This past Saturday I participated in my second 5k obstacle run, the Mud Crusade held in Dade City, Florida, not too far from Tampa. This particular mud run was held at the Dade City Motocross track so it turned out to be quite a different experience from the Warrior Dash that I went to back in…
Tomorrow - A Fantastic Day!
I broke my glasses. On accident, of course. In a very careless fashion if I might add as well.
Normally I’m very conscientious about my glasses. I don’t typically just leave them laying around. Especially not after the last time I broke them two years ago. However, tonight, due to some pretty slick moves chopping up a jalapeño pepper to go with dinner, I ended up with my face under water faucet trying to rinse the burning out of my eyes not once, but twice.
In order to do so, I of course had to remove my glasses. Then, I very conveniently forgot that they were on my living room ottoman resting right next to me feet. Which, I moved and in the process brought right down on top of my glasses cleanly snapping off the right arm.
My optometrists office is open until 7 tomorrow so I can certainly swing by on my way home from what is sure to be a migraine filled day. But, even if I can get an order in, it’ll still be a week or so before the replacements come in.
First world problems.
We have interviews today for a web development position on my team. The first one took place this morning with a gentleman hailing from New Jersey. He’s originally from the Philippines. On the plus side, he seemed technically qualified, according to his application and resume. On the down side, I could only understand about every third word that came out of his mouth which left me feeling like this by the time we concluded the interview.
First, there ain’t a damn thing wrong with my grades and my paper isn’t missing. Once again, I got myself into a fit prematurely.
Second, I have my first interview tomorrow (the one with the child and adolescent practice). (And yes, I got here four days early.) I’m not even letting myself think…
Good luck on your interviews this week! I’m positive that you’ll do wonderfully!
I just realized I’m more socially awkward online than I am in person. Although I’m strongly introverted, I can usually connect with people well because—as I’ve heard—I look “trustworthy.” I am also a good listener and, although you would not guess it from my neurotic and anxious posts, actually…
Sure! I don’t think any of those things based on what I’ve read of your writing. My solution to all things is to tell them to piss off. ;-)
Some Belated, Random Thoughts
It’s been a while since my last entry and a lot of that has to do with the fact that since taking my medication months and months ago, I pretty much have my shit together. I don’t feel the overwhelming “need” to write the way I did leading up to treating my anxiety. But, pretty much having my shit together is not always the same as being “normal” as defined by the masses. The last six months have been incredibly enlightening to me. I’ve always been the introverted and introspective type, but now I’m doing it with a completely different point-of-view.
Everyday I learn a little bit more about who I am, what my eccentricities are, and how that’s perceived by those outside my brain. The ones who are closest to me, who see me everyday, are the ones who end up experiencing that side of me. It’s funny, but I guess I never realized how hard it must be at times to have a relationship with me. What I perceive to be a normal conversation might be an entirely different experience for my wife. Communicating in a smooth, even, and logical way may make sense to me, but comes off as that know-it-all doctor with a shitty bedside manner. It continues to take work from time to time, but my wife and I are able to talk these things through. We have both gotten better at communicating with one another through those frustrating moments where we are not quite seeing eye-to-eye.
The addition of a new friend in my life has also helped because I sense a kindred spirit. Perhaps not as quirky and eccentric as I am, she nonetheless seems to understand me far better than almost any other person I’ve met. It’s actually kind of nice, because now I finally feel like I have a balanced team when it comes to input on my personal life. One of my teammates is far more like my wife and prone to see her side of things while my new teammate tends to see things more from my perspective. This has helped me immensely because my eccentricities have often left me feeling somewhat isolated. With these two very important people in my life, I feel like I have a complete sounding board. If I only had the one, then it would simply be an echo of thoughts similar to my own; if I only had the other, it would be nothing but hammering home my wife’s point of view without any validation that there’s some value to my own.
Flat.
I don’t even know how it happened or why it happened. Yesterday I felt great. I woke-up this morning on the verge of tears and there I stayed for a good part of the day. In my head it felt like I was just sitting on the edge of an emotional cliff dangling my feet. The gratitude I feel towards my supervisor and friend just cannot be fully expressed in words. Thankfully days like these have become few and far between, but when they do I know that a short email to him is all that’s needed. Email sent, the rest of the day was mine to do with as I pleased. Which, for all intents and purposes, translates to moping around.
Once I got over the worst of it, I still felt “flat”. Not much energy or ambition to do anything. I knew I needed to get out of the house, though, so I pulled my shit together and went up to Target to take care of some Christmas shopping. Can’t beat buying two new iPhone 4Ss for $174.99 each with an extra 10% taken off for putting up the two hours it took to get their sketchy POS system to process the order, inventory, and activation. Errand accomplished, I headed home to finish off my day with some more moping.
I think I know what set me off this morning. I recall waking-up out of a dream, but it wasn’t a terribly pleasant one. Only a faint wisp of dreamtime fog remains. What I do remember involved something akin to a mafia kiss of death.
Tonight is a different night and tomorrow is another chance to get it right.
It looks like the Low-Carb, High-Fat (LCHF) way of eating literally ate the butter out of Norway. All of it. I haven’t looked too closely into LCHF but from the sounds of it, it’s taking cues from the primal/paleo way of eating.
Still, it’s hard to imagine an entire nation eating through its entire supply.
Florida. The name inspires terror in all who paid attention to Mrs. WhatsHerFuck’s 11th grade civics class. Not only are we in the elite class of states that fucked up an entire presidential election, we have continued to prove time and time again that we have the legislative brain power of a limp dick. Take this for example:
“Scott is among nearly 32,000 people in state government who pay relatively low health insurance premiums. It’s a perk that is available to high-ranking state officials, including those in top management at all state agencies. Nearly all 160 state legislators are also enrolled in the program that costs just $8.34 a month for individual coverage and $30 a month for family coverage.”
If you’re not having an aneurism over reading that statement, check your pulse because you may already be dead!
Scott, along with other high-ranking, née, overpaid cronies and politicians, only pay $8 and change for personal health insurance and no more than 30 bones for full, family coverage. Wait, what?! 30 bucks? Last year I paid $200 a month for an Open Access Plan. That same OAPIN plan went up to $300 month this year. According to the Mother Jones article, an administrative assistant with the state that makes $32k a year actually pays 5-times more for their health insurance than Governor Voldemort.
Tell me in what world that makes any fucking sense.
