I mean dreaded, in the sense that I was fucking extatic. When I told our office director, he looked around for the pervious versions software, then said "Well, guess I must have tossed it out. That doesn't give us many options, go ahead and take the new one."
Yeah, they bought a brand new machine for the guy that works 2 days a week, when use warehouse dudes that need our machine 10 hours a day, 5 days a week don't have one that even functions.
Anyway, so we got that mofo, and our warehouse operations are running smooth as butta' yo. Good times.
Other work related news: My boss thinks he may have to move back to Salt Lake. Says he can't afford to live in Georgia anymore.
*looks around* Soooo, theres two of us working here full time. So who's gonna end up being the boss when you leave? So yeah, I may be in line for another promotion soonish. Another $3.00 an hour, 401k, full health/dental/life/eyecare insurance, and essentially as many hours as I want, with time and a half paid for working past 5:00 PM, and for 40+ hours.
So see, I have this shoe here. For some reason I only have one. Perhaps the other hasn't dropped yet...
Or possibly, karma took a look at said "Woah now, sorry about all that dude. Here's a little sumthin sumthin to make up for all that shit, ai'ght? We cool dawg?"
Fuck it, who knows? Things have been going so well it's a tad overwhelming actually. I told my mom yesterday that I had half a mind to send Hannah a nasty message thanking her for being such a rancid twathole that it made me get the hell out of my rut and ask Devin about the job just so I could get away from the situation with her at work. I rattled off a brief draft, mean as hell, and mom said something like "No no, you need to be subtle, so when she gets it she feels like total shit." I swear half of the bitterness of my personality comes from my Mom.
Had a halfway not obnoxious talk with my Dad for a bit too the other day. He's finally questioning his faith in Christianity some. Actually, quite a bit, and that makes me pretty happy. He's pretty much blindly followed and has had some just blatantly idiotic viewpoints for as long as I can remember. But of course, theres a catch. It's all this "Neiboru" and 10th planet shit. A bunch of ya dee blah about aliens having landedin ancient Syria or something and there having had genetically engineered humans thousands of years before that and all kinds of kooky ass shit. But hell, he's 60, and I'll take what I can get. He's not all "Praise Jesus yaarr yarrr blargh Jesus hates fags beurherhebjrhdbfbdfdf" anymore.
So yeah, thats life.
Hoping to go to the M:TG Coldsnap prelease this weekend. Got some bills to pay though, so might not be able to. Damn two week pay periods. Don't get paid till the 14th, and the prelease is the 8th and 9th. Feck. Can't beleive I've gotten myself roped back into this expensive ass hobby again. It's fun though, so whateva'.
Edity: I thought you guys might like to meet my new wife.
Yeah, my sister taped the episode of Gilmore Girls with a Kim Gordon and Thurston Moore cameo, and every time Alexis Bledel spoke, I turned into a mushy pile of stupid. The gal that plays Loralai is pretty smokin too.
Like omg.
The hard drive on our main computer crashed today. Also, there just aint shit to do.
I have spent too much money in the past couple days. S'cool though, I got it.
I'm having to use IE, and it makes me want to shoot people.
That is all.
I concede.
I yell uncle.
I tap out.
Whatthefuckeverittakes.
Can we please just cut to about 35 years from now where I end up like my uncle? A miserable, lonely, broke alcoholic who never married and lives in a van. Because really, I'm losing my patience for all this in betweeny shit.
Yeah, it was pretty fucking awesome overall.
How close were we?
Oh, and whats this "we" shit, when I went alone? I met the most amazing girl. Exchanged numbers with a quickness, and hung out the whole show.
Yeah, I finally grew a pair and talked to a gal, and it almost couldn't have gone better. Agreed on pretty much everything we talked about. How much we hate the ignorant south, the bible belt, rich people, and the virtues of growing up poor. She even wanted to hear all the same songs I wanted to hear at the show. When I asked her, she replied "Anything off Goo.", much to my elation. I can't get enough of that album. We rattled off a list of songs we'd love to hear off Goo, and just yammered on about near everything.
Oh yeah, and she's gorgeous.
But of course, as I aluded to, there was a catch. She lives in New Mexico. Bleh. She mentioned having gone to Emory and GA State, so I'm hoping she's currently enrolled in GA State, and is just back with her folks in between semesters.
When we parted ways, she told me to call her the next day, since we talked about possibly going to another show Tuesday night, as she was leaving again on Wednesday. Got her voice mail though, hrrrm. Going to give her a call again tonight. Here's hopin'.
As for the questions I recieved after my last entry, yes, I'm not renewing if the SG overlords don't start showing some of the girls that have been in limbo for ages some respect. It's rediculous.
You gotta put up with me for another three weeks though. 
If I try to use any of the tags below the text input window here, it resets to the main page. That sucks.
Yahoo/MSN: DireChocobo
E-mail: GhettoRide81 at gmail
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If you want my digits, ask.
Fuck this noise.
I was completely exhausted today at work, mainly due to yesterday when we had a container of product from one of our accounts come in. The paperwork said it was a live load, meaning we unloaded the trailer while the driver waited. So we're thinking this 350 piece drop is going to be on pallets and ready to move, so it will take like, 10 minutes with Justin, Devin, and myself working.
We open the dock door, and this fucker is slam packed with this office furniture, all stacked together. Had to bust that thing out by hand. Devin had to do bossman stuff, so it ended up taking Justin and I all damned day. 350 pieces, all weighing at least 55 pounds. Cripes I was dead after that.
Got a decent nights sleep though. First one in months.
But of course, as exhausted as I was today at work, once I get home, I'm all like WHEEEEEE YAYYAYAYAYA HYPER AS FUCK. Totally wired right now, so I'm probably going to have the insomnia thing going on tonight again. Lame.
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Whoever said money can't buy happiness was a fucking douchebag. Last month, I was nearly to the point where homeless dudes were coming up to me giving me money, and saying "Shit man, here's a couple bucks, you look like you need it." This month, the bills are covered, the back bills are paid, and I have blown a ton of cash so far on yummy vegitarian food, live music, fun fun fun, kitcheny things, got a badass new phone too, and I still have plenty. I loves it. Much much better of a phone than that last nice new one I got. Thusly, I am less stressed out, and therefor, much much happier. I like you money, lets see more of each other.
I buy CD's in weird combinations.
That Camera Obscura is good shit.
In other news...
I got a very unexpected message over MySpace from a longtime friend today. Figure it's safe to repost here, because only one person that would see this knows the person in question.
Subject: is it just me...
Body: ...or does it seem like we have some sort of unfinished business. Like, we should have already slept together (or at elast made out) about ten years ago? Not that I'm proposing doing so...I'd hate to make you break your ethical ways, but I was just wondering if I'm the only one who has that nagging thing in the back of my head.
So yeah, that was a little bit of a surprise to see today.
Monday...
Sometime later this month...
Fuck yeah.
Be back later to retype all that shit.
*smashes change with a hammer.
I had fun last night. I did not have fun at work today. Thats about all thats going on in the world of DireChocobo.
Anyone ever watch that American Idol style show about dancing? The first time I've ever seen it was last night, so I can't remember the name. There was some nutty gal on last night. There was no sound, so I don't know specifics, but I guess she got shot down or something, so on her next go round, she wrote stuff all over herself, and just ran around the stage acting crazy. It was...strange... She then acted like she was just getting picked on. It was kinda weird. The show was on while I was at my favorite mexican restaurant, so I was pretty much a captive audience.
I like that place way too much.Seven more hours to go here. Maybe something will happen.
