Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Too good to be true....

I'll admit it. I use to be afraid of horses. I had never been around them up until a few weeks ago. Since then I've conquered my fear and haven't looked back. I have my girlfriend to thank for this.

Horses are my new favorite animal. They're like a mix between a cat, a dog, and a car. They have lots of personality like a dog and they have the independence of a cat, only you can use them for transportation like a car. Sitting on top of my girlfriend's horse felt like riding on the top of a car. It's quite exhilarating and unique in that it gives you a different perspective on your surroundings.

Another thing I enjoy about horses and being around them is the immense feeling of serenity I feel when I'm out at the horse farm. I feel like I'm a million miles away from all my troubles and worries. I feel grounded. It's the only time I actually enjoy labor; sweeping the floor, grooming, and doing a terrible job of stall cleaning. I appreciate my girlfriend so much more for sharing these things with me.

She also introduced me to NPR. I've always heard people talk about it, so it wasn't anything new. But I've never listened to it until she talked about how she use to listen to it all the time. I found myself sitting in the car 15 minutes after I had shut the engine off. I didn't want to get out! They were talking about all the new immigration laws and middle east stuff. Things I never dreamed I'd be interested in. But there I was.

Though I am a little perturbed. NPR is running some sort of pledge drive right now so a lot of the programming is interrupted with people asking me to pledge 40, 80, or 100 dollars. Like I have that kind of money! I mean, I like the programming and I'd like to support it, but I'm a poor college kid. Oh well.

You're narcoleptic?
Wow, that's cool!
I guess so.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Late Nights, Early Mornings, and No Contractions at the Copy Corral

Apologies, dear reader, this blog may contain boring posts about work....

I am still trying to get use to this idea of writing consistently. My mind cannot seem to wrap around it. Or maybe I just lack motivation... Yes, it's definitely motivation. My goal is to limit postings to one topic a piece. So there may be postings spread throughout the day.

I work for the KedExFinko's* CPC. I am but a cog in an evil corporate thing-a-ma-jig. While my work is mindless and mostly repetitive, my one claim to fame is that trees tremble in fear whenever I am in there presence. Why? Because the machines that I am enslaved to have an incredible lust for paper. They in fact demand it and should I not satiate their thirst, I must incur the wrath of their blinking yellow lights!

Paper, as you all know, comes from trees, hence the tree's abhorrence. "But trees," I say to them, "Do not fear me so!I am bound by the laws of my masters and I must acquiesce to their demands, else I will be terminated most un-honorably." But the trees, they just sit there, speechless and do things tree-ish. -=big sigh=-

Most nights are spent running around from machine to machine fixing jams or loading paper. The number of machines I do this to can range from one to five. In addition, should it be really busy, I will be running all five machines and performing tasks like: folding, binding, stuffing, collating, boxing, etc. It is these nights I tend to like least of all. However, tonight is at the other end of the spectrum. One machine to run and a little smidgen of auxiliary to do which means: I get to slack off. Which is what I am doing now and I need to stop doing it. I can feel the unrest of the machines in my veins. They beckon to me; call to me.

What is a cog to do?

*name changed to keep company anonymous.

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Procrastination or: Why I hate my truck so much....

There comes a time in my life when I develop a strange itch. An itch that can only be scratched by creating a new blog while taking the old, deprecated one out back and shooting it. So here I am, popping the top off a shiny new blog.

I'd also like to point out that this is the first time in my history of blogging that my title/subject does not start with the word: about. It was hard to do, but I did it, and the only place left to go is forward.