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So… guess who has ‘net back @ home? Yup… I do! Of course… all they did was swap the cable modem. It would have been easier had they just sent one by mail… but whatever. The fact is I’m back up and running like a junkie in need of a fix.
NetFlix also sent me the receipt e-mails for my videos, and my new ones are supposedly on the way. What’s even funnier is that they sent me an e-mail about improving service and what not… and asked me when I mailed the videos back. So maybe FOADing on the ‘Net is better than I thought. Maybe some lackey of NetFlix read it… and maybe… just maybe they will make sure it never happens again. Of course it could just be chance… or karma.
As for some drama… because while I don’t necessarily mention it… I know that is one of the reasons you come here… I am after all The King of All Drama… well this week’s is brought to you by The Nick. So I get a text message from her yesterday saying that she woke up and has a horrible cramp in her neck. So therefore she can’t work. I text back quite literally, ”R u kidding?” to which I didn’t get a reply.
Now last night when she came in she claimed it was something she gets, and it is muscular, and blah blah blah. The thing is, I know the truth. I know that the Cracker she’s going out with probably had her contorted into a bunch of weird positions from the Kama Sutra. Yep. That’s what it was. It was probably ”The Waterfall” that you see here. Yep. I think that’s the one. It’s drama I tell you… total drama.
During a recent e-mail conversation I was asked if my mom reads my blog. The answer is no. She does know about Cereal Wednesday… because I had to kind of explain the big bowl that ended up in her dishwasher and all the boxes of half-eaten cereal I was giving her. Of course… just in case she comes out of the dark ages… well I’m sticking the Sex Meme I’m stealing from Avitable below the fold… you know… just in case…
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categories: It's All About Me Personal Drama The Nick
Yeah. I’m blah again. I know what your thinking… it’s the whole non-internet at home thing that has me blah, right? The truth is… I’ve been blah since before I lost ‘net. I think I’m still swinging through my February depression… and still feeling blah about it.
The bad thing… is lately I’ve been getting pissed off over stuff that would never bother me before. I got an e-mail from someone asking me to change something on their MySpace… and I got really fucking pissed. In fact, I was pissed for a good day over it. It was really a simple background change… nothing to get upset over and nothing to sweat… but in the moment I was pissed. I’ve accepted my role as a MySpace guru for my friends… afterall I am all white and nerdy and stuff… so I don’t know why I got so pissed off about it. Then I did this other thing that I thought was the coolest thing in the world. I passed it around… and no one acknowledged its existence. In fact… the lack of feedback still irks me a little bit… but originally it made me furious.
So now I have to wonder about my anger management digression. I have been known to have a temper that will flash quicker than the atomic bomb over Nagasaki… but I think I’ve gotten better over the last two years or so. Sure I still have my moments of road rage. Sure I still have my fantasies of smashing the laptops of e-mail bosses. Sure I still on occasion launch my nextel in a Hail Mary Joe Namath re-enactment aimed at the head of whoever has just breached my ambient stupidity barrier. The thing is… lately it has been those closest to me that have been pissing me off the most. I might possibly need to go to an anger management refresher.
Anger management is a really interesting class. You get to sit in a circle and the lead guy makes everyone state the things that make you angry. What’s funny is everyone talks about it so calmly… or was I the only idiot who kicked over my chair to prove how much I HATE when they give me Hazlenut instead of French Vanilla in my ice coffee? They teach you breathing techniques and how to let things slide and how its all small stuff and not to sweat it and all that other junk. One thing I truly found helpful was the whole concept of taking your anger out in a controlled environment.
So I think that’s what one of my problems has been. I don’t have a controlled environment anymore. The batting cages I used to go to are still closed… and I found out today they may not re-open. To trek into Chelsea… and being surrounded by Yuppie scum… well that’s enough for me to go at it all on its own… never mind everything else.
So that’s where I’m at in my mind about my anger issues. This is just a reminder that the mind is a terrible thing to taste.
On a really bright note… even no ‘net cannot stop the juggernaut tomorrow of Cereal Wednesday!!!
So last night I sat for my written State exam. 110 questions… I was done in 47 minutes. My fastest time on the State was for my basic back in 2001, when I was done in 39 minutes. The longest I took was during my critical care in 1998 which took me 133 minutes… but that was 250 questions. Go figure. So now I wait 6 weeks for the results. Since I expire April 30, I should get my new card just in time… unless of course I failed and need to retake the test. I normally feel crappy about it afterwards like I do now, but I normally pass. Why do I normally feel crappy about it? Well because of questions like this:
Your patient has an obvious closed mid-shaft left forearm fracture going through both bones. What is THE BEST splinting option?
(a) Soft splint
(b) Padded Board
(c) Hare Traction splint
(d) J-Ring splint
Now why is it questions like that which make me feel crappy? Well choice (a) is a possibility depending on angulation. Of course… they don’t talk about angulation in the question. Choice (b) is the most commonly used option, along with a sling and swath. Choice (c) is only for mid-shaft femur fractures… so that’s ruled out. Choice (d) is… well… I have no freaking clue as to what a J-Ring splint is. Did I miss something in refresher? Do I not know something I should? Probably not… it was probably the psyche out choice. So I chose (b). I think I got it right. I guess we’ll find out in 6 weeks or so.
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So while I was being plundered of knowledge, my name was also dragged onto a slate for officers at The Hills. I had purposely joined the Nomination Committee so I could avoid that… but I got ambushed. The fact that they met while I took my test wasn’t really an issue because I still had to give a yea or ney vote and had expressed to KC and Kash what my choices had been. The fact that the slate ended up having 4 out of 5 members of the Nomination Committee to me seems a bit shady.
So basically I was nominated for the Captain position which is basically equal to being the Chief Operations Officer because we don’t use anything higher than Captain, whereas other organizations use Chief. The thing about it is that I’ve already held that position, in addition to having been Vice-President for three years. There is a lot of politics that seems to circle around the place which I don’t care for. The fact is that after I left The Hills in mid-2002 for a year off, that year grew to three years without so much as a shrug for me. The only way that I agreed to come back is if I could stay out of the political bullshit that goes on.
What it entails is complete oversight of the operations of the place. Probably an additional 8-12 hours a week when all is said and done. It’s a commitment I could easily make seeing as how I have few other commitments, but not necessarily a commitment I want to make. Let’s face it… even though it’s an ice storm outside now, it has been a mild winter. The chances of an disaster deployment this summer are pretty damn good… and the last thing that’s going to be stopping me is that.
Needless to say… it is bound to ‘cause some drama… and just what would life be without drama???
For 40 seconds this morning… at 4:17am to be exact… I did something I haven’t done in probably almost a year.
I made a phone call.
It is my favorite phone call to make.
It was the phone call that would balance me for the day when I used to make it everyday.
I didn’t realize just how unbalanced I had become until this morning.
So I know I’ve pretty much veered away from the drama that I am normally associated with, and for a few reasons. However, after the occurrences of this past week, well I can veer no more. Why? Maybe it’s because it is something I need to put out there. Maybe it’s because it is something that needs to be said. Maybe it’s because I know you all like a good train wreck the same as I do… and trust me… this train has wrecked.
So this week’s bit of drama is brought to you by The Nick. So The Nick is still going out with the same Cracker she was when last we spoke of her. She was the girl with the whole commitment phobia thing going on, but has seemed to overcome it with this relationship in particular. So hey… that’s all well and good. She’s a pretty girl, she has a good heart, and she deserves to be happy right? I don’t begrudge her this happiness in anyway shape or form. There are a few things though… that I do require.
I require there to be minimal verbal “muahs” and other indicative phone conversations in my presence. I require that my phone calls be answered whether in the foreplay, mid-passionate thrust, or orgasmic after glow stages of sexual relations. I require that he not break her heart… lest I will break his legs. Above all other things, I require honesty… and I require him to be honest with her whether or not his honesty will get him laid that night or not. Really, I’m not to demanding on the relationships of my friends.
Monday I called her to ask if she wanted to come into work to cover for someone who had banged out at the last minute due to a fat lip (long story… but I swear… it was quite bloated and puffy). She sort of brushed me off. So I thought she was doing the hunky-dunky with the Cracker. I was slightly pissed because, well, I need to come first even if she is in a rolling wave of orgasmic bliss. Eventually we texted each other, and she said she’d come in. So on Monday… imagine my shock when she came to work and I saw that this had happened… (WARNING! IT MAY SHOCK YOU!)
… well you can imagine what went through my head. Yes… she did THAT to her hair. My raven haired beauty had no doubt fallen under this hypnotic spell of this Cracker who forced her to make her hair… well… blonde. Now granted, my reaction to it when I first saw it (I screamed and then hid under the desk) was not as… supportive… as perhaps it should have been. Perhaps when asked what I thought about it I should have chosen better wording than, “I think it’s hideous.” Perhaps I should not have threatened her that I would not be going to Dee‘s with her looking like that.
Perhaps I should not have compared the look to being equal to a Predator Squirrel body being wove into the top of her head. Perhaps I should not have reminded her of my “non-blonde” mantra. Perhaps I should not have pointed out that co-worker Kitty is the ONLY blonde I actually like as a blonde… but that’s only because otherwise she has so much gray hair I think I’m talking to my grandmother. So maybe there are a lot of “perhapses” that occurred that I am not entirely innocent in being nonsupporting of this hair decision.
categories: Personal Drama The Nick The Steff
