Nick Postagulous
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Cha-Cha-Cha-Changes
At work, there used to be rumors about how I was going to be transferred from one building to another, have most of my duties taken away, and totally focus on doing one thing that I do, well, I try to keep up with, but actually, right now, I'm doing a half assed version of everything I used to do.
Now, no more are there rumors, but my boss asking me to make a list of all my duties, which I tried to do, but since I'm just a jack of all trades, it's hard. Basically, the last line should have been "Accomplishing impossible/random crap."
What's odd, is there has been no meeting telling me what is going on. In fact, once I gave the list to my boss, he started talking about it to another one of the management in front of me, but not with me. Hmm.
But, since people can get fired for blogging about work. I'll stop.
Oh, and my name is James Mackelroy. I work in Pheonix, AZ for Dunlop. My boss's name is Tootie McCheese and she is a polar bear. There are no Hardee's here, only Carl Jr. Radio stations start with K. I'm an eskimo. But we prefer to be called the Innui.
Better or Worse
Ok, it's no secret that I've been slowly breaking down into little imaginary particles over the last six months. The darkened skin under my eyes is starting to turn clear. I can take in 1.3 grams (GRAMS!) of caffeine and still fall straight asleep.
So, based on some aluminum foil hat wearing conspiracy theorists websites, I cut out diet drinks. But, I think being dehydrated all the time will bring you down also. And while that is supposed to be the experiment that I'm working on, so see if I can get better, I'm also drinking lots and lots of coffee and have even bought Prolab 200 mg caffeine pills.
I'm trying to sleep as much as possible, but I can't go to sleep before Nina does. And the only time that I have to do what I want is then, so, my Me-time each day might consist of me adding or subtracting a few songs from my MP3 player (which actually plays wmas these days) and then listening to it some as I fall asleep.
I think sunlight helps. Maybe I have SAD. That's Seasonal A-something Depression. Maybe Seasonal Aaah Depression. Because I'm craving lying in the backyard in the sun listening to music. Heck, I don't even care if the grass is pokey or a little overmoist. I don't care if a little bug crawls on me, as long as it doesn't get in my shirt or something or bite me.
But it's warm today. I'll have the top down on the Miata on the way home. And tomorrow I have off since it's Good Friday. Saturday, Nina will have an easter egg hunt at my parents. Late sunday, more relatives on Alison's side of the family come into town. I'm so glad I have a small house since I'd feel so guilty not offering for them to stay at our place instead of a hotel, but they'd drive me totally insane.
Oh, Yeah, That Vacation
The beach was cold. The baby was scared of the big aquarium we went to. The indoor pool was cold enough to make her lips turn blue in 10 minutes. We came home two days early after the second day of rain. I collapsed Friday night and slept, only getting up for food, until Sunday afternoon. We're not taking another vacation until 2008.
