What Am I Working On These Days?

Working on two new games, maybe three.  Working everyday this week at TOMB.  Working to change myself.

Now I should work on going to bed.

Working Long Hours...

So I'm here at work, getting ready for another work day. Should be an easy time today. I've got some very important stuff I need to do today. Not much else is going on.

Peace out.

Right Now...

I feel melancholy and solitary. More to come.

(P.S.: I Miss You A Lot)

Ugh Is A Deep Valley

Aggravation is the current state I am in now. It's as if the entire world is conspiring against me. At least, that's how it feels.

When 2009 started, I wanted to have a feeling of optimism; a feeling that everything was going to work out and be OK. I mean, to begin a new year with a pessimistic view, in my mind, would be unsavory. And I wouldn't call myself a pessimistic person. Well, not always. But for the most part, I would like to say that I have a fairly good outlook on things.

But lately it seems like almost nothing is going the way I need or would like it to go. Which sucks. Big time. And when things like this happen, I shut down. I don't talk to virtually anybody. I hang out alone. I go out to Lir alone (although I do that anyway regardless of my mood). I keep to myself.

I've been told that doing that is not healthy for a person. People need to have other people around them for "support." While I would agree with that statement, I wholeheartedly advocate alone time. Maybe not to the extreme that I take it at times, but there is just something about taking time for yourself that make it worth while. I dunno.

It has also been said that "A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good, And that'll make things a little better understood" (Blackalicious "Make You Feel That Way"). Truer words have never been spoken (well, I'm sure there a many other quotes that qualify). The low points in life can make you appreciate the great things in life. But part of the problem is that sometimes you don't realize it while you are in the low points.

I'm rambling a bit. Ok, a lot. But there is a point to all of this. I think.

I think I may have hit another low point in life. The good news is that it is not very low. In fact, compared to other times, I guess you could call it a "shallow" point. It not terrible, but it certianly can get better.

I'm very tired. Let's see if I can sleep all of this away...

Anatomy Of A Morning

Whenever I have to work early at Tomb, I usually go through the same routine for getting ready. And since I'm not ready to talk about Parte Tres yet, I've decided to just write about what I do in the morning. As an added bonus, I'm writing this entire post on my iPod Touch. Pretty sick.

My internal clock usually gets me up anywhere between 6:30 and 7:30 AM. If that is not working, my alarm on my phone will go off 1.5 hours prior to call time. Either way, I will spend five minutes getting myself to ACTUALLY get up. When the battle is over, it'll be time for breakfast. Scrambled eggs, cereal, or a sausage McMuffin with cheese is on the menu. I try to force myself to cook breakfast and stay away from fast food. Anyway, when it is ready, I sit in my room and watch some tv (by the way, "Arthur" is still one of the best shows on the air).

If I didn't do it the night before, I'll take a shower and put on my work clothes. By this point in the morning, it'll be about 1 hour before call. If it is not, I will burn some time by watching an episode of "Password" on the DVR. Learn a few words or something. Check the email, check my clothes, and grab my items (wallet, ipod, phone, and backpack) and it'll be time to go.

I live roughly twenty-five minutes away from work via walking. I'm not a lazy person per se, but if there is a train or bus nearby, I'll hop on it for sure. Part of the problem is that either I'll miss the T or it'll be too packed to get on. Gotta love the reliability of the T. Headphones on the entire journey ensure that I am not bothered by anyone. Plus, I like walking to my own soundtrack.

From the fina T Stop to work is about .7 miles away. I like to jog that entire distance to get a little exercise. And when I do get to work, I can stop and stretch. So far, when I do get to work, nobody is there. So I'll listen to music and just wait. Eventually someone will come and sooner than later, the MOD (Manager On Duty) will come and open the door.

Well, that's mainly how it works. There are a few variables, but none that I'm going to tell you about.

Let's get this morning started... (ugh)

Morning Drab

It's 6:30AM.  I leave for work in less than 2 hours.  I've been doing this every weekday this week.  It's been fine; quite refreshing actually.  We've had school groups every day this week, which is why we are open so early.

TOMB has gone through some changes within the last week.  The biggest change is that we have more open shifts.  While I'm not going to go into all of the details, what I will say is the following: it's important in this day and age to think things through before executing them.  There's been a bit of bad blood recently and it spilled into work, which should never happen.  Long story short, two employees had, for lack of a better word, a vendetta between each other.  Both of them were let go last week for different reasons.  So take note: no matter how long you've work somewhere, you are never above the rules.

It's Thursday, and I've yet to make a Dish of the Week.  I've got till Saturday.

Jon is going to start grad school at UMass soon, and he'll be using that gym.  Which means...  I've got a new gym.  Well, almost.  When he starts at UMass, he'll let me use his current gym membership.  The drawback?  The gym is by his house in Newton, which is a bit of a trek.  But it'll be worth it.

I haven't really talked to anyone this week, since I've been so busy with everything.  The end of the month tends to be the busiest part of the month for me.  I've also needed some "Me Time;" there is a slew of Password Plus and Super Password that I have TiVo-ed that I can't wait to watch (when I get a break).

Oh, and the only reason why I haven't written Part Three of the Denver Saga is because I'm awaiting some pictures so I can post them here.

Congratulations to President Barack Obama.  I'm happy beyond all recognition.

Well, I've got to get ready for work.  Hooray...

A Quick Story For The Ages. Well, Sorta...

Part 3 is on its way, but I'm not ready to write it yet.

Yesterday I went to Lir (which is where I am headed to as soon as I'm done with this post; no surprise there).  The plan was for me to meet up with two cool friends of mine, Stephanie (Sim's girlfriend) and Vicki (Steph's Roommate).  Both of them were babysitting till 11PM, but said they would come afterwards.  Sounds like a plan.

If you didn't know this already, I love Lir.  It's my absolute favorite place to go to get a drink.  I can safely say that I've never had a bad experience there.  I love the atmosphere, the drinks, and especially the people who work there.  Many a story I could tell you about Lir.

Anyway, It was the first time I had been there since I left for Denver (side note: when I told them (them being my bartender friends) that I was leaving for Denver, they thought I was leaving for good; I set the record straight, ha ha).  Greeted with smiling faces, I took a beer, and stood in my usual spot, watching the game and watching the people who were there.

11:45 rolls around, and I realize that neither Steph or Vicki are coming.  Understandable, because you can't control when the parents will come back to their kids.  After giving them a call and rescheduling, I return to my spot a bit depressed.

I then receive a text from someone who I never thought I'd talk to again.  I won't go into the details, but let's just say that after the last hangout, I was pretty safe to assume that the two of us would no longer speak to each other.  The text states that I was on her mind because she was at Lir earlier that night on a date, pointing out all the people that I knew.  I texted her back telling her that I was still there.  Apparently she looked for me but couldn't find me (which I found funny cause I rarely move from my spot and it's not too hard to pick me out from the crowd).  

The young couple next to me noticed how sad I was (I wish there was a word for being sad, but not "Sad Sad" just "less-than-Sad") and the guy offered to buy me a drink because "You shouldn't drink alone when you are sad."  I suppose he's right, though I've done it before, and if history is any measuring stick, I'm sure to do it again.  The girl he was with was very nice, and we talked about my plans to move to L.A. sometime in the near future.  She was 2 years older than me, and had a pretty good head on her shoulders.

As the night drew closer to the end, the guy (Andre) realized that he lost his phone, so he went to go search for it.  The girl (Katie) said that she doesn't like to see people sad, especially someone as cute as I was (which was nice of her to say, although I didn't totally buy it).  She wanted to exchange numbers and suggested that we have brunch sometime.  I agreed, so we exchanged numbers.  As I left, she pulled me aside and whispered in my ear "Seriously, don't be down.  You are a good person who's very cute.  Things will turn around for you soon.  I know it," accompanied by a sweet kiss on the cheek.

I said goodbye to Kiley, Debbie, and Jade (the bartenders), and walked to the T to go home.  Pondering about the events that just transpired, I couldn't help but smile just a little bit.

And that's one of the reasons why I love Lir so much.  I never know what will happen.

(Then I proceeded to watch Japanese Games Shows on YouTube till I fell asleep)

Peace.