Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wow, so I am so pathetic, I couldn't even finish this post. I'm picking this back up 3 weeks later.
I throw fits when things don't' go my way. The other day, I knocked over a pile of things when something wasn't working by throwing a a pillow across the room. I'm not going to put any more stuff down here. I don't remember the original point of this train of thought, so I'll leave it up to the Internet population to decide one way or another.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
The worst is when they preach I've given you to tools to be successful and you've failed. In their minds they've given me a saw, drill, vice grips and lumber to create a dog house for a Doberman Pincher. The reality is they've hidden a nail file, screw driver, rubber band and toilet paper in the deep recesses of the world. And now their Chihuahua is pissing all over the house I built! OK, stupid analogy, but Fuck them. I'm tired of playing their shitty games and being told I'm not performing up to the standards. They are clueless as to what goes on out here, they only see little figures on a spreadsheet. "All you have to do is increase this number and decrease this number." Hell do they think I just entered the data into excel incorrectly? Could it possibly be the past decade of stupid decisions they've made? Love rhetorical questions, don't you? This time last year, I was doing the work of two corporate managers. With the lay offs, they've given me the responsibility of four managers and the half the pay of one. Boss man has promised compensation and yet I've seen nothing. Meanwhile other managers around me who took two years to finally begin doing their job get rewarded with raises, promotions and corporate reach arounds. Screw corporate America. We are not as important as we think we are. Life will go on if we weren't doing this crap. I'm not paid enough to care or tolerate the stress. I wish I could kick the 19-year-old me in the ass to keep me from dropping out of college. I'm over half way to my degree...can I really go back? God help me if I do, Fuck me if I don't!
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Some times it think if we didn't send Christmas cards no one in my family would know if one another were still alive.
(Name Removed by Poster).
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tina was a trooper, she continued to take care of Berlin the whole next day. I was down for the count till the next day and still wasn't really that great. I didn't eat for two days. Since Tina was breastfeeding, she started eating much sooner. Yeah, so introducing food slowly has been difficult. It's been 5 days and I'm still not doing so hot.
I don't know if it was the pizza, the Ragu we used for dipping or maybe even the Coca-Cola. I'm not eating those left overs though.
My doctor told me it was probably just a stomach flu. Everything I've read online says there's no such thing. They say bad bacteria interaction is what people call the stomach flu which is usually food born. So basically, all stomach and intestinal issues are some kind of food poisoning. So irregardless, it sucks!
And Gatorade Strawberry is quite foul. Berry isn't so bad and neither are the different G2's, but G Strawberry tastes gross down and up.
Alright, no more ickiness for now. Watching the last few episodes of Six Feet Under in bed with my family. Love lazy weekends.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Alright, let me get used to putting thoughts down here. I'll try not to whine so much in the future. That's more of a resolution than a promise.