Random Thoughts

Well, after my big weekend I'm 4 days sober. YIPPEE !!! I don't think I'll do cart wheels until I'm back to like 400 days sober again.

Rainy as hell here today. Cold, breezy and kind of depressing. Oh, well maybe tomorrow will be better.

If anyone of my regular readers would like to chat with me, my e-mail is thevoice@nyms.net and my yahoo name is the_pizza_killer . Not because I'm a serial killer, it's because I used to work in a pizza shop and read true crime novels all the time and all of my co-workers thought I was a serial killer. I'm actually pretty normal.

Tomorrow is the last day of the work week for me. I'll get a nice 4 day weekend to help my sister and brother-in-law remodel the nursery for the little munchkin who will be here soon.

I've thought quite often of exploring the use of supplements to help treat my illness. Does anyone know of any legal supplements that actually work?

God I'm so bored right now. Need to sleep for the early work day tomorrow, but can't seem to get there.

What if?

What if personal ads were just like used car ads?

I thought about this today and tried writing my own ad.


1977 model mid-sized sedan. White, brown top. Low mileage for age. Original equipment, no aftermarket add-ons. Dependable, comfortable ride, little road noise. A few blemishes, but well maintained over all. Recently tuned. A real bargain. Free or best offer.

What A Weekend....

This past Saturday was my brother's bachelor party. We spent several hours in strip clubs paying $4 a bottle for beers and slipping dollar bills into g-strings. It was fun, but very expensive. I spent like $500. It was one of those nights where I think i remember going back to the hotel, but I can't be too sure.

Then I get home yesterday afternoon and get a call from my old boss. He has been promoted to district sales manager and wants to know if I want to come back and take a management job. So, it appears that my worries of getting let ago at my current temp job are not so big a deal now.

This does mean that I will once again have to pack up all my belongings and move half way across the state again. It will be a chore, but I think I can handle it.

I can't think of anything else to type right now. Will post again later.

An Interesting Question

I'm sure by now everyone has been exposed to some information regarding December 21st, 2012. If not, the basics of it is that on that date according to the Mayans and a few other cultures, civilization as we know it will come to an end. What does that mean? Who knows really. Many people believe that, due to the earth's alignment with the sun on that particular date, we could under go a reversal of the poles causing a major world wide catastrophe.

Regardless of who's prophecy it is or if anything really happens, it brings forth an interesting question. If you knew for a fact that the whole thing was going to come to a screeching halt on a certain day, what would you do with what time you have left?

Let's say for sake of the conversation that there was compelling scientific evidence that the world would end on December 21, 2012. What would you do with the 4 years and a couple of months you have left?

Run up your credit to the max and live like you never lived before?

Forget about the diet and indulge as often as possible?

Have sex with as many random people as you possibly could?

Or, considering you wouldn't be in jail for very long or at all, would you do something more sinister?

Think about it for a bit. You can learn some interesting things about yourself.

And if you would like some more information on the 2012 prophecy, just do a google search on it. There are many sites out there with info.

Random Thoughts Before Bed

Well, it's late on a Sunday night. I can't get to sleep, but I'll have to force myself. I really don't want to go to work tomorrow. Business is in the crapper and I just know I'll be let go soon. On one hand it will be nice when I get cut loose because I won't have to deal with the office politics and all the other bullshit. On the other hand the income is really nice. Unemployment benefits will pay the bills, but that's about all they will do. No more extra cash to fund my liesure time ventures.

I'm on my 11th year of my obsessive quest to get down to a normal weight. I have managed to take of 50 pounds over the years. Doctor says that I need to be in the 210 area to be safe for my height and frame. Still have 40 pounds to go. Today I ordered yet another diet supplement to aid me in what I call "operation thin man". I have tried pretty much everything out there from slim fast to hoodia to alli. I have had limited succes with a few, but most were a total waste. The new one is a fatty acid compound called CLA. Apparently it is supposed to help your body stop storing fat and then it cranks up your metabolizm to burn off your stored fat. I did a lot of research on it and apparently there is scientific evidence conducted by real doctors to support claims that it reduces body fat. So, lets hope this one works. I'd like to give myself a nice christmas present this year by being down to my target weight.

My sister and her husband are expecting their first child in mid september. Also, my brother is getting married the first weekend in september. This got me to thinking that I really need to get my life in order. Thinking about it this afternoon, I realized that I feal very much alone. I don't really have anyone or anything to call my own. It makes me feal very empty. I've essentially pissed away 31 years.

Well, I need sleep. Guess I'll end my ant now and crawl into bed, although I'll probably just stare at the cieling for hours.

Krispie & Whorie Ride Again

Work has been a nightmare. One day I will have nothing to do. I'll spend like an hour doing real work, and then 7 hours listening to audio books and playing solitaire. Then the next day I'll be so busy I can't think straight. On top of all of this, we are in the midst of loosing a big dollar account through many little blunders that have combined to make everything a real mess.

With all of the chaos going on I still have to deal with Krispie and Whorie's bullshit. I don't mind so much their gossip or smart assed remarks about me anymore. I've come to learn that they are two of the most disliked people in the office. What does bother me is Krispie's non-stop talking that resonates through the building so loudly that I do believe people clear down on the bottom floor can hear her.

Then there is still Whorie's obnoxious laugh. I thought about that sound. The noise she means to be a laugh. The more I thought about it, the more I realized how disgusting it was. I've never seen one of those perverted porno videos involving chickens, but I bet her laugh is what one sounds like. It's hideous and she blurts it out every few minutes so damn loud that it just disrupts everything.

Maybe I will replace my existing headphones with a pair of those high dollar noise canceling headphones. Or maybe I'll just gouge my eardrums out with an ice-pick.

More Crap At Work

Last Thursday morning I come back into the office from my usual smoke break. My supervisor tells me he would like to chat in private. I figure it's going to be the "sorry, we have to let you go now" speech. Boy was I wrong.

We have an engineer working in our department who has many years of experience in the engineering field, just not in our particular industry. He is also very egocentric and will not listen to anyone. Other co-workers have tried helping him along, however he will not take their advice. Over the past several months he has managed to piss off damn near everyone he has worked with either with his shitty attitude or his incompetence. It had finally gotten to a point where our boss was getting yelled at by other department managers.

Anyway, we sit down in this little conference room and he asks me to tell him the truth on what this engineer is doing and how he has been acting. I give him the straight up truth and tell him how he is screwing up jobs and angering pretty much everyone he comes in contact with. My boss thanks me for the information and then over the next couple of hours proceeds to have similar conversation with the other five members of the engineering group. He comes to find out from the others that my story is 100% accurate.

After lunch he calls this engineer, we will call him Pooper for the sake of this discussion, into the conference room and gives him a real ass ripping. Pooper comes back to his desk looking like he just got drug behind a truck for several miles across rough terrain. He doesn't speak to anyone the rest of the day.

Friday rolls around. Pooper still has an attitude. He will talk to everyone in the group except me. The only time he speaks with me is if it concerns work and it is absolutely necessary. After he leaves for the day, I come to find out that he seems to think that I went to the boss complaining about him in order to get him fired so I can be brought on full time. This of course is total bullshit. The boss came to me in the first place, and I didn't tell him anything he either didn't already know or at least suspect.

So, I come in today and not only does Pooper start talking to me again, he is really nice. So nice it's almost sickening. At one point in time he pulls his wallet out of his pocket and offers to give me lunch money if I'm short on cash.

I'm not really sure how to take this. I'm a bit apprehensive to trust him. I think maybe he has something up his sleeve.