Jan 25, 2007

Looking Minnesota, Feeling Rochester

In a bizarre test of The Universe's of Unknowable Humours*, I got hit with a stupid headcold on the same day that we finally got the internet back in our house**.

PRO - I can check NewJob email from home. Can end subject lines with "wfh".
CON - Phlegm. Everywhere.

PRO - Daytime internet is way better than daytime TV.
CON - Daytime internet is pretty boring if you're not wasting company time.

PRO - More time to write in my blog.
CON - More time to write in my blog.

So you see how it is. I don't know which end is up anymore. I've missed 2 days of work now, which should make my Friday seem like a Monday and next Monday seem like the Friday I had this week after missing two days of work. Know what I mean?

I have to get out of the house.

* Note the Old Fashioned use of the word, meaning not "haha", but rather "health". And sometimes "women problems".

** The same day we started paying for it was also the same day a local pasword-protected network in our 'hood randomly turned un-password-protected, and thus, free. Insert 3 Stooges gesture here.

Jan 19, 2007

No, I am not half-stoned

In case you were wondering, the reason my right eye is still bloodshot is....


I have no idea. I thought you would.
It doesn't hurt and I can still see out of it. Still, it's a little disconcerting.
And scary to look at in the mirror.
Come oooooon Newjobhealthbenefits.....

Next week: My Searing Foot Pain and Why You Should Care

Jan 10, 2007

Back on the Bus

I've lasted 256 days without a job.

Food and supplies are getting low, the raft has taken on some bilge water
(are you calling me fat?), however I've sighted
I must confess, there's a part of me that really loved being unemployed.
I got to hang out with my wife a lot, I did a bunch of cool things with
the band and with my acting "career" (some of which actually generated
some money and restored some of my faith in the artistic process... and
some didn't).
Sleeping in is always a plus, pretending I'm a retired-at-26 software
magnate spending the day on my computer in a coffee shop - you know, the
Seattle Thing.
I got to drink on Sunday nights, which I may or may not miss. I'm a big
fan of booze, but there's only so much sympathy your friends can spare
when they announce they have to get up early next day while you casually
order another round. To quote the band Primus (speaking of college and
other days of carefree drinking):
"Funny thing about weekends when you're unemployed/They don't mean quite
so much/'cept that you get to hang out with your working friends."

Mostly though, I'm pretty relieved. It's a good job that I held out for,
perhaps even loaded all my eggs into one basket for. I'll be working for
good instead of evil, alongside other creative-minded types in a field
that will afford me training, resume fodder and (eventually) some good
money. And there's really only so much sleeping-in I can do.

So I bid unemployment a bittersweet farewell again, possibly for the last
time in a long time. Time to re-set the snooze alarm.

Jan 8, 2007

Pardon me, but would you mind jump-starting my heart?

Is there any way to un-read a book?
I can't stop thinking about this one. Also, I'm constantly shouting at the Devil. He won't keep his yard clean and steals my newspaper every day. What an a-hole!

Jan 7, 2007

Petty Victories!

Unbeknownst to many, I launched a secret campaign to acquire 200 MySpace friends before 2007.

Mission Accomplished.

I'd like to thank each and every one of the MySpace 200, as I have since dubbed them. They are all (obviously), the ones who care for me the most. I know I could count on any of them to jump under a New York City subway train for me. As I very well may possibly do for them. Someday. Maybe.

Anyway, to all those "friends" #201 and up: Nice try, Idiots! See if I ever blog about you.