I just thought that was a witty title, considering that I’ve not blogged for five months. I have a confession. I was forced to watch the Five Year Engagement. I actually enjoyed it.
No I haven’t gotten engaged. Remember I hate marriage. It’s just been a long 5 months. I’ve been working a lot of long days, and it’s only recently that I’ve started writing again.
I did get a puppy. Her name is Grand Duchess Faolain VonPixelface. She’s pretty damn ugly. I’m sure by the time I’m done with this I’ll have found a picture to prove this. She’s a mini-pin / pekingese mix.
Went to PAX. Played some games. Got some crap. It was pretty damn glorious. In the same weekend we also got to go to the Guild Wars 2 release party that I won a free GW2 mouse at. Read More →
So I now have a job…apparently I’m not even supposed to mention what this job is so I’ll just say I work as customer support for a cell phone company. Yay! Complain to me about your bills bitches! It’s so weird to have a 40 hour a week , 8 hours a day office job again. I guess coming from driving a truck, 8 hours of work doesn’t even seem like much, and we take a break every 2 hours. It almost seems…lazy. My trainer is kinda awesome. There are really two, but only one talks. To explain her…she’s from Guam…she has a wife and a son. Her personal heroes are Gordon Ramsey and Judge Judy. A naked chick on a dragon was the first thing that popped into her mind when talking about offensive tattoos. Total…win. We got a security talk today. They ran us through the whole procedure of emergency situations and the such and during the discussion about shut-in emergencies, like weather…airborn terrorist attacks etc etc, we were warned that while we are not prisoner and allowed to leave in these situations, in the event of a zombie apocalypse, if we leave the building, we are not allowed back in. Win. Read More →
I’m a truck driver. Anyone who reads this should know that by now. If you don’t, then…I’m a truck driver. There now you know. So I’m at the main terminal for my once every 3 months visit, which is a long and arduously exasperating experience of safety workshops and log book reviews and whatever the administrative equivalent of rape is.
Apparently for putting a truck in a ditch a month ago, I was forced to perform like a circus monkey, driving around suburban Dallas proving I can make left and right turns in a truck. In addition to that, watching videos and listening to CDs of 10 year old lectures, I was “randomly” selected for a drug test. Yeah…”random”…right. Anyway, I did that this morning and they gave me a paper to get signed by about 50 thousand people, or just 2, but it was still very inconvenient. When I went to return the paper, the girl at the window went back to talk with someone and came back and said “You have to come back tomorrow.”
What does that mean? As if to try to reassure me she adds:
“Don’t worry. They’ll be nice.”
I’m sure what they detected was the plague I’ve been infected with for the past few days. I’m expecting them to sit me down tomorrow and be like:
“Yeah, we screened you for Dying, and it came back positive.”
That has to be it. I don’t do drugs. I don’t drink. I did have some DayQuill yesterday. Maybe it was that. I realize that they also screen for blood sugar. Taking in the fact that yesterday I had like 4 Pepsis, candy and some Chinese food at the end of the day.
And an ice cream bar.
And today I had like 3 Pepsis.
And an ice cream bar.
And Chinese food for breakfast.
I think tomorrow I should have Raisin Bran Crunch and a banana for breakfast. It’s my usual breakfast, but the idea of having Chinese food for breakfast for the first time in months was so tantalizing, it was unavoidable.