of this stuff. And it’s too bad I have issues swallowing pills.
Okay, let’s get some work done. I got files I can pull, so I need to get my top producer crown back!
good food, good people, good times
My grandmother is awesome.
Besides being a wonderful cook making delicious foods, especially the scrumptious fried catfish she made tonight, she says the most wonderful things. Sometimes wuite hilarious things. And of course with her southern flair on her speech. (People meeting her for the first time think she’s Jamacian because she talks so fast.)
I came in tonight, knowing I was out with a friend and she asked a very simple question: Did you have a good time?
She asked me that before and it just seemed so… abnormal. Why? I’m not used to anyone asking me anything when I get home. Maybe I’m asked if I picked up the mail… but not really much about wherever I’ve been. This may not seem like a big deal to anyone, but its the little things in life I’ve been learning to appreciate.
Back to my original story… My grandmother asks if I have a good time… This would make a great cinematic moment for me to reminise on the past couple hours I spent with my great “instant friend” Kathy, as we talk about life past, present, future and obscure over mini burgers, huge salads and quesadillas. Turns out I wasn’t fully clear on what I ordered and it got back to the manager, so he came by and told me my meal was free as they gave me fresh new steak quesadillas. What I didn’t know was they had onions in them. I can’t complain. They were free! I wanted to make sure out waitress was tipped well, so it ended up equalling the original total’s 20%, instead of the 15% of the discounted price. Did I lose anyone? It’s not that important anyway.
We also had these delicious desserts in shot glasses. I had a delightful cinnamon treat, Kathy had a brownie one. A picture will soon follow.
Anyway, after a very quick flashback, I told my grandmother that I did indoob have a great night tonight. She said “That’s good” and went back to watching TV. And my mother was eating one of my steak quesadillas.
microsoft updates
So the good news is I got my internet working again. Turns out Microsoft’s security updates does something horrible to anyone who has ZoneAlarm anti-virus program. Long story short, some kind of coding prevents you from accessing the internet. I was confused by this because I stopped the program from running HOWEVER there is a piece of program, vsmon.exe, that is also connected to the ZoneAlarm system and if that is still active, you can’t get online.
I thought by just going into the task manager I could shut it off. Nope. I couldn’t even get it to go away in msconfig until I went through the safe mode. Nope. I had to unistall it, which wasn’t a big deal because I rarely use it. I have other methods to keep my computer and internet safe.
I do want to thank Cathy from Cox telling me this information. I thought for sure it was a bill problem.
As for the bad news, my car is broken and not for for driving. :o(
we got work to do
My internet at home isn’t working and this angers me. I must have to call Cox and tell them about themselves… as well as Progressive and tell them I don’t want to do business anymore AND maybe for them not to bill me tomorrow so I can have enough for Sam in case I need it.
Anyway, I gots works to do, so let me get to it.
i vote for a chihuahua
July 8,
2008Posted: 11:25 AM
ET
The Obama family spent
The Fourth of July in Montana.(CNN) — Whether or not their dad
becomes the next president of the United States, the Obama kids are already
winners — of a dog, that is.In an interview with the entire Obama family to
air later Tuesday, Malia, 10, and Sasha, 7, told Access Hollywood their famous
mom and dad promised to buy a dog after the rigorous campaign season comes to an
end.Watch: Obama family celebrates The
Fourth“Win or lose, win or lose,” the presumptive
Democratic presidential nominee said.In the interview, Malia also said she often gives
her dad campaign tips on how to reach out to young people her age.“You really don’t shake kids’ hands that much,
you shake adult hands,” she said. “And I say you just wave and say hi, so I do
that kind of stuff.”What’s it like to have parents in the spotlight?
Malia said now she reads about her mom in People Magazine.“They always have those sections with you know,
how much people’s dresses cost, and so I saw that magazine, and I said, ‘Oh
mommy you’re in this!’ I’ve never seen mommy in that. Because I usually see
people like Angelina Jolie –”“You know, important people,” mom Michelle
quipped.“Yes, real important people, no offense,” Malia
said.
Several comments left under this blog stated protest for this not being news. Is that a problem? Can we not have non-important news once in a while. Granted its hard to call this news, but still… Something we can smile at. The title even says “campaign life” and some people have pets in their lives. Every so often there is a mention about the presidential dog or something. Most of the commenters understood it though. Plus… this is a blog! It’s not like an actual news article. People are silly. But this story did put a smile on my face. Perhaps this is one of those smelling the roses moments. Besides, would people complain if some pop artist was getting a divorce calling that non-news? I wouldn’t smile at that unless I felt I had a shot to be the rebound.
drive again, home again, sleep again
I had an interesting drive home as I think back on my disgustingly long day. I drive through a yellow light while there is a cop by my side, and as I drive on through, his lights starts to flash and I immediately go into a panic. He suddenly makes a U-turn and goes the opposite way. I’m still freaking out as I see this and actually say outloud “IT WAS YELLOW!!” More of in a crying, pleading way.
As I calm down and approach the next light, I see a car coming up behind me that I check out in my rear view mirror. In their passenger seat, I see what looks like a topless woman. I am first in shock because of the exposed nudity. I’m still a little timid from the cop scare. Then I’m slightly horrified because the woman doesn’t seem all that attractive and should be ashamed to be flashing about even in the passenger seat. A second (or third) glance confirms that is actually a very large chubby man.
I didn’t take a nap all day, I deserve to goto bed now. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have some work to do. Hopefully.
must there be pain to gain?
Ever notice how some of the exercise machines sounds like torture devices? Chess press. Abdominal. Even treadmill can sounds devious, especially if you didn’t know what one was and someone came up to you like, “You’re going on the treadmill for an hour! Arrrrgh!” Not all the machines’ names sound like torture devices. However, they do look like torture devices. And that’s how I and I’m sure others may approach machines not knowing what it’s used for muchless how to use it. That’s why once I find a machine I can manage, I scope out others using these mysterious machines and learn by observation. “Oohhh, you’re supposed to lean forward on the padded bar. I was trying to sit on it.” This also saves you from looking like an idiot while wondering why you aren’t ever feeling any kind of workout when your’e done. And you know when you did it right, because the muscles involved feel like they will burst in red flames or die like the pictures on the machine showing you which muscles will be worked, colored in the same red hue that you feel in your body.
And if you didn’t feel it then, you’ll feel it later. Either the next time you stand up or reach acorss the table, or when you get up in the morning… if you get up. Yeah, that’s when you’ll feel it. That’s when I decided to make a pathway with my body as I dragged myself around my room until I really needed to get something that required height, meaning the use of my legs. Those stationary bikes are no joke. Espeically if you do 5 miles just for the fun of it. I felt like I wasn’t working at all. But then it hurt when I walked down some stairs. For a few days.
Before I wrap it up… The Abdominal is what I’m suffering from now. I only did about 10 crunches. I think I had 30 lbs. But I feel it. Ever time I sit up I have the look of being chomped on by a big dog. It doesn’t really matter where it’s chomping on me, I’d have the same expression. A mix of pain and fear, but mostly pain. Fortunately, it’s just the pain I have and feel, and once I’m upright, I’m okay.
But this is what I want! This makes me feel like I’ve accomplsihed an effective workout! No pain, no gain, right? A month or so of this, and my big flab ab will slowly morph into a washboard, right? This is what it takes? July will be the month of soreness. I can’t wait...
here we go, week #4
Okay, this is getting a little tiring. I would really like to have some work to do. Fortunately I have a list of things to do to kill some time until some files are ready to be pulled or my manager pushes some to me.
In the meantime, I can help a friend look for a job. I can write some brand new poetry/monologues based on events I learned over the weekend. I finally brought my camera out and about, maybe I’ll go outside and take pictures of random things, but all up close and artistic-like. I kind’ve doubt I’ll do all that, so I’ll probably find things to take pictures of on my desk.
Today i got in at 6:30am. There are certain vibes that sort’ve happens at certain times. When I’m here at 6, it’s super quiet. 6:30, there’s a bit of bustle going on. 7-8 is a growing stream. And by 8-9:30 is the main flow of people coming into work, dying out by 9:30 which is the cut-off time as to when you’re allowed to be late. There is also some kind of ratio to how the parking lots fill up. By 7am, a good majority of the main lot that I park in is full. 6:30, like when I arrived today, it’s usually half full. Not bad, you still get a good spot to choose from. By that I mean you don’t have to walk far. But the parking resembled how the lot looks at 6am. If you worked here, you would understand how that 30 minutes makes a difference. For good measure, I should go out and check at 7.
I think it’s the holiday weekend. For example, my mother isn’t coming in today. I’m already wishing I decided to do the same. My body feels like I was at the gym yesterday. This isn’t the case as all, unless I’m feeling the workout I did Saturday, which doesn’t tend to happen. But what can you do? Ride it out of course. I’m still debating if I’ll workout afterwork today, now that I found my favorite machines to use.
I’m just about done with my coffee, so I’m going to go off and find some work or trouble to get into for the next 10ish hours. If I get too bored… I’ll be back.
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