3/28/07
It's 12:06 a.m. on 3/27/07. The past two nights there has been a persistent hum which is not very loud but it's at just the right volume to pervade everything in my room. It seems to be centered over Spot's closet in my bedroom. Around 11:30 or so I got Olympics Guy's attention thinking he might have inadvertantly left a gadget on that's humming because it seems to be coming from what I presume to be his kitchen area.

Unfortunately he couldn't hear it and I felt like I was being batshit insane and a grumpy old man. I resigned myself and went back downstairs to my apartment with its illusory hum. About quarter to twelve there was a triple bump noise and the hum stopped!

Only for about ten minutes.

So I got up again, investigated the boiler room and heard a noise coming from the furnace but it's not the hum. It's not even the same timbre as the hum. The only place where I can find any relief is in the living room. Of course in the living room I can hear the dipshit college kids hooting and hollering outside as they walk home or to their respective cars.

It's 12:16 a.m. and I believe the hum has stopped once again. Hopefully for good. Right now I'm wondering if it's Attic Girl.

12:32 a.m. on 3/27/07. On Monday a memo was handed out that highlighted the procedure for calling in sick to work. First thing that I noticed was the use of "priviledge" along with the incorrect use of the possessive rather than the plural "s". Let's forget that the wrestling manager spells eligible as "eliagible".

Part of the procedure for processing an application requires a duplicate search to see if there are any matches in the system with other customers. It checks the home address, account information, home telephone numbers and provided email addresses. A new feature was added and it's manager-only and it's a refresh button.

Our esteemed computer department, best known for playing on their PS2, acting grumpy when the internet goes down, wearing friendly t-shirts saying "I'll be nicer if you act smarter" and basically being incompetent buffoons set up this refresh button. I was curious and hit the refresh button myself and got this message.

Restricted, only Manager's may use the Refresh Button

I am surrounded by simpletons. Plus I must be the biggest idiot of them all because I remain at this job.

Sadly sometimes I see myself doing the same mistakes they make and feel like giving myself some 9mm aspirin. Fortunately I catch these errors myself, most of the time, before anyone is the wiser to my failures.

Why am I staying at this job which I clearly dislike and want nothing to do with my co-workers? Because I want to pay off my car. Once I pay off my car and still have a decent financial cushion in my bank account I'll quit and find something else, even if it's elmgrows's employer or something else. They've been good to him even though new employees have a high turnover rate or so elmgrows tells me.

At the moment I'm not too confident that having more than 5 years of employment history under my belt will count for jack or shit in the job market so I'm going to aim low and cross my fingers.

Got home from work at 5:19 p.m. and log onto the internet expecting the crawl of 37.2k or 28.8k.

I got my full fiftysomething of a dialup connection.

Hurray now I don't have to reinstall fucking Windows.

I can not show my gratitude enough to Cassius. Right now he's showing Jaybird and I form and the basics of increasing our strength skills. Good lord, I may actually have a shadow of fitness by December.

First and foremost I am indebted to Jaybird for initiating this. Nextly I have an even greater debt to Cassius for showing us this stuff.

After working out Jaybird, Cassius and I went to Chipotle for dinner. Once we got situated and talked a little bit about Asbury Park by Night I blinked and looked again around the table.

Brian, Tim and the rest weren't there with me. My new friends. People who I deem to be invaluable to me and for whom I would do anything. Upon reflection I wondered if I would still do the same for the folks of my old gaming group. Yeah, I reckon. But still they're so far away, I'm a different person (even though some folks won't let me be that different person) and I'm much older and probably wiser.