2 posts tagged “me”

I've got an early report tomorrow.  5:45 to be precise.  It's now 11:33pm.  I love to fly.  I hate to work.  No, not really.  I just hate being away from home so much.  I need a corporate flying job that doesn't involve so much time away.

Anyway, today involved laziness for a while, and then we got busy.  Not in that sense.

We unpacked a bunch of boxes, took out the empties, set up the Christmas tree, and bought a shredder.  We left our old shredder in Phoenix.

We left a lot of stuff in Phoenix.  We still can't find our silverware, and we've been here for a month.  We still have a few more boxes to unpack, but it's not looking good.  I can't believe the movers forgot to pack the damn silverware.

I've got J's Christmas present in my Jeep.  I really don't have any other good places to put it.  I can leave it in there and it will be fine, but I've got to wrap it eventually.  I guess when I get back on Thursday...maybe.

So she got a call today from the hospital.  They offered her the job, albeit at $21 an hour.  Just for reference, she was making $28 in Phoenix.  I guess that's to be expected, but it still sucks.  Oh well, at least it's a job.  And it's what she wants to do.  The most important thing is for her to be doing what she wants to do while I'm away all of the time.  If she were unhappy, things would really suck with me being away.

Time to iron the shirt.  I hate ironing shirts.  But I hate having wrinkled shirts even more than I hate ironing.  I guess that's the Army in me.

Speaking of the Army, I've come to the realization that I miss it.  That pisses me off.  This "grass is always greener" bullshit sucks.  No matter what you do, you always think that something else is better.  Not that I think the Army is better, 'cause it's certainly not.  I just miss the camaraderie, the paycheck, the flying, and the people.  Oh well.

Back to that shirt.  Tomorrow nite I'll be in Manchester, NH.

So yeah, I inhabit a space on myspace.  Why?  I dunno, it's been a great way to find people from my past.  I used to be the phone call guy, the guy who would call everyone to keep in touch.  Well, after years of my phone bill growing exponentially and never hearing the damn phone ring back, I stopped calling all but my closest friends.  I then tried email, which works, but gets tough.  Sometimes you have time to read, but not enough time to write, and then you forget, and the person gets mad at you because you haven't written back, yadda yadda yadda, people hate you/you hate them.  This is where myspace is great.  You can send people messages, they check them when they can, you get messages occassionally, everybody can read about you and you can read about them and find out what's going on in their lives.

So I found someone from high school with whom I lost touch soon after graduating.  It wasn't intentional, it was just that college was a totally different experience with different people and, well, you're young and stupid.  We were what I would consider good friends - we did lots of stuff in high school together and I really thought we were decent friends back then.  Well, maybe that was part of the problem.  Maybe he hates me now.  Who knows.  Anyway, I sent him a note with a friend request, and have not heard back.  He has been on the site, and in fact has changed his profile to private.  Maybe he just doesn't want to be found.  Who knows.  But it pisses me off.

I guess this goes back to my own selfishness and selfish need to be loved/wanted/adored/admired.