Well new realtor guy seems pretty cool, and email litterate. Good qualifications thus far.

STRESS! ARRGH!
I think I might be firing a realtor I have never met. He is being a pain in the ass. Lovely thought isn't it? Like I needed this drama.

Weblogs, voyerism and secrecy on the internet

Well it turns out my weblog URL is apparently something of a hot commodity amongst my co-workers. Interesting since anybody who knows my home email address, and has half the sense god gave a chipmunk could have figured it out. So if you just found this and are all hot to find out if I said bad things about you... odds are I didn't. I occasionally vent about things in general around the office, or even things like how I wish that the Employee of the Month meetings didn't start at 3:30 since that is normally when I leave. But I have a long standing theory about posting things on the internet...as long time readers will no doubt know I talked about it here for a bit in February. More or lessit boils down to not saying anything in an archvable format you wouldn't want your grandmother or children to read, and not believing that ANYTHING on the internet is really private. If I hadn't wanted people who knew me to see this I would have used an anonoymous name, posted it on blogspot.com, instead of the website where I keep my resume.

Also I know all about the weird creepy feeling you get like it is a big secret to read someone else's journal, I get it too. I think everyone does. Actually my post about that feeling was what prompted the one in the previous link. I still feel that way. I never know if I should comment on something I read in somebodys weblog or not. I know at least one person who gets annoyed by people who bring up every entry in her weblog in everyday conversation. If you feel like commenting there is a link at the top of the page to my email, have at it. Or send me an IM.

We now return you to your previously scheduled kvetching about my life.

I just refilled my gumball machine, and then knocked the full box of chicles onto the floor. Now there is nearly as much gum in my trash can as in the machine. But I do have fresh gum and a full machine for those who are local and interested. The floor was like an abstract painting, swirls made up of little squares of color. Should have snapped a picture probably.. Oh well.

Hello UNITECH Art Department! Stop by and get some gum from the gumball machine in my closet, it is a much faster way to find out what is going through my head.

I am suffering the after lunch food coma. I think it is especially mean to have an office get warmer just after lunch time when people are already sleepy. To add to this I had turkey for lunch. I am about ready to fall asleep. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Sometimes I am so tempted to go to the root of the shared drive at my office logged on as administrator and do a del *.mp3 /s and nuke all the MP3 staking up precious server space.

I should be happy but I'm not. I got a new job (still waiting for an offer letter but still). I should have the bulk of the mortgage paperwork taken care of by the end of the week (save the actual closing part). Maybe I am jaded, I just expected my mortgage to be approved, and it was. I have good enough credit there was little doubt of that. But it didn't fill me with joy, that people are willing to saddle me with debt for the next 3 decades. I am going to go house hunting, that sounds vaguely like fun in a sort of high stress, choose a poison sort of way. There are so many wrong choices that can get made, how can this be fun for anyone. Not to mention all the work involved. I never appreciated how much work moving was for my mom until now, getting the house all cleaned up, keeping it that way with us kids around, how did she do it? Oh..and the basement is still a pit, hmm well all basements are pits, covered pits with mostly vertical walls but pits, none the less. However I mean that my basment is way to messy to be anything civilized. Oh yeah and tons of laundry. I just wish it were all over. I should be happy, I am getting what I want right, to move to where my friends are, a job doing what I like, why am I not happy? Why can't I even muster up the gumption to be interested in the current office intrigue?

Realtors, are there any who don't seem vagely slimey? EVER?

This weekend was an exhausting trial, and an excersices in seeming futility. Getting the house clean enough to show. URGH... On the up side the exterior is done, save the windows.. and the interior upstairs is nearly complete. I have to put away the clutter on the kitchen table. Then, onto the basement, and making it look good. (Yeah right like the disco basement could look good, I think I will settle for tidy.)

It would appear I have a reader or two I didn't know about. One of whom wins the candy bar mentioned here. for solving the silly proof. Upon my announcement of my resignation he told me he had been reading it.... and then said

Every time I see you, I want to say, "Because you can't divide by zero!" But I suppose it's too late to get the candy bar...

Nope it's not too late nobody had ever claimed it.

I have friends who have said things like "now's a good time to screw with your boss" and "you could really mess up the network" and things like that.. It doesn't make sense to me though, as I don't really have hostility towards the people I work with. And they would be the ones suffering from my petty foibles.

It's official I just resigned from UNITECH. I start at University of St. Thomas on July 22nd.

When I someday leave this place I won't at all miss being the scapegoat for every bill they can't identify.

MMMMM bagles two donut days in a row. I vastly prefer bagels to donuts.

I think I might have the weirdest family ever. Once again father's day is coming around and my brother and I went in on an air gun for my Dad. A Benjamin Sheridan 392, for those who are curious about such things.

I must be the biggest failure in the last 5 generations of my family. I have to wonder why they didn't shoot me when my inadequacies first started to show.

Don's housewarming was a good time. Slept in the new tent. It was very dry despite all the rain going on outside. Yippee!