Happy Birthday to me
Huh. I don’t know what’s up with me lately. Busy, I s’pose. But not really all that busy. I guess blogging—like my 87 unfinished stories, my very limited knowledge of guitar and piano, and triathlon goal—is just one more thing that I’m losing interest in. But I’m not. I guess I just don’t know what to write about anymore; before I got a job, I found a fun little niche in the blogosphere where I documented my woes resulting from my job search. Then I got a job and tried to keep the blog alive by changing its name and taking a advertising focus, but I think that’s working out quite right.
I guess I could change the blog’s name and focus…maybe a blog dedicated to my inability to fix my freaking mountain bike, with small highlights focusing on my repeated, shameful returns to the bike shop to get my stuff fixed.
I don’t know.
I’m all over the place today. I don’t know why. I feel like shit. Well, kind of. Sort of. I don’t know.
A list of things that are molesting my brain:
1. Separated shoulder. On Thursday, my bike met with a large rock, and the rock won, sending me over the handlebars (an endo, in biking speak) and driving the vast majority of my 300 pounds into my left shoulder. For more info on shoulder separations (no, it’s not a dislocation…just click the effin’link, damn you) go here. I am on heavy pain meds (gotta love oxycodon) to keep me from waking up in severe pain and setting fire to my apartment complex. This means no mountain biking or lifting weights for at least two weeks. Not happy.
2. My birthday. Actually, it’s not until Wednesday, but it doesn’t really matter. Every year around this time, I get upset. Not because I’m terrified of getting older or anything, but because I wonder if my dad is going to remember. But since I don’t confront my feelings directly, I will probably do what I always do: either eat too much and gain wait; or not eat, get super pissed off because I’m not dealing with it directly, and get into a huge argument with SockMama.
3. My job. The sum total of what I’ve been working on for the past three months can be summed up in two words: email blasts. That’s it. No conceptual thought at all. Oddly, that’s what my review from last year said: they (the company) want me to work on more high-level conceptual projects. But apparently we don’t have the overhead to allow me to do just that, so I am stuck in the teeming hell of a tech company blasting out tepid, staid emails with absolutely no creativity or warmth in them whatsoever, and then our client gets pissed because no one signs up. Fun fun.
I guess I could change the blog’s name and focus…maybe a blog dedicated to my inability to fix my freaking mountain bike, with small highlights focusing on my repeated, shameful returns to the bike shop to get my stuff fixed.
I don’t know.
I’m all over the place today. I don’t know why. I feel like shit. Well, kind of. Sort of. I don’t know.
A list of things that are molesting my brain:
1. Separated shoulder. On Thursday, my bike met with a large rock, and the rock won, sending me over the handlebars (an endo, in biking speak) and driving the vast majority of my 300 pounds into my left shoulder. For more info on shoulder separations (no, it’s not a dislocation…just click the effin’link, damn you) go here. I am on heavy pain meds (gotta love oxycodon) to keep me from waking up in severe pain and setting fire to my apartment complex. This means no mountain biking or lifting weights for at least two weeks. Not happy.
2. My birthday. Actually, it’s not until Wednesday, but it doesn’t really matter. Every year around this time, I get upset. Not because I’m terrified of getting older or anything, but because I wonder if my dad is going to remember. But since I don’t confront my feelings directly, I will probably do what I always do: either eat too much and gain wait; or not eat, get super pissed off because I’m not dealing with it directly, and get into a huge argument with SockMama.
3. My job. The sum total of what I’ve been working on for the past three months can be summed up in two words: email blasts. That’s it. No conceptual thought at all. Oddly, that’s what my review from last year said: they (the company) want me to work on more high-level conceptual projects. But apparently we don’t have the overhead to allow me to do just that, so I am stuck in the teeming hell of a tech company blasting out tepid, staid emails with absolutely no creativity or warmth in them whatsoever, and then our client gets pissed because no one signs up. Fun fun.
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