Multiply 365 Day 192 - My head hurts

 

There are days like today where I don't like my brain all that much. I'd much rather have it troubling someone else's head than my own, just so I can be free from all of the thinking and over thinking it sometimes does.

When we last left our little soap opera, I had left work Friday after turning over the contents of a specific blog page to a specific individual. I am still not sure exactly why I did that, maybe I just wanted to put everything out there to see what happened, or maybe I just wanted to remove any notions anyone had that I am an exceptional employee. I have my flaws just like everyone else, mine are just less readily apparent in the workplace is all. I tend to leave mine at the door and do my job and return to them after I punch out. But I am just as flawed as everybody else, trust me on that.

I guess if it the first reason, well, we are no better off today than we were Friday because the subject wasn't addressed. And it shouldn't have been, we are at work after all. And if there is one thing that blog entry teaches us is don't hang out with Matt after work, cause god knows what he will write about it. So there was no discussion of anything over post work libations either.

The only thing I can take for certain is that everything was about as close to normal as could be expected. If she told anybody else, nobody let on or treated me any differently. And while Ed went to Florida on Saturday for a couple of weeks (Dee drove him to the airport Saturday morning), he didn't call me asking for an explanation of anything, so I assume he is pretty clueless as well.

So why may you ask, am I complaining about my brain? Well, it was something she said towards the end of the day that got my brain running, that being that she felt kind of sick this weekend and didn't really get any sleep. An innocent enough comment to be sure, but then that is why I have my head and you don't because I start breaking it down wondering why that was the case. The obvious answer would be just she was naturally sick, we all get sick after all and last I checked she is not an exception to that rule, though she almost never misses a day of work. The other, my mind is playing tricks on me response was, it was the result of the blog entry itself, that by turning it over I created a dilemma unto itself. My scribblings were either that moving or that disenchanting that they affected her entire weekend. See why I don't like thinking?

There are days like today that I just wish I could turn my head off. Don't get me wrong, I am more than capable of compartmentalizing everything, what is dancing around in my brain is not affecting my work output in the least, but just because I am sitting quietly at my desk breaking down an invoice or three doesn't mean there isn't something completely unrelated going on upstairs. I just wish it would go on in someone else's head for a change.

Multiply 365 Day 191 - What we learned so far

I had an idea a few days ago.  The process seemed relatively simple, I was coming up on the halfway point of the 365 project (one blog a day, every day, for an entire year) and since the year was halfway done I would take a look back and see just what the first half of the year looked like.  If possible, I might even try to make a list of my 10 favorite entries of the first half of the year.  The idea seemed pretty easy, usually when I stop typing a blog I have a good feel if I actually liked what I wrote or if I just mailed it in as it were.  And there were plenty of those mail it in blogs, and plenty of other times where I just bitched and moaned that I couldn't think of anything to blog about.  Hopefully I will not do that as much during the second half of the year, I don't want it to develop into a crutch of sorts. 

Still, there are times during the first half when I do write stuff that I find clever or funny or insightful.  Maybe that is just my ego talking, but all I can say is that I like what I like.  And sometimes I like me. 

So, with the introduction out of the way, I present my favorite 10 entries of the first half of the 365 project.

Multiply 365 Day 6 - Classic porn gripes

Multiply 365 Day 9 - Beta testers

Multiply 365 Day 10 - It is but it isn't

Multiply 365 Day 13 - Things I didn't want to see

Multiply Day 28 - Doug tribute

Multiply 365 Day 93 - TITIT #9 (or to quote The Beatles TITIT #9, #9, #9, #9, #9....)

Multiply 365 Day 97 - I am your retailer God

Multiply 365 Day 113 - The best of times, the worst of times....The Zombie Jesus Day edition

Multiply 365 Day 187 - Black and White

Multiply 365 Day ??? (the lost entry) - Dear Abby (because of all of the helpful advice I got, this is more for the comments than anything I wrote)

Anyone looking to track back, be warned, I haven't edited out any typos that may be back there, all of the entries appear in their original form.  And this simple little entry that I thought I could bang out in 5 minutes actually took the better part of a week.  So much for that plan.  Next time I will just stick with simple blogging, it is much easier.

 

Multiply 365 Day 190 - Everyday is like Sunday

Is it over yet?  Actually it isn't there is still tomorrow before this weekend ends.  And really, isn't it sad when you are rooting for the weekend to be over just.  But that is pretty much the boat I am in right now.  

Today my family had a big reunion, like they do every year.  I got a message from my aunt, she said over 90 people showed up this year, certainly a good turnout even by our clan's standards, but I was not among the attending.  Instead I was at work.  Mind you I am sure had I requested it off Ed would have given it to me, but since he just signed off on a raise for me on my last paycheck and a couple of weeks before that entrusted me with keys, then sometimes you just have to suck it up.  Not matter how much you don't want to.  One of the many things to happen because of the 4th of July is that our grocery deliveries this week were pushed back a day, so while we would normally get them on Monday, Wednesday and Friday this week it went the Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday route.  I suppose I could have blown off the Saturday delivery by either ordering more stuff on Thursday or just holding out for the Monday delivery, but since I am usually in to place the Monday order on Saturday anyway I figured what the hell, just do the delivery on Saturday and be done with it.  So I get up way too early and decide that I will head off to breakfast, Deluca's to be more precise.

And really, Deluca's was the day's highlight.  Grilled country chicken is always a good way to start the day.  Today though I was flying solo, Sammy was taking the day off and Amy was actually going to the family reunion, so instead it was just me sitting at the counter, woofing down some excellent food and reading my book, though it was at a point in the book where there were lots of numbers so I am not sure how much retention was actually taking place.  But the coffee was awesome, eggs very tasty and the chicken smothered in sausage gravy and topped with cheddar cheese just divine.  When I die they will cut me open and rather than blood they will find a Stretch Armstrong like syrupy substance in my veins.  After breakfast I went and walked the 25 or so blocks into work, it is always good to try to burn off some of the calories that were just eaten before lethargy takes hold. 

I get to work and John is in the office, catching up on some more paperwork he missed over his vacation, so I decide that while waiting for the Sledd delivery to arrive I would go ahead and take a crack at a couple of newspaper invoices that I hadn't attempted yet.  Turns out they were much ado about nothing, I busted them out in about 20 minutes.  No problem.  Then it was a matter of hurrying up and waiting for the delivery and that didn't show up until almost 10am.  Which sucked because I had other things I needed to do at our other store but couldn't until I got our order in the store, checked in and put away.  So I don't get done with the grocery order till somewhere around 12pm, then it is off to Universal News because the tobacco rep was in this week and all of the cigarette pricing changed, so I had to run down there and get into their system and change all of the pricing on pretty much every type of cigarette they carry.  Then go out on the floor and change all of the signage to reflect the new prices.  And finally I finished up with placing a cigarette order for them for Monday, nothing too extravagant, just around 60 cartons.  I was then supposed to go back to Smithfield and place an order for us but by then I was too tired, having gotten up early and spending the last 6 hours between two different locations so I just said fuck it, and I will do it Sunday morning.  Or maybe late tonight if I can't sleep, I really haven't decided yet.  

But because we got an order in today, that also means there is another invoice lying on my desk waiting for me as well.  The hits just keep on coming.  And a large portion of this time I am thinking I probably should have went to the reunion instead.  I know we were finally supposed to draw names for Christmas Eve, and while I am sure my name was put in, I have no idea whose name I got.  Not that I have plans on shopping this weekend, but I could have at least started the idea process where I start poking around and finding out just what it is my selection needs or wants.  Me, hell buying for me is easy, I usually have a blog on the topic.

But anyway, I finally did drag my backside home, I went and bought a bus pass for next week.  Not real keen on spending the money versus riding my bike, but I have been taking my laptop to work and I am not real comfortable yet with the idea of riding my bike with the laptop over my shoulder at the same time.  Truth be told, I probably don't even need the laptop at work, but I take it so I don't tie up the office computer with useless stuff.  I still need on that one for price changes (which I also have to do on Sunday) but for stupid things like checking the company email I really don't need to be bogging down the office computer with such nonsense.  Plus I sometimes fire up Pandora at my desk, though I try to keep it quiet, lest the natives get restless.

Well I should go, I still have tuna casserole that needs eaten.  I have digested the breakfast (it has been 16 hours after all) and some bed time nourishment sounds like a good thing.