In my defense, I had every intention of returning and revisiting the topic of the last post... three weeks ago. My how time flies when you're preoccupied and self-absorbed. Anyway... I shaved my head awhile back. My hair is growing back out now though, so the following picture is no longer current.
Yeah, I'm slacking. Is that surprising to anyone? Honestly? Refer to photo above for cocked eyebrow. Yeah. So, let's get this party started.
 | As for current events, I've just watched seasons 1 and 2 of Better Off Ted. I can relate so completely with this sitcom and I have one character to thank: Veronica, played by Portia de Rossi (whose legal name is now Portia Lee James DeGeneres following her 2008 marriage to Ellen DeGeneres) as pictured at left, reminds me so thoroughly of someone (I'll never say who.) it makes watching the show a real delight. Also, it makes work alot more entertaining when I can superimpose de Rossi over her real-world counterpart. Also, the show is hilarious on it's own merit. I enjoy the ambiguity of the characters' moral compasses... or lack thereof. Working for a corporation definitely tests your integrity on a semi-regular basis. |
It should be noted that I do not work for an inherently evil corporation. My corporate structure is benign or Paula Abdul (who will not be pictured on this blog, ever) at best. But, having worked for corrupt persons/business entities in the past, I appreciate the situational comedy of merely trying to survive in that atmosphere between paychecks - assuming the checks are real, which often in those situations they're not. So, whether or not you can fully relate, I still recommend it to anyone with an active subscription of Netflix. Portia de Rossi! Ok, I'm done obsessing.
While visiting last week, my sister got me hooked on Sons of Anarchy. My DVR is now programmed to record any time it airs. Hurray for Tuesdays and something other than Glee to watch, which I also love but not so much for the singing as the drama and character interaction. Actually, I could probably do without almost all of the singing, especially the solos by Lea Michele as Rachel Berry. Anyway, back to SOA which I will definitely be watching tonight after a quick trip to the grocer and possibly an appliance store to look at the pricing of clothes driers and weep.
| I try to convince myself that air drying clothes in my apartment is not only earth conscience and energy efficient but it's also somehow glamorous and reminiscent of a canal in Venice. That works for about thirty seconds and then I return to how aggravating and unsightly the situation actually is and I don't care how much money I'm theoretically saving by waiting two days for my clothes to dry. And the stiffness when it does... I need fabric softener to live, damn it. I know where most of my next bonus is going. In the meantime, I need to find a laundromat because right now every piece of my wardrobe can be combined into a full-body, armor-plated body shield. I like to be comfortable, which is only possible when I'm not wearing clothes now. The "No Pants!" Revolution is alive and well in Apartment H. |  |
Speaking of which, everyone in my building was evicted. Everyone. I can park where ever the hell I want and it's glorious. Hurray for being the only tenant able to pay his rent on time. YES! I also paid my utilities. Love me some online banking.
There's a surprise on the immediate horizon for my family. I'm not saying anything else. We'll just wait for Christmas and no one but my sister and I will have to pretend to be shocked by the sudden revelation. Exciting. Can't wait. I'm sending gift baskets in my absence this year. Coffee themed, I think. I want everyone to be hyper on top of being crazy, abrasive, and openly hostile. Good luck, Ohio. You'll need it.
I've been plagued with alot of uncertainty lately. Most of that uncertainty involves the immediate future of my supposed career. The time to decide the next step is here and I'm still not convinced I want to advance any further up the ladder that I've been passive-aggressively and occasionally agressive-aggressively climbing. Sure, I would love more money and theoretically more control. However, I'm not sure I want to be the person I would inevitably become in that alternate reality. I think I'm fairer than most when it comes to the welfare and concerns of my employees, but I also realize that there are several times when the only thing stopping me from killing every one of them is not having anyone left to clean up the mess I'd make by doing so.
And it would be messy. You have no idea.
Besides that lingering homicidal rage, I'm not sure I'm ready to be the ultimate authority of anything. It's alot less exhausting to have a higher power to answer to and for in work situations. I'm only somewhat ambitious. There are limits to it, very real and quickly approaching limits. I would not, however, be opposed to moving again - anywhere. Location no longer matters to me, if it ever did. I'm comfortable in my current position and am working daily to improve my efficiency and competency. I would like additional real world experience and some more diversity in my management setting. More diversity as in: new people, new places, new anything and everything. Change and a lot of it. Constant and forever.
Anyway, it's something for me to think about and obsess over in the meantime while the higher powers decide what to do with me.
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