Monday, March 23, 2009

Dream

Ok, every now and then I have these really weird dreams that are quasi predictive. For example, when I was a freshman in college I dreamed that my girlfriend at the time was going to break up with me. Weird huh? Is it less weird that the dream happened about two weeks after she dumped me?

So as I have said a couple of time recently, I have been promoted to a new position. And in this new job they have been busting my ass with nothing-work. In my last job, which I didn't particularly care for, I had a lot of down time. I did a good deal of work, but I had a lot of down time. Time which I could spend writing for you glorious people of the web world. But now, in my new job, I'm in meetings so much I don't have time to actually do any work. It is getting kind of frustrating.

ANYWAY... I had this dream the other night. In the dream I had decided to finally make the jump from State government to Federal. In this Fed job I got paid a lot more and the hours were slightly better. I was somewhat thrilled at first. Then, my first day on the job, I was told that someone above me had quit and that his position was now open, and did I want it? I said sure, so I got promoted on my first day. So I spent my first day moving my stuff to a new office. On the second day I got to the office and I was told that my department was being moved to another building and would be under another manager, but to compensate me for it I was getting a raise. Another raise, yes. The third day I came in determined to do some work. So I began asking around to find out who my supervisor was and what I needed to be doing. Someone saw me and was so struck by my work ethic that I got promoted again. Only the Fed had so many of this particular position that they didn't actually have an executive office for me. I was told that my desk would be available the following day.

The following day I went to work and spent the better part of the morning wandering around trying to find my office. Well, I didn't get an office. Neither did I get a cubical. What I got was a desk next to the water cooler. And it wasn't a nice desk. It was an elementary school desk with the open front. And my first duty in this new, executive position, was to clean out a toilet in the bathroom on that floor. Reluctantly I acquiesced and went to the bathroom to clean. Apparently some people were upset with how I had skyrocketed through promotions so about 10 people had gone #2 in the toilet. And when they had run out of room there they did an upper-decker. In case you don't know what an upper-decker is it's when you take a dump in the back part of the toilet. The only reason anyone would ever do this is because they are sick as hell. I mean, yeah it's funny... it's hilarious... but not if I have to clean it.


So now I'm worried that this is the future state of my job. Running around constantly, but never doing much besides cleaning up other people's shit.

Sounds about right actually.



Resumes Sent: 4
Stories Sent: 4
Stories Rejected: 3.5

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

"What's in a name?" 2

After my last, What's in a name post, one of my loyal readers said:

That is awesome! I've always named my vehicles. I had a chev blazer similar to your jimmy, named Wade. Not the greatest vehicle name now that I sit here and read it. I'm ashamed.
-S

Well, I think Wade is a cool name.

I've always found it funny when people name things or pets regular people names - and not cool ones either.

I think I'll start naming all of my pets after my kids.

"Daddy, why does the dog have the same name as me?"
"It's a competition to see who can be better behaved."
"Oh," my son would say pitifully. Then he would brighten up. "The dog crapped on the floor twice today! So I'm doing better, right?"
"Well, didn't you go to the Principal's office today?"
"Yeah," he'd say gloomily. "But I didn't crap on his floor."
"All right then. So far today you're the better child. But you'd better run and clean your room just to be sure."



Resumes Sent: 4
Stories Sent: 4
Stories Rejected: 3.5

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Bathrooms

I've been in my new job for a week and a half now. I really like it.

My boss is cooler.
The work is more interesting.
The hours are flexible (better).
The dress code is more casual.
The staff is friendlier.
The staff development is way better.
The pay is better.
The view is better.

It's a really cool job. I'm just not sure if I can keep it.

See, the second floor, the one where my last job was, has auto-flush toilets. The fourth floor, where I am now, has manual flush toilets. I've been working here for two weeks now and I keep forgetting to flush the toilet. So I'll go and wash my hands and then, after I'm clean, I'll realize that I haven't flushed. So then I have to go flush and wash my hands again. That wouldn't be so bad, but the towel dispenser is always broken. It's bad enough having to struggle to get the towels out the first time you wash, but having to do it all over again? I might have to beg my old job back.

Or stop washing my hands.



Resumes Sent: 4
Stories Sent: 4
Stories Rejected: 3.5 - Still working on the second draft for Ideomancer. I have been so busy with the new job that I haven't had time to work on it, or on the blog. Lame excuse, I know.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Question

Is it fair for a person to go bald AND gray?

I started losing at around 23. It was undeniable at 25. Now, nearing 35 I am noticing gray hairs. Where is the justice?

I mean, it absolutely doesn't distract from my devastating handsomeness. But still, is this fair?

On the positive side, the hairs might go gray, but not for long.



Resumes Sent: 4
Stories Sent: 4
This week I sent Rumplestiltskin to Ideomancer.
Stories Rejected: 3.5 - Ideomancer did not accept my story, but they did not reject it... exactly. One of the editors wrote me and said that she liked everything about the story except the basic premise, the plot, the characters, my writing style, the mood, the direction, the morals, the begin, the end and the middle. She went so far as to say that there were some parts that were so bad it made her hate herself and also my mother. BUT... she said it has potential. I'm considering a rewrite.