I seem to be having a very full weekend. Last night, Superman and I went and shot some pool (I know – who would have thunk it?). Tonight I’m having dinner with some people I used to work with.
Tomorrow I’m heading to work to patch our computers for the Daylight Saving Time change. I’d really like to punch the guy in the face who thought of doing this. Clearly, he was not thinking ahead. Idiot!
I feel very fortunate that I’m not the only one who has to deal with this program. I pointed out to my boss that at my last job I would have been the only one who would be shouldered with the responsibility of patching all the computers. Tomorrow I’ll be joined by 3 others who each have their own parts in getting us up to date. There’s a certain comfort in that.
When Superman and I were in the pool hall waiting for our table, I told him that I’m having a severe case of “Internal Tourettes”. I don’t know why. It seems to have started in the past few weeks. Granted, I usually give a quick judgment of someone when they pass by me, but lately the comments have been very harsh and I think to myself “Oh my god, where did THAT come from?”
(Note: I just got a call from one of the participants in tonight’s dinner. It’s off, so there will just be two of us going to dinner at a different place. We’ll save the ‘nice’ dinner for when we can all get together). Now back to our regularly scheduled blog.
I would definitely get in trouble if I said these things out loud and sometimes I get fearful that I will. I’m not a big fan of the “N”-word, but I’ve even said THAT in my head about someone. It’s awful, it’s terrible and I don’t know where it’s coming from. I wonder if I’m an early candidate.
When I was sick recently, I got paranoid that there was going to be some lasting effect of me being sick – something that would persist until I was 80, or something. I once chipped my tooth and was fearful that I would have this ding for the rest of my life. A quick trip to the dentist allayed my fear as he ground it down to the point where it could not be seen.
I guess I have been pretty lucky, health-wise. I did catch pneumonia twice in as many months when I was in my early 20’s but nothing major since then. I haven’t even broken a bone (see entry called ‘I have not lived’). When I had that virus, it was the first time I’d seen a doctor (other than a dentist) in over 20 years.
As you can see I was raised with good old-fashioned, Irish, Catholic guilt.
Tomorrow I’m heading to work to patch our computers for the Daylight Saving Time change. I’d really like to punch the guy in the face who thought of doing this. Clearly, he was not thinking ahead. Idiot!
I feel very fortunate that I’m not the only one who has to deal with this program. I pointed out to my boss that at my last job I would have been the only one who would be shouldered with the responsibility of patching all the computers. Tomorrow I’ll be joined by 3 others who each have their own parts in getting us up to date. There’s a certain comfort in that.
When Superman and I were in the pool hall waiting for our table, I told him that I’m having a severe case of “Internal Tourettes”. I don’t know why. It seems to have started in the past few weeks. Granted, I usually give a quick judgment of someone when they pass by me, but lately the comments have been very harsh and I think to myself “Oh my god, where did THAT come from?”
(Note: I just got a call from one of the participants in tonight’s dinner. It’s off, so there will just be two of us going to dinner at a different place. We’ll save the ‘nice’ dinner for when we can all get together). Now back to our regularly scheduled blog.
I would definitely get in trouble if I said these things out loud and sometimes I get fearful that I will. I’m not a big fan of the “N”-word, but I’ve even said THAT in my head about someone. It’s awful, it’s terrible and I don’t know where it’s coming from. I wonder if I’m an early candidate.
When I was sick recently, I got paranoid that there was going to be some lasting effect of me being sick – something that would persist until I was 80, or something. I once chipped my tooth and was fearful that I would have this ding for the rest of my life. A quick trip to the dentist allayed my fear as he ground it down to the point where it could not be seen.
I guess I have been pretty lucky, health-wise. I did catch pneumonia twice in as many months when I was in my early 20’s but nothing major since then. I haven’t even broken a bone (see entry called ‘I have not lived’). When I had that virus, it was the first time I’d seen a doctor (other than a dentist) in over 20 years.
As you can see I was raised with good old-fashioned, Irish, Catholic guilt.