A special investigator just contacted me about my pending career change. He needs to come to my place of work and verify my employment information with my immediate supervisor (as well as with another colleague). As many awkward situations as I’ve experienced, I’m surprised that I’m not used to them by now. This is worse than that time I locked ( Read more... )

Dad’s Move ( Read more... )

Dad's attitude hasn't been very well. Apparently, he had the notion that he would be better by his birthday, and since that hasn't happened, he's become more depressed. His friend, Paul, who has been keeping him company has told us about a few of his public outbursts ( Read more... )

I actually cooked something this weekend. And I used the oven instead of the microwave. And it wasn’t a Stouffer’s ready to eat dinner, either. I cooked my parent’s recipe for chicken noodle soup and chicken salad, and it turned out to be a rather convincing replica of the original. I think I used too much water in the soup, and I forgot about ( Read more... )

I need some career advice. Before I begin, I don’t fill comfortable broadcasting to the world exactly what these careers are. While I’ve mentioned one by name in the past, I’ve always censored it out after the entry was posted for a little bit. You never know who might be reading. Consequently, I’ll synthesize these careers with a few of the ( Read more... )

Last week, I met one of the masses I have trouble believing exists. I was talking movies with a woman, and she turned out to enjoy movie spoofs, films like Superhero Movie, Epic Movie, Meet the Spartans, and so on. Well, she only mentioned Superhero Movie, but I can’t imagine any of those films being much different from one another. Even movies ( Read more... )

Perhaps the best, succint description of parenthood is working yourself out of a job. I wonder how many parents that fact is lost on. Looking back, it seems that my parents didn’t want to be parents. My mother must have seen us as dolls. If you’ve ever seen a little girl play with a doll, her doll automatically and immediately fulfills whatever ( Read more... )

It seems like bad stuff likes to happen around my birthday. It’s not every year, mind you, but it’s consistent enough that I should keep my guard up. If I’m not getting in a car wreck, then my mother’s in the ER, or I’m projectile vomiting from bad clam chowder. This year, I’m homeless. Someone swiped my keys yesterday. The last moment I know ( Read more... )

Disclaimer: This entry references my innate dorkiness ( Read more... )

There’s a television program aptly called The Office. I’ve never seen it, but I imagine it’s about all of the drama and politics that goes on amongst a corporate office. I didn’t think that kind of stuff would happen in real life. I’ve never noticed it at my own work place; however, I realized a few weeks ago that my obliviousness must shield me ( Read more... )