Cleaning House

Hey! Look who’s still alive. Well, undead anyway. No, I haven’t completely forgotten about this place. Just been busy/lazy/drunk/fill in lame excuse here. I actually started to write a post a little over a month ago while dead drunk, but ended up scrapping it. I had just finished doing one of the best editions of Dark Entries that I’ve done in a long time, went to a hippy dive bar down the street from my house, and 5 rum and cokes and a drunk dial to KB later, and I got it in my brain that rattling off a tipsy post for the blog would be a good idea. Well, after sitting down a second ago and reading over it (thank God I never hit “Publish” on the thing), I thought better of it, so unfortunately it will be sent to blogging purgatory. Maybe it will meet up with all the other dead posts out there in a church somewhere and hang out with Charlie from Party of Five, a hobbit, and that black guy in the wheel chair from that prison show. Oh, wait, he didn’t make it. He’s still running around on the island with that dog.

Now I have to wonder how many people have read this far and haven’t kept up with the reference. Oh, and I know everybody’s mourning the end of the show and all, but I’m more bummed about about 24 coming to an end. That was my second favorite show on television. My first favorite? Smallville. Yeah, I said it. You wanna make something of it? Yeah, this season kind of sucks and yeah just about everybody and his brother knows that Clark’s got powers at this point, and I don’t know how they’re going to explain where his costume’s going to come from or the fact that he’s already met and fallen in love with Lois when everybody knows they’re not supposed to meet until after he becomes Superman, and what’s up with…

Sorry. Nerded out there for a second.

K, back to the task at hand. I was noticing something the other day.

1) I haven’t written anything here in a while, and while I’ve got a couple of big posts in the works for the near future, that’s hardly an excuse for not writing something in the meantime.

2) I’ve been filling up my phone with pics of just about every stupid or interesting thing I come across. Of course, they’re almost all taken with the intention of writing about them at some point, but while I’m good at Phase 1 of the plan (the picture taking), I’m not doing so well on the Phase 2 part (the writing).

So, to that end, here we go…

I went to my little cousin’s graduation the other day. It was just the cutest little thing you ever did see. My wittle cousin Bethany’s all grown up. I got into town late because my car’s been in the shop and I had to go pick it up before I could hit the road and make the hour and a half drive back to my home town. I parked across the street in the parking lot of my old elementary school. The way it’s laid out is you have the high school, then the elementary school across the street, then behind that is my old middle school. And next to that is the apartments where I spent my childhood.

So, I sprinted across the yard of my elementary school, across the street, and ran down to the bleachers where the graduation ceremony was taking place. My whole family was already seated there and I knew I had no hope of finding them in the crowd, but I was just trying to get there in time to see my cousin get her diploma. I could hear the names announced on the loudspeaker, and the first one I heard was someone named Phillips. So, I started to run. My cousin’s last name isn’t Phillips, but it comes right after that. A couple of Phillips’ were called and the second I went through the gate and I looked down on the field I heard her name. And there she was, making her walk. I had juuuust made it. The picture below was taken after all the kids had made their walks and sat back down. At this point they were in the middle of singing the alma mater. Seconds after I took this, they raised their fists in the air, tossed their caps, and sprayed silly string all over the place. Then, everyone rushed the field.

After I made my way down onto the field and joined my cousin and the rest of the family, I realized how weird of an experience it was. The last time I stood on that field, I was the one wearing the cap and gown and graduating high school. Bethany was four at the time, and her little brother and sister hadn’t even been born yet. Her dad graduated from the same high school, and when his younger brother did the same thing, Bethany’s mother was pregnant with her, so she’s actually been to 3 graduations on that same football field. I remember her being this little baby that WOULD NOT STOP CRYING when my mom used to babysit her. That was what, last week? No? 18 years ago??? Who let that happen?

Something else happened the other day. I came home from work and found that an intruder had ransacked my bedroom. He had made a wreck of the place, drug out everything I had under my bed, and before he had a chance to completely get away with it, I managed to snap a picture of him in the middle of the act. Note the look of total guilt.

And lastly, I hate my day job. I’m thankful to be gainfully employed, but I work for a company and a department run by idiots, staffed by idiots, and I spend my day on the phone talking to more idiots. The money for the most part is good, but hardly worth it, and I’ll be glad when I move on to something that doesn’t stress me out this much and fill my days with “have you gotten that memo about the TPS reports” moments.

Case in point. I know this may not fully relay the kind of thing I have to put up with on a daily basis, but this one sign in the restroom illustrates the brain trust that makes the decisions in my department. Maybe you’ll get an idea of what I’m dealing with.

Putting aside the fact that I work with the types of people who would actually put food in the restroom sink, please note the TOTAL LACK OF PUNCTUATION. I mean, would be it be that hard throw a period in there somewhere? A comma? Something? If you think this is bad, you should see the spreadsheets and 45,000 memos that come across my desk and e-mail inbox every day. They make about as much sense.

More phone-pic house cleaning coming up on the next post, but not so much random. It’ll all make sense. Promise.

9 Responses to “Cleaning House”

  1. Seeing as I got a text at 2:07am announcing the above post, I’m not convinced it didn’t involve rum and coke this time either. 🙂

    Love your cat. I had a cat once that jumped up on the counter, then up on the fridge, dragged down a loaf of bread. Then he pulled the bag through the house as little bread slices left a trail. I found him and the bread under my bed.

    I don’t know why, but I got it stuck in my head that it was around midnight where you are and was thinking you’d still be up. So sorry about that. In my defense, I was dead sober at the time.

    I like your cat’s style.

  2. If everybody spent their nights between rum and cokes, texting and blogging we would never see the evils of war.

    I always knew one day my drunken ramblings would save the world.

  3. I think the cat wanted to do a little reading up on Batman. Ya know? He probably did it so he could strike up a converation with you.

    Well, that would be one way to win your way into my black little heart, but I’d much rather talk to him about why he keeps pooping on the dang bathroom rug.

  4. I used to watch Smallville. I loved the show, then started phasing out until they added that Green Arrow guy. He kept me watching for a little bit longer but eventually I just stopped. Working with people you don’t like is miserable. Hope something changes for the better and soon!

    This season’s been a little lacking. They’re doing one more after this, but it’s been confirmed that that one will be the last. 😦

    I’m giving it till about August. We’re doing a big schedule change then and if I can’t get the schedule I want and if I’m not happy with the money I’m making at that point, I’ll be looking elsewhere. Working every Saturday and Sunday might be worth it if it was at a job I cared about, but I just don’t care enough to do it anymore. Life’s too short to hate what you do every day.

  5. Hey DJ! I gave you a shout out in one of my recent blogs. I said something was dedicated to you(pictures). I wont give away too much, but all I can say is bats.

    Well, you definitely know how to get my attention. I’m about to head over there now and check it out. I was reading some of the first post yesterday. I’m at work now and I’m going to try to catch up with the rest of it before my lunch break is up. Thanks for the shout out!

  6. Sorry I didn’t come by sooner. But, now that I have a job again I’m keeping busy.
    I figured you may have parked far at the graduation because from your voicemail it sounded like you were making quite a hike. 😛
    Well, I still have no internet at home and I’m squeezing this reply in at work. Geez, watch me get fired after a month…lol. Ok, so I’ll call you in the next few days and we will catch up!

    I’m just happy for you that you’re working again. Yeah, I parked a mile away, and had to nagivate all the family members who didn’t know the layout of the school and were taking their sweet time walking aimlessly down the sidewalk. All those times I skipped out of school senior year during lunch to go down the street to get some pizza paid off. I know all the tricks to get on and off of campus quickly and with stealth.

    Yeah, I’m doing this from work too, but I’m on my lunch break instead of trying to do it on the sly when I’m supposed to be working. Looking forward to the call. I’m sure we’ve got a lot to talk about.

  7. Kitty! 🙂

    Psycho is more like it.

  8. I saw Charlie from Party of Five a few years ago at Barnes and Noble when I lived in Santa Monica. I felt incredibly tall. Oddly enough, that’s where I also saw Martin Short, one of the designers from Project Runway, and the jerky dad from One Tree Hill.

    See… I’m rambling and I don’t have rum and Coke anywhere near my system. One of my friends used to drunk dial me when we were at dinner or at a bar. I of course couldn’t hear my phone but when I checked it at home and played the message, it was 45 minutes of the evening. I’m sure a drunk post from you would be MUCH more entertaining than listening to conversations from the only girl at a gay bar, surrounded by her gaytourage.

    You can ask kb about drunk dials from me. She’s been on the receiving end of a few of them. I seem to remember calling her on New Year’s Eve and singing a song that I made up and was really proud of.

    What’s odd for me is when X-E’ers and other people I only know from the internet call me at the studio while I’m doing my show. People never sound the way I imagine they will and there’s always a certain degree of awkwardness for some reason. I’ve actually developed a few really cool friendships that way, but it’s always really weird at first.

  9. Well here’s a heads up: my voice doesn’t match my face. I’m telling you this so you’re not weirded out should I choose to call in during your show.

    Well I hope you weren’t too weirded out by my voice…and your song. You totally should call in sometime!

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