Thursday, March 21, 2013
A Hot Pockets for 20 cents is a steal any day of the week. Not that Iíve had a Hot Pockets in a long time, maybe since I saw comedian Jim Gaffigan riffing on those things as pop tarts stuffed with nasty meat.
Itís just that Whoviangirl23 was on the verge of talking about glittery pink unicorns in her latest blog, and that sent my mind off on a Russian unicorn tangent, and gave me a pang, thinking of my dear friends Matt and Reneí, who claim this Bad Lip Reading version of a Michael Buble track as Ďtheir songí, because theyíre awesome like that.
If youíve got 4 and a half minutes to spare, go check this out right now, you wonít be sorry!
To swerve directions a bit, Iím marveling a little bit at my change in fortunes over the past month and change, from being unable to get barely any response to resumes sent to jobs offering modest wages, to getting this opportunity at making a very decent number. Tuesday night, I had dinner with fellow employees of the company I was hired by, including a couple of manager types. One of the latter mentioned how he was presented my name as the person being hired for the position, and having to ask who I was. I told him it was just as funny from my perspective, filling out an application for the company after having already signed an employment agreement.
Yeah, Iím lucky to have landed here, I know that. I feel, in some sense, undeserving. Actually, in a lot of senses. ButÖwhile Iím here, might as well make the best of the chance, right? Make an after the fact justification, or something like that, so to speak.
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Green Carnationís ďLullaby in WinterĒ providing the title of this missive, in honor of the first day of spring. Apparently, Mother Nature didnít get the memo, and the high temp where I am is supposed to be in the 20s, not the high 40s spring promises, and certainly not the 82 degrees Chicago experienced on the first day of spring in the year 2012. Honestly, I would be very amused if the high temp ended up being 28, the transposition of the digits acting as another sign of natureís warped sense of humor. But apparently, the temps will fall well short of that, topping out at 25.
Weigh in crept up another pound. Still below the mid January starting point of this blc round, but also up 6 lbs from the number I saw on the scale on February 17. In other words, not a good month. Still settling in to the new routine, not eating well, and not exercising consistently. That will improve. Question, as always, is ďwhenĒ? And yes, I know the answer is, ďwhen you decide to make it happen.Ē As routine helps make those decisions easier, hoping that translates to sooner rather than later.
And, at some point in the 6 hours since I scribbled out the thoughts above, Iíve been granted access to the system Iím going to work on. Time to get to work! Well, after I take the quiz that will grant me access to the software Iíll be working with, that is. Baby steps.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Saw an example of this at the airport Sunday afternoon, a guy in a line for higher status frequent fliers bullying his way past a guy who was first in line before an available Delta counter person, only for a tech to step in and shut down that particular station because the scale was misbehaving. The person he shoved aside, and one other person besides ended up getting served before the fuming bully boy finally got his bag checked in. I passed by that guy en route to my gate after getting through security, and if I read the info correctly, he still had a half hour to wait before boarding, so Iím not sure what his malfunction was (plumbing, perhaps?). But I enjoyed a little chuckle at his expense. That hasnít come back to bite me yet, but if it does, I suppose Iíll just accept that token of the universeís sense of humor and move on.
Listening this afternoon to the Fade to Bluegrass albums by a band called Iron Horse, who put a twangy twist on Metallica music. Amusing myself by trying to line up the music streaming via spotify to the Metallica tracks I have ripped to my computer. As I was expecting, it doesnít work perfectly because the bluegrassers are operating at a different tempo than the thrashers (most of the time). Besides that, Iím hopping up on caffeine in an attempt to stay awake going back over documents Iíve stared at before. Still donít have access to the system here, making me feel a bit useless. Hovering over teammatesí shoulders seems intrusive as they are struggling with a new system that was set up a) differently from the training material suggested it would be and b) before the help desk types knew what they were talking about. A little bit of the blind leading the blind going on. And then thereís me, with my hands tied behind my back (re: the lack of access).
The above was written about 1 PM, and now itís just past 4 pm, and slight movement has occurred, a little dodge affording me a glimpse of what Iíll get to play with eventually. So I feel less useless. I did also pop out for a spot of lunch in the intervening hours, which may also play some small role in chippering up the old outlook. That said, my brain is hurting a bit with trying to dredge up all the long past deposited knowledges and memories I used to know. Not in any physical, I have a headache sense, but more in a, ďdagnabit, I KNOW where it is, I used that setting often, why canít I remember where it lives?Ē with far more colorful, yet still silent language, as after all Iím still at the workplace. By now, Iíve gone back to the source, and am listening to Metallica proper (defined in my book as pre-black album material, though the self-titled effort is deemed acceptable). Back I go to dive into the system and play at teasing out the mighty thinks that once roamed my brainplains!
title inspiration from John Lennon: www.youtube.com/watch?v=F3qvo
Iron Horse's version of my fave Metallica song, "Welcome Home (Sanitarium)"
And Metallica's original Sanitarium for comparison
Monday, March 18, 2013
Probably not the greatest thing that one of the first things I did after getting to the hotel today was going back out for a snackage run. Sure, the items procured will be consumed over a space of 4 days, or even taken into work and shared out, but I feel a bit dumb, but decidedly not guilty, about having done it. Might be a tiny bit of defiance in there, even, which I fail to really understand, but there you have it.
Started Sunday at 176.6 lb, 4 lbs above the low figure of 172.6 recorded 17 days ago. It's not all due to road life, but the reduced exercise opportunities (available, or taken) have played a role, certainly. Need to make that a priority, or at the very least, mess around with the in room activities pointed out me to by some of you. They're not as fun as pickleball, that's part of the problem. So much easier to exercise when you actually enjoy what you're doing, you know? The sleeping in on the weekend, in attempt to catch up on sleep, took away the chance to play pickelball, as that is set up on Friday and Saturday mornings. I'll have to eschew sleep early on and take a nap later if I have to, in order to get there at the end of this week.
I'll have to grab that lost and found scale again this week. Curious as to what that sucker will have to say to me this week.
Oh, and one more random thing: the whole getting a rental car each week thing might as well become a extended test drive for whenever it comes time to replace my now ten year old Civic. This week's candidate, a Chevy Cruze. Sucker's got heated leather seats. And the coolest thing about it? The switchblade key! Never seen one of those before, where the key portion can be tucked into the head portion, and unleashed by clicking on a button. Ok, so I'm pretty easily amused.
Edit: forgot to explain the blog title: one of the snackages grabbed was Chili lime Doritos Dinomite, basically Doritos in rolled up form, and with a nice kick. A Mexican thing, I'm guessing from the flavor. It's good stuff, but I cracked it open just to try out one or two 'chips', and I went from verging towards sleep to being relatively awake. A couple of swigs of water, and scribbling out this blog, and I'm drifting again. Might do well to turn off this Lamb of God album if I want that sleep thing to occur soonish, as needs to happen, what with the 5:30 alarm looming.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
This whole having missed a day artificially, and having actually missed a day blogging, it's nice, now I won't bother worrying about whether I have anything to say, or report, and just check in if I feel like it. I feel like it now, obviously, even though it's 1:40 AM eastern time, and I'm back to Chicago tomorrow for work, there I have to wake up at 5:30 central time on Monday. I totally haven't figured the sleep thing out yet, and I'm pretty sure I haven't helped things by trying to catch up on the sleep deficit by sleeping in way too late these past two days. Being back in Michigan for the weekend wasn't particularly odd, but I am ruing not taking care of some things around the house when I had a chance to address them over the past three months.
Finally got back to my gym today, and put in a couple miles of wogging in 28 minutes, splits of 14:44 and 13:16, about half running half walking. I tried running upon getting to teh gym, but my knees and hips were pretty stiff, so I quit after a couple laps, stretched out more, rode the stationary bike for a good chunk of the first half of the Michigan State-Ohio State game, and then went back on the track. Didn't feel comfortable until towards the end of the first mile, and by then, I was just intent on finishing out the two, rather than making any attempt at running the rest of the way. Don't think I would have made if had I tried.
Anyway, the eyelids are declaring that sleep is nigh, so I think I'll heed their advice. A Happy St. Patrick's Day to you all, enjoy whatever corned beef or cabbage or green beer you choose to indulge in!
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