June 2007

6/29/07
Something that I keep meaning to mention yet it slips my mind. I'll write this down ahead of time so I do not forget to mention this at heptapod.org.

The hum which has been haunting my bathroom, parts of my bedroom and the upstairs near the alcove has finally gone away. A few weeks ago I was having my morning constitutional when I realized there wasn't any hum. Later that evening I enjoyed a silent bathroom.

I have yet to return and sleep in my bedroom. Last weekend is the first time I've slept in my bedroom since April. Right now I think that the hum might have come from Attic Girl. Around the time that the hum went away, she wasn't upstairs. As far as I know, she still lives here.

broke

One of the underlying causes of being broke lay in borrowing money. If you don't have the money in the first place how does one expect to repay the debt short of borrowing more money? The sane borrower will live frugally, repay the debt and slowly bring themselves back into the black.

In my line of work as a loan shark I've discovered there may be a more subtle issue.

People don't know their pay cycle or understand basic concepts behind pay cycles. For example being paid every other Friday does not mean that one is paid twice a month. For example June 2007 has five Fridays which means someone who is paid on 6/1/07 will get a paycheck on 6/15/07 then 6/29/07. Being paid on a semi-monthly basis does not mean one is being paid every two weeks.

Somehow, somewhere people are confused by this concept. I do understand that some folks can't be bothered with such minutae and more power to them. Plus there are jobs which have exceedingly random and inconsistent pay cycles. One poor soul applied and according to their human resources manager everyone is paid three days before the end of the month.

Fucking weird.

Shit happens, stuff breaks and require immediate attention when least expected but understanding that being paid on the 5th and 20th does not mean there'll be another paycheck coming up on the last day of the month.

Anyway this ramble is only relevant to me and my usurious job.

dreamy rinse

Home alone in my parent's house. All the dogs were at home hiding in the dark den. My parents weren't home and my sister was supposed to be there but she's out galavanting around somewhere completely oblivious to her responsibilities.

I'm up in the kitchen looking out on the porch and towards the pond wondering about what may be lurking in the darkness. All the while my fear is fueling my fury to unleash on my sister should she dare return home.

Boredom sets in and I waddle downstairs. I can see Sunny, Katie, Benny and Gina's silhouettes against the patio door. For some reason this fills me with dread. Adding insult to injury I discover that the foyer lights have gone out and I'm standing in the dark.

A possible explanation for this phobia comes from my youth. I've always been dreadfully afraid to be seen by the dogs at night. Of course now I'm a bit more mature than those carefree days of being eighteen and twenty five which means I can handle seeing animals in the night. For example, Spot wandering around with her eyes full of dim captured light and the poor chocolate pitbull bitch looking at me in the dark.