Hodgepodge

So my morning routine changed a few weeks ago. Not for the better or for the worse, but for the Top 40. I sit in my room, eating my breakfast, reading the morning Google Reader, happy with my thoughts. Then, at 5:15a the alarm goes off for my wife to wake up. She has it set to 101.3 KDWB. The stupid Top 40 station in our area. Top 40, who am I kidding, Only 40. This brings me to the song I heard this morning; Lady Gaga (I can barely even type that out, I hate her so much, what a stupid name). The track was Just Dance. The song is just your typical dance song meant to be played a million times on the radio, at clubs and where ever else they can pimp it out. The thing I really hate about it is that I feel there should be more words to it. As if she found this neat backing music but just couldn’t write anything good enough to sing about. So she just went with the overly typical “dance” lyrics. It’s like a pop singers easy button. Or a one answer Magic 8 ball. “Dear Magic 8 ball, I what should I sing about, what do you suggest?” Shaky shaky shaky….Dance. And the fucking chorus…do do do do just dance. Really? Maybe Pierre (sorry about the sideways camera, best version I could find) could have filled in for her, at least it would have been interesting. The rasta-rapping is the only good part about it, mainly because the lyrics take up the full space of the music. For me, she’s like my perpetual hate machine. I hate her, and really for no good reason, and that makes me hate her even more…and so on and so forth. She seems like that type of person who would name their child something really stupid, like Safety pin, or Light bulb.


Things have been going great for me at work. I have this strong feeling that I won’t be returning to the call center after my six month project (well, now five). I’ve been working with some folks who should be able to get me into something much more suited to my skill set. I mean, the two managers took me in their office and for 30 minutes just praised my good work and told me how much they want to help me advance. That’s good right? Something where I don’t have to repeat our company’s various policies to upset, confused, or just plain old pissed off people who call up because they have nothing better to do with their time. Something where I can take my brain off auto-pilot and use it for some good. More on that as it develops.

I continue to find the lady who sits behind me a tool. Case in point: I asked her to minimize a window on her computer so I could see what was going on with a process. She asked me how do I do that. What, really? Other than using a keyboard, that’s like the most basic thing you learn when you’re first learning how to use a computer. I don’t know how she’s gone this long, she’s been in her current role for a few years now, and must use a computer all day to complete her job functions. She just blows me away. Oh, and this had happened more than once.

I’m finding myself with much less concern to who I reach out to on Twitter. I used to have the feeling, much like I did in my school years, that I shouldn’t talk to people who I don’t all ready know. But now, I’m much more “fuck that, I’ll do what I want” because if they don’t reply, so what. I’ll most likely forget I even said anything around the same time the person contacted did. All though, I do have to give a shout out to my two Twitter rocks: Aimee and Cassi I know they’ll respond to a tweet of mine, and I don’t even have to ask! That of course is excluding family.

The lady who sits behind me just showed up for work. Glorious.

O.k….done.