{yawn}

So, boredom hit kind of heavy and when that happens I have a couple options available: suck it up, do some work, get a coffee, go for a quick walk, visit the ATM or buy a CD.

I went to buy a CD, which I promptly imported to iTunes. I listened to it and was unimpressed so I went to get a second CD which I also imported.

Boredom is pricey.

http://www.firstbook.org

So, I got a call from person number four that will have their grubby little hands on the mailing list. She said she followed my instructions and found the list. I ask her some questions and find out she hasn't found my list because my list has a field that indicates whether or not I had printed an envelope.

So, she looks about and some more and find my list for real this time.

"Can I add your name to the file name?"

"Is there a reason you can't leave it like it is?"

"Well, it's just similar to another file name. So, I thought if I put your name in the file name we could find it better."

"I hate when people do that."

Hate is a strong word but it may be accurate. What happens when she changes the list? Is she going to put her name on it too? No personal names in the file name unless it's a file about that person. But she persists; I wrote the file name out, I ask if the file name is not what I wrote. I'm told that it is but there is also a file with the exact same name except that there is a comma added. I don't believe it but how much can I argue? Supposedly she's looking right at it and I'm just on the phone.

"So, can I rename the file? Put new or something?"

That's another thing I hate. What happens when you make corrections to the new file? Are you going to put newer in the name?

"Can you rename the old file?"

"Yeah, I'll do that."

Great.

I just want to complain but my fingers are conspiring against me. I'll start to type out some rant and then my finger will find the backspace key and erase it all, one gawd damn character at a time.

"Naw, I don't want to type that," they will some how say.

I would like to say "Screw you fingers" but I afraid they will not let me say that.

1:22AM – I must be teaching myself a lesson.


Tom Petty is next up on the iTunes I Won't Back Down

Which will be following Kieran Kane's Cool Me Down


I need to go home after that.

where's my joy?

PDA Test

So, of course there was a slight catch. They wanted custom note cards as well. I found out, by coincidently, a note card. I called the requester to find out what style but I couldn’t get through so I made folding ones.

After cutting the cards, I folded a couple to show as an example. I was just going to leave the folding to someone else when I remembered what happened the last time I ended up leaving the folding to someone else.

As usual, I wasn’t given any quantities for the note cards, and when I thought I wasn’t going to be folding them, I made more than needed.

I was lamenting a bit on the fact that people don’t take the time to fold things properly while admiring my own folding technique. I surmised that a lot of folks haven’t had to fold a lot of things on a regular basis, being a preacher’s son I got my practice folding church bulletins.

After fifty note cards I cursed myself for being a bastard. I thought about just leaving the other half unfolded but I envisioned crooked cards.

I should really stop making things hard on myself.

Post secret

I sometimes worry someone will roll me and take my camera because I'm so drunk I can't defend myself.

pride and big tips

So, there is this free buffet at the dive bar I go to, every weekday from four to seven which is greatly convenient because I get off of work at four.

So, anyway, I'll really don't go up but my friend always does. He bring back enough to share but I'll rarely take anything.

I'll rarely take anything 'cause my family was poor.

Hand-me-downs, government cheese, WIC…

I've never had it bad but there were times it wasn't good. I was five when I was fishing Boston Harbor, not for fun but for food. We picked blueberries in the Blue Hills for the same reason.

I collected cans before there was a five cent deposit.

"Aluminum cans don't have seams."

"Aluminum cans don’t rust."

We found some seamless cans that had rust. My father in his desire to make a dime collected rusty 'aluminum' seamless cans. The scrap metal guy wouldn't take any rusty aluminum.

I don't remember how many Saturdays we wasted picking through trash cans. I remember one day when we cashed our hard earned cans in, we got twenty two bucks. My dad brought fresh fruit with the money from some pushcart vendor.

I remember wondering how much we just got hosed.

I drive a truck. Whenever I have a can of soda or something, I'll toss it in the back of my truck. It never lasts more than two days before someone takes it.

http://arustycan.blogspot.com/

my love has always been dangerous but then when isn't it?

So, I may or may not hav had a couple too many. But then I think even though I've misspelled 'have' I did properly use the word too.

I get to the second job which this week is the first job because I'm off from the regular first job. I get to the second job by way of the regular bar. I met friends for lunch and I met friends after work.

Margarita's again.

I find corrections to the invite which I expected because I omitted the name of the organization from the mock up.

I was in a hurry.

So when I was called about the invite I volunteered that I forgot the name. The corrections included adding the name and the logo. I thought 'fair enough.'

Did I mention I think I drunk?

Anyway, I outlasted my friends because they have lives. Lives or wives.

I walked by where Danielle now works but I was too casual for their casual dress code. Which I totally understood. The guy was cool about it and I learned a little some thing. Vans and jeans and a hat and six days of growth for facial hair is okay at the dive bar I go to regularly but at a club it's just a bit too casual. I thought about faking that I was a poet and getting all indignant but my heart wasn't in it.

Note to self: dressing like a vagrant is far beyond what clubs call casual.

How many times am I going to use the word 'too'?

I'm in love with the word too but don't let too find out.

I partly stuck around because I expected her to show up.

She didn't.

I don't know how many shots on comp I got.

Here's the deal: I have to add the organization's name and logo and print out at least two hundred invites. Well actually it's one hundred double invites which I'll cut in half. And actually I always do some extra so it's like one hundred twenty five.

This post is actually just to gauge my sobriety. Thanks for hanging in there with me.

I'm needy sometimes.

I think I've got a handle on things now. I'm going to make some tea.

Flat stock

I got to the second job earlier than usual. The plan was early in early out. I was on the first floor showing someone something when a large manila envelope was dropped off. It was addressed to ‘Tim’ and it was from someone whose name I didn’t recognize.

The staff pretty much knows the routine. Few people know about me, I keep to the shadows. The receptionist opens the envelope and brings it to the owner. Before I return to my upstairs office, I ask if I should worry about the contents. I didn’t get an answer but then I didn’t need one.

I was getting ready to leave when the owner called to me from her office.

“I’m going to need invites.”

“When do you need them by?”

She hesitated before she said, “They were hoping to do the mailing this weekend. I’ve been asking them for a week.”

“How many do you need?”

“I don’t know. I asked them for a list and this is what they gave me.” She pointed to a stack of papers, some were greeting cards. “I had someone working on it all day.”

“A thousand? Five hundred?”

“No, not that many. Maybe two hundred.”

“How fancy do they need to be?”

“They can be like you did for the Christmas event.”

“I don’t remember what that was.”

“It doesn’t have to be embossed or anything.”

I told her I could do it.

“I have to work on the wording. We’re you planning on coming in tomorrow?”

“Now, I am.”

“Can I call you when I have something?”

I just nodded.

I’ve known her over twenty years. A lot of people don’t like her. She sometimes asks a lot of folks. The trouble is: she trusts me and the event is for charity and at the event there will be a dedication for a mutual friend who’s in politics and he’s dying of cancer.

I guess I won't be meeting the guys after work.

from my actions it seems...

I always think I can beat the odds

So, I look at walking on scorpions because Bill posts a lot of interesting pictures.

Some of those pictures caused me to order this:

puro muerto

So, I’ll sit quiet sometimes because sometimes I’m clueless. Sometimes I won’t have any answers, sometimes I’ll have to many. “Yeah, but what about this and what about that?” is a common inquiry.

There have been cases were I yinged when I should have yanged so, I try to account for all sides of a situation.

Sometimes, I don’t know what is right, all sides will seem to have a measure of virtue but not all sides can coexist.

…

Today for vacation I drank my coffee from a different mug.

One of my tells in poker is that I'll hold the poker chip perpendicular to the table and tap the table twice with it, and then I toss it, when I need certain cards on the draw.

It happens most often when I have two pairs and I'm wishing for a full house.

I have trouble receiving when I have nothing to offer in return.

Partly, I'm uncomfortable with secrets because I usually cannot offer anything in return.