09 Babbles 01

Okay, so it's been weeks since I've posted anything. Sue me. Actually, please don't sue me. I have enough money problems as it is.

I really haven't been doing that much in the last few weeks. The new job is crap, but the pay is decent, so I'll stick it out and hope that things do get better after the initial 6 months, as it seems to for many of the folk I've talked to from there. I answer phones and do tech support on satellite tv receivers. To say that old people are now the bane of my existence is an understatement.

We're supposed to get things done in a certain amount of time, which, you know, I understand. The faster we get one call done, the faster we can get on to the next customer and provide resolution for their issue, sure. My issue is, How do you expect to get a person to verbally walk an 80-something-year-old woman through using a remote control to verify orbital satellite locations, signal strengths, reset a receiver, and change wiring in the same amount of time that you expect someone else to mindlessly deep fry a bag of frozen French fries and "cook" a burger?

Bah, I'm there 6 days a week. I don't really want to spend all my time away from work talking about it.

"All my time away from work." There's a joke. My social life is in the terminal ward at Denver Health right now. The thing about needing to be at work at 4:45 is that it means I have to wake up at 3 a.m. Not exactly rocking the nightlife with a schedule like that. I'm so out of the loop on what is going on with my friends it's pathetic. The loop is no longer in my timezone. I believe Cleveland was the last location it was spotted, but I digress, randomly and without any sort of merit to what I'm saying...

I've been trying to make a new video for Youtube longer than I've been avoiding writing something on here. My brain has been in standby mode for the last couple weeks while my body tried to adjust to the shock of waking up & going to work on drug addict/vampire time. Seriously, I think I saw the cast of Twilight on my way into work last week. It was hard to tell while swerving my car to dodge the sea of adolescents waving posters and crying, but I think it was them.

I don't know, it just seems like every time I sit down to do anything creative, all I can think about are things that are annoying me about my life. Having yet another girl I know tell me she wished her boyfriend was more like me, dealing with working 6 days a week and how that drains me/kills my will to draw, watching people I love break when their sig other of 2 years decides that the day before Valentines Day is a good time to yank the ripcord and bail out of the relationship.

Who knows what's gonna happen from here, but you can be damn sure I'm not living like this forever...

I really should make a Youtube vid this weekend...