What is today? Wednesday? How
What is today? Wednesday? How did this happen? I feel like the week should be over, but I can't remember the days that have just past. Last night was the notorious poker night... back on track after last iteration's rescheduling. I always have a great time, but regrettably stay up too late and feel dysfunctional the next morning. I know the reality of self employment doesn't fit my imaginary mold, but I have this dreamy vision of self employment where hours are flexible. I'm ready to retire and play all day. My old recruiter called me day before yesterday soliciting business. It's tempting, but I don't think I'm ready to make the plunge just yet. I'm a little more in that would-take-a-too-good-to-be-true-job-if-handed-on-a-silver-platter-with-guarantees mode than I am in the jump-off-the-plank-with-both-feet-and-damn-risks-to-hell mode. Of course, I've gone through more emotional mood swings that a pregnant woman about this, so who knows. Ironically, as I was typing that previous (and ridiculous excuse for a sentence) sentence, I paused to answer my cell phone and it was a man offering me a contract position on a network project in New York. Maybe it's a sign? I told him I wasn't interested. I told the truth. I'm done with big cities. I have thought a lot about this and even my move to Suburbia proper isn't enough. I'm not sure how to get from here to there and still put food on the table, but you can have your fucking smog, traffic, and idiots. It could just be a phase I'm going through... hmm... dunno. Anyhoo, EL and I are almost done with our Christmas shopping. That isn't that big a feat actually since we are pretty much only buying gifts for immediate family this year. I hate shopping in busy shopping areas. I get this sinking feeling of sadism and the deep desire to play with shoppers like a boy with ants under a magnifying glass on a sunny day consumes me. Shopping people are sheep... herd of irritating sheep. Look at this, it's 8:00 aye emm and I'm ready for chemical deliverance. "Martinis at eight" doesn't specify which cardinal direction to expect the Sun, does it? Oh well... time to work for my pay check. Toodles.
Actually, it is DINNER at eight, not martinis. Martinis are at FIVE, so - YOU’RE LATE!
Ah yes, holiday shopping. I don’t get sadistic I get homicidal. I could deal with moving in and out of the herd to make my kills but it’s the rudeness that gets into shoppers around this time that puts me over the edge.
Other times during the year I know what I want before I even get into the car. I go in. I get it. I get the fuck out. Easy pleasy. So long as we’re not talking an impulse buy. But even then, I’m just walking buy, I see it, I want it, I do a quick calculation and then I buy it. But when I’m buying for other people I have to walk around and wait for something to “speak” to me. That means much more time amongst “the Great Unwashed.”
It often leads to “theme” Christmases where everyone gets movies or everyone gets “things that can be found in Best Buy” or “things that can be found in Frys”. They’re possibly the worst places this side of Wal-Mart to be at during the holidays but you park once and when you walk out the sliding doors it’s all over.
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