sabrinageek | My long-ass day.

As much as I'd love to go back and fill everone in on all the stuff that's happened since I last posted something meaningful, I can't --
Firstly, because sooo much has happened that I couldn't remember it all if I tried. Secondly, it's been a long-ass day and I'm tired as all hell.
I've got some stuff like a Thomas Sowell column I wanted to respond to, but I just haven't had any time to sit down and get anything on the computer done.

So.. my long-ass day.

I skived off work Tuesday -- I'm having a much harder time forcing myself to go to work every day and each day it gets worse. I truly hate my job, or more bluntly, I hate the management and the crappy policies that make no sense. I'm also beginning to despise certain co-workers as well. Right now, dad keeps telling me that Chrysler is supposed to begin hiring in June -- so basically I'm just trying to hang on and hold out.. Seeing as how the past few months when I was applying for jobs, I didn't even get a -response- no interviews, no calls, no emailed responses saying "Fuck you!" What really hurts about that is that a couple of the jobs I was pretty much perfect for -- One I suspect rejected me simply because it was in Chicago and I'm in Rockford.. THe other, who knows? Anyways, I ramble. I skived off work Tuesday, which meant I had to make up an hour extra the rest of the week and work four hours today. So even though I got to bed later last night than I'd like, I woke up at 7am to be to work at 8 so I could get 4 hours in.

Not fun. Also, yesterday, after work, Dad called and "respectfully requested" that I spend the weekend finishing up the removal of my property from my old house. They're chomping at the bit to get it sold ASAP and they want my shit out -- NOW. I also want my shit out now, but only because I want my dad to leave me alone and stop calling me and harping at me. I'm also tired of spending all my free time working on a place I no longer reside in -- I have more than enough work to do at my new home.

So anyways, I worked 4 hours at my "real" job today. Then I went over to my old house, where I loaded up a vanload of stuff (including my Singer Sewing Machine and cabinet, a metal filing cabinet, and some other heavy boxes) by -myself-. Somewhere around 1pm there was also McDonalds involved for food. Rachel was at the graduation party of her friend Sparkie -- Apparently Sparkie graduated with a dual major; Bachelors in Physics -AND- Math. (My head would explode) Anyways, I am not upset with Rachel for not being there; (SHe'll see this and automatically feel guilty, hence the disclaimer) but it was kind of frustrating that my folks were only there to do the work they planned on and then left, without helping me. But hey, I'm a big strong alpha male. I do what I need to do, even if that means pulling my arms out of my body. (Like most big strong alpha males, I'm also very DUMB and stubborn. Maybe I should change that to Alpha MULE. )

So I get the stuff over to the new house, and unloaded, and I'm dead exhausted. I head over to my folks to pick up some necessary stuff and prepare for another load. I can't find the hand truck, so I convince my mom to go back over with me so I can pick up a big plastic tub on wheels and my old College Dorm Fridge (the biggest they made, it's awkward as hell.) We also bring a ladder so I can climb up to the roof of the new house because we're having problems with our downstairs toilet not flushing properly -- I was going to check the sewer vent pipe to see if it's clogged.

So I got to climb up to the roof of our new house tonight. Me. With my fear of heights and falling and bad balance. Wee haa.
Oh, and while I'm up there I notice the gutter is completely full of 3 year old sludge which, on a whim, my mother and I decide to clean out.

For some reason, rotted vegetation smells like cow shit. I'm not sure why.

Finally, somewhere around 7:30pm I come down off the ladder very dirty, and very stinky. But I got to work at the old house, and I got to work on our new house, too, and I got to work at my "day" job! Man, am I a trooper or what?

That's when I started feeling sick.. Oops, I forgot to eat again. 6+ hours without food and I started to get nauseous and shaky and my head started to pound like it does when I forget to eat.

So Rachel and I went out for Chinese food. She doesn't like the Chinese Buffets all that often -- so when she does agree to it, I have to jump at the chance. It was wierd, though, because when I parked the car at the restaurant, I still felt really sick -- I did -NOT- want to eat. However, as I'm familiar with the way my body works, I knew I had to eat no matter what I felt like, and despite my feelings, eating would not make it worse and in fact, would make me feel better.

After many varied forms of chicken cooked many different ways.. I was right. As usual. :)

Rachel suggested seeing a movie. We decided to go see Ep III. We came, We saw, We got Sithed. We were in a 1/3 to 1/2 full theater.. The madness died off -really- quickly, apparently. We didn't have to stand in line, we didn't have to pay scalpers for tickets, we just walked in, got our tickets, our seats, and enjoyed a very entertaining movie. Other than the soundtrack being a little loud for my tastes (my head is pounding a wee bit)
we were both in awe. We don't regret seeing it, and that's all I'll say about that.

So then we came home. It's late, and I'm sitting on my laptop explaining my long-ass day instead of crawling into bed and sleeping and/or snuggling with my very attractive wife and her incredibly spiffy new hairdo. (well, okay, cuddling the hairdo would be wierd, but you get the idea..)

So on that note, I'm going to stop typing, and actually consider getting the shoehorn to pull my ass out of this recliner and head to bed.