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I sorta feel like crap tonight, even though last night I got the most sleep that I’ve gotten this week. That last sentence seems grammatically incorrect somehow, but I don’t know how to fix it at this hour. I actually got out of the plant at 11:30 p.m. It was freaking incredible. Tomorrow I should be able to go to my class for a little bit (I will make an appearance) and then I will have to go back to work. I should probably show up like a half-hour early so I have enough time to make sure that I make it to work. I also need to stop by Fred Meyer and pick up that poster frame. My G5 poster has been sitting on my table unused this entire week. I even took everything off the wall in the spot where I’m going to hang it. It will hang above my bed in a shrine to the glory of Apple and IBM.
Me and Kevin hung out before I went to work. He’s back in town from being in New Orleans and Los Angeles. My guess is he ran out of money. That’s the only reason anyone ever comes back to Crescent City.
This guy that I sort of halfway had a crush on in high school is back in town also. He actually sent me a MySpace message, and I was baffled as to who he was but Kevin informed me. The guy’s name is TJ. No, not the TJ I was best friends with in high school, another one. This one had acne and (as Kevin informs me) an ego befitting a god. He’s one of those “why am I the only perfect guy in the world” people. Well, this is all still according to Kevin who obviously doesn’t have my best interests in mind. I sent the guy a message while Kevin was here. It was short. I wonder if the guy will respond. To tell you the truth, I don’t care either way. He really wasn’t that cute at all. Maybe now that he doesn’t have the acne he would be better looking, but I hate egotistical people. Well, people egotistical about their looks. That infuriates me. On second thought, I don’t hate people that can apprecate their beauty, I hate people who believe themselves to be perfect. Anyway, I shouldn’t dawdle on the subject. The guy totally blew me off back in high school because he wanted to screw the hottest guys in the school at that time (Justin and Peng). According to Kevin, mostly Peng. Is it irony if I succeeded on both counts while he failed? Yes. And it’s freaking delicious. TJ, eat your heart out. (I cannot find a single definition of that idiom. I hope I’m using it correctly. Oh well.)
I’m really growing to love my new job. For all of its stresses, it has a great payoff. Once those presses start, you get to go out there and take something that you created. For me, I created it in two ways: both by writing some of the content and by printing it. It’s so strange seeing something that you typed up earlier in the day transposed onto a gigantic machine spewing out thousands of copies of it.
And it doesn’t hurt either that my coworkers are incredibly friendly. I wrote another paragraph, but then realized that they possibly read this… so I should be less…how shall I say… lascivious? Yes, that’s it. They were bantering and stuff like kids about this one thing, and this one lady there told me about this cool math game. We checked it out online and it looked pretty tight. Anyway, I especially love that 20 minute lag before I get the last two pages of the Triplicate. I can catch up on my dirty pleasures, my dirtier pleasures, and my even dirtier pleasures. And I can check my eBay auction and my MySpace messages. It’s quite wonderful. I run the whole thing on three different computers, so I use one computer to check for new pages and the sweet G5 for MySpacing. As long as I check for new page every minute or so, I’m being just as productive as if I was sitting there staring at a blank screen.
(Paragraph where I talk about how skeptical I am about selling my iPod for a respectable sum of money and how I complain that there’s only three days left in the auction)
I feel really bad that I wasn’t able to talk to my mom on the phone today when she called. When I answered, I was in a bit of a compromising position. An anagram for this is “flea toil.” So I told her I would call her back in 20 minutes and never did. Well, I called about 45 minutes later right as I was pulling into the parking lot of my other job. I’m a bad son. Oh well. I did watch some of this Korean soap opera that she loves called The Immortal Yi Soon Shin. She sent them on videotapes and rather than admit that I wasted $40 on my VCR, I started watching them tonight because there was nothing on. She will be pleased. And I was actually really easily drawn into them too. It’s subtitled, and the production costs look minimal, but once you stopped noticing the “cheese factor” of the costumes, props, and sets the story comes alive.
I was really surprised when I checked my stats today and found that over 600 unique visitors had come to my site in November. I really hope that it’s measuring each month individually, because if it’s not then barely anybody visits my site. Still, I am getting about 100 or so new unique visitors every month, and that is pretty darn cool. I still haven’t gotten many comments from anybody I don’t know, so I don’t know whether I’ve built up an online readership other than my close friends, but still… to think that 600 people will live the rest of their lives with a little piece of my web site residing in their brain is oddly comforting.
I must say that I am sort of weirded out by the level of informality at my second job. At my normal job, I work in an office and there are just certain rules of decorum. Everyone is working on their individual tasks, and communication is kept to a minimum. Note that by communication I mean chit-chat. But at the plant everyone is responsible for turning out the finished product and everyone has to work together. No, it’s not that. I feel like I’m an impostor. A fag living in this world of straight guys and straight relationships. I know this is such a non-politically correct example, but I feel like I’m black, but just inside of a white guy. Like Chuck P. would say, since I appeart to be a straight white guy I’m “wallpaper.” But once someone found out that I was really black inside (that I was gay) then all of the sudden everything would be different and everyone would look at me differently. I consider myself out of the closet, but I picture this situation where one of my coworkers would imply something about screwing some hot babe (I have no idea how this would come up, but still…) and I would have to smile and nod. One of my coworkers the second week or so that I started their went off on me about how it’s a horrible thing to get married and to never get married. I felt like grinning and saying “Well I don’t have to worry about that!” *queue the Will and Grace laughter*. But I didn’t. I just kept my mouth shut and cut the pages.
I want to think that this is the 21st century. That things like sexual orientation, race, etc. don’t matter anymore… but still the fear is there that instead of the carefree work environment, I will be ostracized. I know this is completely and utterly unlikely, but I don’t like being subjected to situations over which I have no control, and that sort of situation what the hell would I do? I guess I just don’t have an answer. And if it ever came up, I think I would lie. “Oh yeah, I’d love to fuck that hot babe.” Oh well. I guess I treat the whole thing like an involved sociological experiment where I get too listen in on the unfiltered conversations of random early twenties factory workers. It’s interesting to hear about what they think about all day. I’m always with my head in the clouds waiting until the next release of Mac OS, Windows Vista, Ubuntu, etc. where they talk about things like buying exercise machines or the trials and tribulations that they’re going through with their girlfriends/wives. I also really like to hear what they think about computers. I just know that they would absolutely love the ease of use and simplicity that Mac OS offers. I hear their complaints and frustrations and it makes me want to buy stock in Apple.
These posts are getting incredibly long, but I just save up everything I’m thinking all day long and then pour it all out at night. I’m separating it into paragraphs…does that make it better? Sorry guys…but I guess writing something is better than nothing. There’s nothing I like better then do not read Amanda’s blog for like three days and then devour multiple uberlong posts in one sitting. It’s like eating a bunch of delicious bon-bons of catharsis one after the other. Was that a streched metaphor? Well we’re living with it, because it’s 2 a.m.
Well, I think I’m out of things to say. Oh, wait! I forgot the best part. After work I looked at my cell phone, and there was a message from Misty. I called her, and ended up going over there. She showed me her Christmas tree and we watched the first half of The Rundown (please come in my sleep, aliens, and remove this filth from my neurons) before she fell sleep. I didn’t wake her when I left, I just turned off her trees and locked the door behind me. I felt guilty because I didn’t have anything to say. I used all of my conversation topics up on the phone. I’m being a terrible friend. It’s Wednesday and I still haven’t called Joe. Anyway, she was laughing at the movie and I couldn’t help but sit there in silent derision at the toilet humor on the screen. I guess it wasn’t so bad. But it was one of those movies were the acting is just so terrible that you half expect it to turn into a porno.
I must sleep. I did have enough time to wash my clothes today, but that’s about my only achievement aside from getting paid. Unfortunately, the spike in revenues from my new job isn’t on this check, but the next one should be about $400 worth of disposable income. Apple is supposedly coming out with a media center Mac Mini in January. The current model is $500. You thinking what I’m thinking? Mac Mini slush fund. Oh yes.
And now it’s time to go to sleep.
