Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Think, think, think

So that was the second time that I had left my keys in work this month.

I took the filing cabinet key off of the ring because I figure that I will forget to take my keys yet again.

Both times I had stayed late and was rushing to leave.
It is past midnight and I should be trying to sleep. Sleep is important. Sleep can help prevent death.

If I were a better blogger, I would add a link to that previous sentence pointing to some article siteing some medical study on the importance of sleep but I have never even claimed to be good blogger or even any kind of blogger at all.

Sleep is important; I know this and I have been trying to be more respectful of that but sometimes it gets in the way which is sometimes why I will wash dishes at two in the morning.


Sometimes, I will watch people in meetings and wonder if their job has made them crazy or if they were crazy to begin with. I will ask myself if his job has caused those nervous ticks or if he came with them. I will then wonder how much damage my job is doing to my own sanity.


In the scheme of things, her office is pretty high up there and she runs her office. I deal with her only occasionally.

She confides secret things in me and I wonder why. The secret things are not of a personal nature and the secrets are safely trusted to me but often they are things that I do not need to know.

Secrets have weight and secrets have substance.

I can tell you a secret and it will weigh less on me. You can hear a secret and it can weigh less on the person that told you the secret but it can also now weigh on you, it might even increase in weight if you add up what it weighs on the teller and the hearer, but you can also hear a secret which will weigh less on the teller and really have no weight on the hearer, so the secret actually loses weight. It all depends on your relationship to the secret.

Monday past

It is quieter without all of the school children. Places are not too crowded.

More customers are good for business but they interrupt my routine.

The train was more crowded than usual and some folks took the opportunity to demonstrate that the general public is mostly comprised of stupid people.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ash Wednesday

It is Ash Wednesday. It is also school vacation. Downtown is three times as busy as it normally is; people of all ages are everywhere.

Thank God for yoga pants!

It is no secret what your ass looks like in yoga pants and showing all that you got is no accident.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

I am the king maker

I am the king maker.

I am not the king.

And I actually only help the king to remain seated, so I am not even the king maker.

My philosophy is to be the number two guy. The number two guy has almost as much clout as the number one guy but the number two guy never has all of the problems of being number one. Nobody tries to overthrow the number two guy.

But today I am president, not vice president, not acting president not even president-elect.

President of my local labor union. It seems a little bit of a joke; an unfunny joke.

I looked to my left and to my right and then to both again and I saw nobody better and I sighed.

I feel that I am too reasonable for the job.

Thursday, February 02, 2012



I am still here.

Just mostly quiet in the corner.

Things are busy so some aspects of my life have slowed down or have been put on hold.

Most of what I write are about observations and interactions. I am still observing and I am somewhat still interacting but it's different lately. I feel more removed.

There are two kittens in the house now and how many pictures of kittens have you seen in this space and what is as photogenic as a kitten?

I can tell you how many pictures you have missed; five, maybe six. That is all that exists from any of my lenses.

I just had trouble spelling lenses.

I read a long post from far away. I expected that it was going to take longer to read so I didn't bring other things to do at lunch so here I am drinking a black ice tea and typing.

The black ice tea, unsweetened, was obtained from Starbucks. My order was: grande black ice tea, unsweetened and with no water. I had learned the previous day, that you can order your ice tea without any added water. I had always noticed that they diluted their ice tea. I had assumed that they brew it extra strong so that they can add water to it so they do not have to keep brewing it through out the day.

The previous day a manager handed over my ice tea and said that it was without added water and we talked and I found out that you can get it without added water. It is extra strong but it you sip from it the ice will dilute it somewhat.

Or get it without extra water and then make yourself another cup of ice tea by dividing it with a cup of your own water.

Exciting stuff, huh?

Work has been stressful. I do not like having responsibilities that I do not have any authority over other then the big boss saying in a meeting that this is "your show" when everyone around the table has large titles and larger paychecks. I am not sure that I would listen to me if I were them but I consider them all somewhat friends so they make considerations for me.

It also helps that I usually know what I am doing.

I have decided to lose some weight mostly because some of my pants do not fit but also because I want to lose the weight. I am keeping mind of my calories.

I need new brown shoes. I wear a size ten.

I keep on trying to improve on basic beef stew but I usually fail. My best version adds browned potatoes finely diced which disappear into the broth to flavor and thicken it but it takes a fortune's worth of time to brown potatoes.

Adding bacon ruins both the stew and the bacon.

Stew is usually better the next day, just like chili.

I am trying to read more and it helps when the author has not written a boring story.

The new bartender will look you in the eye as if she is smitten with you. Well she does if you are me, I haven't really notice her do it to other people. It makes me uneasy.

There is no Little Italy in the City of Boston; it's the North End but those from out of town will say Little Italy because the North End has no meaning to them.