Wednesday, October 24, 2001
It is snowing. I am not in my happy place right now.
I have a mug warmer in my office. Don't give me any shit about it. When your office is a window away from being a closet in the back of a sheet metal shop, it's nice to have a hot cup of joe all the time. My coffee cup is an industial sized one, about 1 liter. The problem, which ties into my little story, is that if you leave it for too long, it is literally mud when you get to it. Hot, highly caffienated, concentrated mud.
I left my coffee sit because I had to go get pop and candy for the break room vending machines. We stock them and any profits go to the Christmas party at the end of the year. Well while I was out, I stopped to get bread for home at the Old Home Bakery thrift store. Local baked goods supplier, 5 loaves for 3.50, can't beat it. They also had gotten a shipment of Moon Pies. I had never had a Moon Pie but I had seen how they were made on the Food Network on cable. They sounded kinda yummy, a graham cookie, marshmallow smutz, another graham cookie, more smutz, another cookie, smothered in chocolate waxy stuff. They were 2 for a buck. What the hell. On the way to the shop I noshed one, it was tasty. I got back to the shop to find out that I had missed break, so I sat all alone in my little cube and had that other Moon Pie. (The first one didn't count, nobody saw me eat it.) I washed it down with coffee that had been cooking down since I had gotten there at 7am, it was now 10:30. By 11:30 I was a walking super-collider with the safety disabled. Raw sugar energy was arcing from my fingertips, catalyzed by the super-java. I had way more energy than sense.
Now I have to fight the urge to go get more Moon Pies. I really have to fight the urge. THAT was a fun high.
I left my coffee sit because I had to go get pop and candy for the break room vending machines. We stock them and any profits go to the Christmas party at the end of the year. Well while I was out, I stopped to get bread for home at the Old Home Bakery thrift store. Local baked goods supplier, 5 loaves for 3.50, can't beat it. They also had gotten a shipment of Moon Pies. I had never had a Moon Pie but I had seen how they were made on the Food Network on cable. They sounded kinda yummy, a graham cookie, marshmallow smutz, another graham cookie, more smutz, another cookie, smothered in chocolate waxy stuff. They were 2 for a buck. What the hell. On the way to the shop I noshed one, it was tasty. I got back to the shop to find out that I had missed break, so I sat all alone in my little cube and had that other Moon Pie. (The first one didn't count, nobody saw me eat it.) I washed it down with coffee that had been cooking down since I had gotten there at 7am, it was now 10:30. By 11:30 I was a walking super-collider with the safety disabled. Raw sugar energy was arcing from my fingertips, catalyzed by the super-java. I had way more energy than sense.
Now I have to fight the urge to go get more Moon Pies. I really have to fight the urge. THAT was a fun high.
Tuesday, October 23, 2001
DO YOU WANT TO BE A GOD?
Just for a minute, just to one little kid who is waiting (im)patiently for Mom to quit yacking to the check out person? As you walk out of Menards (or any store with those big double wide sliding people sensing doors) Catch the kid's eye and just as you hit the limit of the sensors say in a loud, commanding voice: "Open, I command Thee to Open!" Throw in some apropos gestures ala the little Mongolian sorcerer from the Conan movies as the doors open at your summons. Now stride out purposefully and look back to throw a wink to the kid. You may just get a look of wonder, which is worth the looks of worry from the rest of the adults.
Just for a minute, just to one little kid who is waiting (im)patiently for Mom to quit yacking to the check out person? As you walk out of Menards (or any store with those big double wide sliding people sensing doors) Catch the kid's eye and just as you hit the limit of the sensors say in a loud, commanding voice: "Open, I command Thee to Open!" Throw in some apropos gestures ala the little Mongolian sorcerer from the Conan movies as the doors open at your summons. Now stride out purposefully and look back to throw a wink to the kid. You may just get a look of wonder, which is worth the looks of worry from the rest of the adults.
Whew! That's all I got to say. (Well, maybe a little more than just 'Whew!') We got the radio tower site taken care of, scared the bejeezus out of one of the guys who rode with me to the site. I'm used to doing 60 on a gravel road, that's where I learned to drive. He wasn't really used to the floaty feeling of rolling tires on rolling gravel, I think he was ready for a rolling rock by the time we rolled back into tow*smack!* (sorry about that)
Saturday got back to work on the house. Oh, and it is official, we signed the papers Friday. I am now a homeowner.
Saturday got back to work on the house. Oh, and it is official, we signed the papers Friday. I am now a homeowner.
