I'm sorry, my beloved fans

I had no idea how many people were reading my blog… In response to the number of folks who want me to start back up…

I stopped writing because it became one giant ball of negativity. If there is one thing I would like to change in my life – it is to make my sarcasm less negative… so I gave up on the blog. Negativity breeds more negativity. My mom likes to smile at people on Mondays because everybody is miserable on Mondays. I don’t like to smile at people at all… but I’m not going to be miserable here despite how much it absolutely blows.

After making that determination, things got so much better. I’ve gotten into the monotonous routine of groundhog day. Everybody else here calls it their “battle rhythm.” If that makes them feel better about helping the war effort by putting “battle” in the name they call their day’s activities… more power to them. I don’t wear a helmet to work and I wasn’t even issued a gun. I sit in front of a computer most of the day and monitor the war that is happening hundreds of miles away. I can’t justify what I do here as even being remotely related to battle, despite my hazardous duty pay.

The main reason I’m much better is because Retro… who if you’ve followed my blog… left. Praise the Lord, Hallelujiah – you set my people free! We all said our prayers when we threw her out the car at the airport that nothing would happen to the plane and she’d just go. And she did. And we partied! And all the people in the church said Amen.

My new boss has been a breath of fresh air. Dusty, hot and sticky air… but fresh. She actually lets me go out and do my job.

All the quadruple checking of everything is gone. I can appreciate the need to check things more than once. If you are even a bit of OCD like myself and have ever run back to your door to see if you locked it you’ll understand… When I lived in Florida, I’d be half way to work and turn around to make sure the garage door closed. But Retro wouldn’t even let you send an email without her checking it… all of that is gone. The chains have been broken.

And it is amazing how when left to do my job, I’ve actually done some stuff… I even got CNN to call and query me on a project I was working. National media calling a public affairs officer… be still my heart. Don’t tell anybody, they might think I’m working. For the first 30 days I was here, I got so used to not doing my job that when I did… people have been amazed and impressed at the simplest little things. I think it is funny. I could have been doing this all along but… well, I’ll leave it as I just don’t understand why people don’t have common sense sometimes.

I have served a sentence of just over 45 days now according to my paradise donut, which I rarely look at. That means I have about 11 weeks left. My donut can calculate that down to the second… Everybody here has their donut. It is an excel spreadsheet that calculates how many hours they’ve spent here, dollars earned, beers drank… whatever measurement to make this place go by faster. I don’t look at my donut often. I think it makes the time go by slower.

Another excellent reason for my upswing in mood is that just over a week ago, I moved rooms. My new room is clean. Clean as when you walk in, you get that monty python choir of angels echo when God shows up “Awwwwwwwwww” kind of clean. I was supposed to have a roommate show up the night I moved in, but he never did… so I put a visitor to our office up for a couple of days. He got pretty sick while here… but he was such a courteous guy that instead of coughing all night, he went outside and sat on the porch to cough. Course he was freezing his ass off too because he adjusted the A/C the wrong way. After the previous roommate situation, I’m just not used to such courtesy… He is gone and still no roommate. It might possibly be because every day I accidentally forget and leave his key at home that I need to turn in… one of these days I need to get around to turning in that extra… I would hate to be thought of gaming the system by purposely not turning in that key… I just keep forgetting. Honest. Ginko biloba.

If you are interested in what I actually do here… We finally got a web site to publish our primary release that we send out daily… Whatever the hell black anthem news is… I don’t know, but here’s our main product every day: http://www.blackanthem.com/News/2005060811.html

Off to work

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Yesterday:

Breakfast – Rice Krispys and under ripe banana… ran out of OJ, but found apple juice in the back of the fridge

Lunch – grilled chicken salad

Dinner – skrimps and baked potato… tangerine for desert (I’m trying to avoid the cakes and ice creams since grandma is stocking me up weekly now with a cake in the mail which I share with my office mates. I just got a note that this next one will be a chocolate bunt with a can of frosting for me to frost it myself.

Today:

Breakfast – raisin bran, perfect banana (which means tomorrow’s will be gross) and apple juice… where the hell is the Tropicana shipment? Somebody get on those people in Florida to ship some orange juice to the war!!!