I like being boring
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
It’s always funny to me when someone new finds the blog and actually reads the very first post. I say this because they always have the same reactions. Basically they say “Holy shit”. Well, it depends on their propensity to swear. Some of them would never use the word “shit”. But they read it and they are just blown away by what started this whole blog. That story just seems to get a reaction that only things like “hard first date no lube anal girl” have come close to achieving.
It makes me laugh because compared to that story; life is so fucking calm now. Yes there is still the girl I dated briefly, leading to a wild series that I just can’t get myself to complete. But overall life has been calm for the last year. It’s an odd thing because I actually am kind of enjoying the boredom. Yeah, I know it leads to boring blogging too, but it is a lot easier to accept having a shitty blog than it is to handle all the other shit that used to happen. Eventually I was going to get killed by some psycho chick or her dirtbag ex. As I have sworn to try to live at least until my son graduates college I really needed to avoid all the drama.
The crazy thing is that there are still people who hear what I do and think it’s a crazy life. I don’t have anything to compare it to though. My frame of reference is basically my life, my childhood and the lives and childhoods of my family. I was telling someone the story of my stepbrothers’ marriages, and the person I was telling listened like I was explaining the mating habits of alien rednecks. Compared to what they went through, the last year for me has been about as dull as this blog has become.
In other news, I guess I got a promotion at work.
I wasn’t given any more money. I didn’t get a new title. And nobody has said shit to me. But I guess it happened. I got a call from a vendor. They do some marketing for us, or at least try. We don’t get much worth doing from them, but that’s a different issue. Anyway, when they first called me I referred them to my boss because I can’t even buy paper without them eventually signing off on it. There was no way I’d get to decide if we’re spending $3-6,000 on a marketing program.
So I didn’t hear anything for a couple of weeks, we still get information from this company and I assumed my boss had decided to continue the relationship. Frankly I didn’t give a shit either way. Then the phone rang today. The vendor was on the line and they wanted our decision. I again explained who they needed to talk to and how I have no authority.
That’s when the shocker came. My boss had told them to call me because it was my department and my decision. Needless to say this is a bit of a shock for me because I’m still waiting to be paid for that paper I bought. If I had known I could approve it myself I would have. Plus I would have bought much better paper. I wouldn’t have gotten the cheap shit that jams the printer.
If I am the boss I wonder if I can give myself a raise. I think I deserve one. Of course all this happens the day before a job interview. Go figure.
Oh, and for the record, while the celibacy has been a pain in the ass, I still haven’t called that stripper.
Find me a fucking date, and post i her number in the forums.
It makes me laugh because compared to that story; life is so fucking calm now. Yes there is still the girl I dated briefly, leading to a wild series that I just can’t get myself to complete. But overall life has been calm for the last year. It’s an odd thing because I actually am kind of enjoying the boredom. Yeah, I know it leads to boring blogging too, but it is a lot easier to accept having a shitty blog than it is to handle all the other shit that used to happen. Eventually I was going to get killed by some psycho chick or her dirtbag ex. As I have sworn to try to live at least until my son graduates college I really needed to avoid all the drama.
The crazy thing is that there are still people who hear what I do and think it’s a crazy life. I don’t have anything to compare it to though. My frame of reference is basically my life, my childhood and the lives and childhoods of my family. I was telling someone the story of my stepbrothers’ marriages, and the person I was telling listened like I was explaining the mating habits of alien rednecks. Compared to what they went through, the last year for me has been about as dull as this blog has become.
In other news, I guess I got a promotion at work.
I wasn’t given any more money. I didn’t get a new title. And nobody has said shit to me. But I guess it happened. I got a call from a vendor. They do some marketing for us, or at least try. We don’t get much worth doing from them, but that’s a different issue. Anyway, when they first called me I referred them to my boss because I can’t even buy paper without them eventually signing off on it. There was no way I’d get to decide if we’re spending $3-6,000 on a marketing program.
So I didn’t hear anything for a couple of weeks, we still get information from this company and I assumed my boss had decided to continue the relationship. Frankly I didn’t give a shit either way. Then the phone rang today. The vendor was on the line and they wanted our decision. I again explained who they needed to talk to and how I have no authority.
That’s when the shocker came. My boss had told them to call me because it was my department and my decision. Needless to say this is a bit of a shock for me because I’m still waiting to be paid for that paper I bought. If I had known I could approve it myself I would have. Plus I would have bought much better paper. I wouldn’t have gotten the cheap shit that jams the printer.
If I am the boss I wonder if I can give myself a raise. I think I deserve one. Of course all this happens the day before a job interview. Go figure.
Oh, and for the record, while the celibacy has been a pain in the ass, I still haven’t called that stripper.
Find me a fucking date, and post i her number in the forums.
posted by R. U. Serious at 6/21/2006 11:29:00 PM
I'm R. U. Serious
From United States
I have nothing to say. I plead the 5th.
2 Comments:
*****
Being bored isn't such a bad thing... I to dated psyco strippers and porn stars (well at least amature) with even more psyco ex-boyfriend/husbands that didn't take to kindly to me... but hell, now life is easy.... quiet.... oh my GOD IS IT TOO QUIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT CAN I DO TO FUCK IT UP -
cool blog.
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