Monthly Archives: March 2012

A sorry excuse, but you better have those dishes put away….

I haven’t posted in a while, if your an avid reader (which I’m not sure I really have any regulars besides Trisha ūüėČ BECAUSE NOT MANY OTHERS OF YOU CHIME IN WITH YOUR THOUGHTS!!! – or you are just creeping… which is cool either way…anyway…) I apologize for being incognito for a while. ¬†I’ve got this new thing called a job. ¬†Crazy, I know, but it’s just a part time thing right now, seeing as I no longer have the ability to commit to anything (stop rolling your eyes Trisha, and hey by the way… are the dishes put away? Because I’ll be back around 12:30ish and I’ll be ready to finish the rest…. currency bitch…)

Sorry, the job. ¬†I’m not making any initial judgments until after next week. ¬†It’s too hard to tell this early in the game, but the people I work for are very nice and it’s a challenge, especially since it’s in an area which I have no experience or much knowledge of.

The downside is I feel like I haven’t seen my kids or spent any quality time with them for ages. ¬†Although next week is spring break so I will be able to spend Monday and Tuesday with them before going back to work Wednesday. ¬†Ahhh, the joys of working life… We will see… be back later…

 

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Magic 8 Ball, you toy with my decision making…

I hate having to make decisions. ¬†It can be as simple as what to eat for dinner, or as complicated as what do I want to do with my life, I can’t make a solid decision to save my soul. ¬†Hindsight being 20/20 I realize this was probably also a key problem in my past failing marriage as well. ¬†Neither of us could make a decision, or else neither of us cared enough to have to make it… I was in the process of trying to decide if I should make a pretty solid transition this week. ¬†I always hesitate because I worry incessantly¬†that I will make the wrong decision. ¬†I would be much happier allowing others to make decisions for me, provided they are the choices I would want to have made myself. ¬†I’m just never brave enough to make those choices myself… besides, then if anything goes wrong, the blame is on them…right?

Anyway, as I was in the process of making a decision this week, ¬†I found myself back in the good old junior high days of asking the Magic 8 Ball what decision I should make (However, now the Magic 8 Ball is an app on my phone, but the same concept really, right?). ¬†It seemed rational at the time. ¬†Yet, the Magic 8 Ball kept telling me what I didn’t want to hear… “It is decidedly so. It is certain. Yes.” So I did a little experimenting and asked it a few other questions, like, “should I dye my hair hot pink”… or “should I live in a van down by the river”. ¬†I made a startling discovery. ¬†No matter what I ask the Magic 8 Ball it gives a positive response. ¬†If I asked it, “Should I give up all of my worldly possessions and become a nun,” it would most certainly say “Signs point to yes”.

Lesson learned: Magic 8 Balls toy with your life… and then laugh in your face. Just kidding, the real lesson learned here is don’t depend on the Magic 8 Ball to make your decisions or you could end up dressed like a clown, joining a circus. ¬†Point taken Magic 8 Ball, point taken…

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