dont call me MR.

This is a pic of me getting a promotion at work last week( I look excited, right?)...Im a: Satellite Communications Teleport - Network Operations Center MANAGER...sounds pretty sweet eh?
Alas I will miss my 5 day weekends, the unpredictiable eating habbits that come from swing shifts, the mindnumbing nights when nothing happens, countless hours of look for cars-houses-electronics that I cant afford to remind myself of all the money I dont have and sleeping during the day wearing my sweet nightmask (the things the fancy girls wear in movies when they sleep to keep it dark..I really have one)
on the other appendageofchoice, now I'll have a "normal person" 8-5 monday thru friday type job, which in my mind, is just one more hesitant step towards that whole responsible adult nonsence everyone talks about.

And there is something strangely appealing about being dropped into a position you're not prepared for..or necessarily qualified for either...and watching the fireworks.

I had to interview a replacement for my old shift

-Ive always hated the interview process, partly because I dont like talking to people sometimes..and partly because Im cocky and I always have the attitude that if they would just shut up and show me how they what said job done I can do it.-

but I tried to be professional and think of legitmate questions and it still ended up like "do you want a job?...yes, ok good...you're not stupid are you?"
all in all Im sure I will do a great job, and at some point become conditioned to working 5 days a week with no exteneded "breaks"

so yippie for me and all that

Dont read this if you get queasy..easy

After trying to sleep all day in preparation for the inevitable nightshift, I awoke feeling refreshed and rarin-to-go. I proceeded to the basement where my strong-maker is(weight bench) and was lifting while enjoying the cat urine ambiance that permeates the basement area, when I felt deep in my gullet the desire to empty the contents of my stomach with spasmodic contractions of my diaphragm. Needless to say, I no longer felt the zen of lifting.
I climbed the stairs to my room fighting the urge to blackout and beginning the ever unpleasant coldsweat and shakes that come with waiting to vom. Ploping down on my bed I layed there waiting for the final warning..but then it went away just as fast as it came. "that was weird" I thought feeling just fine. So I went back to getting ready for work, I jumped in the shower and was enjoying my new American Crew citrus-mint bodywash, when before I knew what hit me I got the 1 second warning that the vom was not gone only waiting to catch me totally off guard (the vom farie isnt happy if your prepared for it) so just like that my Cream of wheat farina was launching out my gaping mouth onto my freshly loufaed feet, clogging the shower drain with its mushy mass..and you know there is only one way to fix that, squishing it down with the aforementioned feet.
An unpleasant intermission to what should have been a invigorating shower.

I feel better now.