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Thursday, August 29, 2002
Two more recent Onion horoscopes...
You will be exasperated and embarrassed by your appearance on Fox's Let's Give A Million Bucks To The Guy With The Cleanest Underwear. You continue to hurt the ones you lovenot because you're a weak or bad person, but because narrative logic seems to demand it of you.
Friday, August 23, 2002
Just got home
...from a fun evening with Toni and Rob. Lorene and I went over to their house for pizza and a movie, since Rob had his surgery today. It was a really fun evening, from watching the ridiculous (yet embarassingly amusing) Scary Movie II, to going back to Jordan Valley Hospital with them to get Rob's leg rewrapped. There aren't very many people that I can say it's fun to go to the hospital with, but the Netzlers are definitely 2 of them. I'll share my miserable, humiliating experience at work today. I'm sitting in the training room listening to a lecture on one of the company's products. This training room has a computer and monitor at every desk. The flat monitors are on metallic arms. Well, I decided to angle my monitor so that it would not be facing me. I wasn't using it and it was giving me a headache. Well, I'm fiddling with the fucker, and all of a sudden the clamp that's holding the metal arm and the monitor comes loose. The arm and monitor go crashing to the floor in front of me, with a huge fucking CLUNK!. I am absolutely mortified, and the entire class is laughing at me. I finally manage to get the fucker reattached (with the help of the tech guy and a classmate), and sit there absolutely humiliated through the rest of the lecture. Now, the above story might not seem so bad, but I've already made an ass out of myself at work prior to this. Allow me to regale you with this story: I have just finished lunch with my friend Alicia. We had been eating in the cafeteria, which is on the first floor. We get up, throw our trash away, and head toward the elevator. We get in the elevator. I'm on the side with the buttons. I am thinking about other things, and I sort of notice that someone (who is a little ways away) is heading toward the elevator. I figure that they can catch the next one, and I push the number 3 and head up. Within about 10 minutes, I feel some hands on my shoulders. I look back and it's one of the supervisors that interviewed me. He says something to the effect of "Thanks for holding the elevator for me. Oh, by the way, guess who I was with? I was with Irena (who is my direct supervisor that called and offered me the job)". He then tells me that he made sure he made direct eye contact with me so that I couldn't say that I didn't see him. Well, he may have been looking at me and I may have glanced in his direction, but I certainly didn't make eye contact with him, or I would've held the goddamn elevator. Anyways, I've made a total ass of myself at my new job twice within a week. Boy am I starting out on the right foot! Music: "These Boots Are Made For Walkin" by Operation Ivy
Monday, August 19, 2002
Blast from my past
All of the Cyprus grads who read this will be pleased to hear that I ran in to.....Travis Maxwell at Valley Fair Mall. He had just pulled in to the parking space in front of me as I was leaving (having picked up my nummy dinner from Chang Chun's). He recognized me and hollered at me. I recognized him after a minute, and he came over to my car and chatted at me. He's married with at least 2 children, and works as a carpenter. He appears to be relatively happy, gave me his phone #, and suggested I give him a ring some time. Whether I will actually ever do that or not, I don't know, but it was great to see him. For those of you who don't know Travis, his most distinguishing characteristic was his tendency to pull his dick out of his pants for all to see at a moment's notice. He also wasn't afraid to run around with nothing but sneakers. The other big thing I remember about him is the tale he used to tell about going to a drive-in movie, and eating popcorn out of his date's cooze. Who knows if that's true or not, but frankly, who cares? I also remember watching him shoplift a cassette from Fred Meyer's, only to realize when he got back home, that he already had that tape (Suicidal Tendencies "Join The Army", if I remember right). It was good to see Travis. By the way, I've fully recovered from my evening of vomiting on Wednesday. Fuck, I hate that. It took me about 4-5 days to get feeling 100%, but I'm finally there. One more thing. I may be a johnny-come-lately to this cause, but I saw footage on CNN a few evenings ago of people "shark finning" It never ceases to amaze me that man will continue to find new ways to be horribly cruel to the creatures that we share this earth with. If you are interested in hearing about this practice, and the ongoing efforts to stop it globally, click here and here. I've been trying to find organizations that accept donations that go strictly toward stopping this, but haven't found one yet. I will let you know. Music: "Rats Of Reality" by the Circle Jerks
Thursday, August 15, 2002
My last 2 Onion horoscopes:
Your motto has always been "Kill 'em all and let God sort 'em out,'' but only in reference to germs that cause coughing, sneezing, and congestion. You're worried about your upcoming trial because, as an arrogant evil genius, you're not sure what the court considers a "jury of your peers."
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
I think I need glasses...
At the new job, I have to sit with various mentors and watch them use their systems. Since their desks aren't really set up for 2 people to sit side by side, I have to watch from behind them. I strain to see the tiny monitors, and it just kills my eyes. I want to come home and rest them all night. I actually got a headache for about 3/4 of the day, today. It probably had to do with the fact that we were learning how to trade bonds, as well. Bonds were my least favorite subject on my series 7 exam. For some reason, things just don't seem to click. Tomorrow will be options trading, which is even harder. I like them more than bonds, but they are definitely more difficult to trade. Ugh! I don't know how I got in to this business. I like it, but I don't have the natural intellect and learning abilities that so many of my co-workers have. So many of them are just sponges when it comes to learning, and just soak it all in. Me, it's like my brain's a 2x4, and nails of information have to be driven in to it, for me to grasp concepts. I plan on getting some pictures of Scott scanned soon for his blog. I'm just too tired after work to go anywhere. Jeff, I would like to get some of those pictures from our trip to Denver in May/June to put on his blog. Have you developed them yet? Aren't those pics that Tabitha put up on Scott's blog great? Scottie had a great smile. God, I miss him. Music: "Marlene Dietrich's Favorite Poem" by Peter Murphy
Thursday, August 08, 2002
Today...
...is the first day that I've been able to come home and wasn't absolutely overwhelmed with depression the minute I was alone with my thoughts. I'm still mourning, but I'm kind of moving on. I'm kind of surprised that I'm still posting. Last Tuesday, I was convinced that I would decommission this thing, as Scott was the primary reason I started it. But, the writing is somewhat cathartic, and it's had the benefit of keeping Dee and I a little closer, despite us not seeing each other much. And I love the feedback that I get from everyone that I don't see or hear from on an everyday basis (Toni, Connie, Jeff, Janet, etc.). It's even fun to hear Lorene's reactions here, too (despite hearing from her every day). I've started my new job, and the training period is very stressful, and it's just gonna get harder. I do like the company and the people I work with, so far. The biggest drawback is that I will have to be working Saturdays and Sundays. Here's my schedule, once I graduate from training: Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday 7:30am-6:00pm each day. Should be interesting. I'll probably end up working Christmas, which kind of breaks my heart. But...what are ya gonna do? Other than that, my biggest irritation is that despite my hounding him through a phone call and an e-mail, Jeff hasn't responded to me to let me know how things are going. Just a short note would suffice...that's okay, though. He's probably insanely busy. Hope to hear from him soon, though.
Sunday, August 04, 2002
Well...
I know it's time to move on, now that Scott's services are complete. Yesterday, I thought that the services and wake had helped me to bring some closure to this situation, and they did...but only in part. I am still grieving and breaking down today, and may continue to do so for a while. The pain is now a dull ache, rather than a stabbing, raging one. Scott truly had a profound impact on my life through his kindness, the fact that he was so much fun to spend time with, that he was always reassuring to me when I was down, and that his obnoxious qualities (making fun of people, mocking me endlessly, making kissie noises and faces at me when I would see him, and his endless complaining) made him so damn entertaining. Oh, and one more thing; he was uncannily insightful, and usually had the right things to say when I was searching for answers about something. I wish he had that same strong insight and wisdom in regards to his own situation. And I really wish that he would have leaned on me the way that he would let me lean on him, during his trying times. I will move on, but it's going to take a while. For some reason, this is the most painful death I've ever experienced.
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