Get a jorb!

So debt is slavery, in which case an allergy to unemployment would be slavery as well. I find myself in this line of work doing crap I have no real care for and occassionally getting an interesting challenge. I detest copiers, they're messy and annoying and produce all sorts of problems that I can't always fix. Copier tech seems to be about half-a-step above car mechanic -- also a job I don't care for.

I need to finish my resume and get into IT.

My CPU

My CPU is struggling.
The HDD is sluggish and sometimes emits a distinct cyclic grinding.
And wherever my system memory is tied up it certainly isn't in anything beneficial.

I think I may have a virus today.
Wonder if I should call in sick...

Synchopated Rythmns: Lrod

Lrod = The rythmn that just keeps on hurting.

Some days I just feel like I shouldn't have gotten out of bed. Take today for example. I get up at 6:00 AM, the baby has been giving me a hard time about sleeping all night and I didn't get to sleep until later due to some personal reasons that were admittedly quite fun. Still, sleep is king and as it turns out I'm one of the peasants today. So I crawl out of bed half-an-hour later than I wanted to and have to arrange for shower space in the tub cause Rachael's washing clothes in it.

Alright, fair is fair the clothes are getting clean and we aren't paying much for it so on a tight budget it's a damn good idea. So I shower clean after sitting on the toilet for some time (been getting weird bowelly stuff laterly) and then debate with myself before getting out clean and squeaky. The pie I ate for breakfast gave me heartburn (been getting that a lot too) and then I got delayed 30 minutes getting on 80 due to traffic from route 10.

So after all that I get to the hospital and wander around for almost an hour because I can't raise anyone on the nextel and we haven't been told where Ricoh would be. When I find the group I'm frustrated and stressed an then one of the techs has to be a smartass at me. Meanwhile I have no idea what's going on and I SWEAR I hear Bob Ruth and Rob Pomante cracking a joke at my expense (might be my imagination). So then Ralph calls me over and tells me that he needs me to go back and handle the machines that will be coming into the warehouse. Of course that's reasonable, but still it's frustrating.

So that's the story so far today. I've got about 50 machines to find space for in the warehouse and a bunch of counter pages to print. Great.

Anti-narcissism

In keeping a voice journal lately I have discovered just how much I dislike the sound of my own voice. It's not just that I don't like the tonality of my voice but I also don't like the method by which I speak. It's too slow, I say "Um" far more often than I'm comfortable with and I'm terrified of silences so I just keep speaking even if what I'm saying doesn't make sense. It bothers me. As if that wasn't bad enough I was playing back yesterday afternoon's entry in the car to listen for quality and I found myself falling asleep. I bored MYSELF to sleep. This simply won't stand! For the next several days I will be developing my speaking habits till I am satisfied with the sound of my own voice. I will start with the basics.

1) No speaking unless I have something pertinent to say.

2) No saying Um

3) Put more energy into my voice.

4) Try to speak more through the mouth than the nose.

5) Stop dragging out words to fill space.

I shall try following these rules and see where I get.

Feel the Rythmn...

We live our lives at a rythmn, cycles within cycles that sometimes leave us feeling like we're really just catching life on the instant replay. The Q-Rythmn is an idea, the crux of which lies in examining that which is outside from or even anti-thetical to the frequency of this cycle. Explore and expand, that is the quintessential mandate of intelligence and to that end I intend to journey where I have never journied before. The Internet is invited for the ride. Seating is infinite but please mind the other passengers.