I just wanted to say "what the gladsome".
I'll update later.
(A talking Donald Trump bobble-head, no less)
Nothing says "I love you" and "thank you for making my life better" like an obnoxious, arrogant, gaudy man marketing himself in mass-produced toy form. Too bad I've finished all my Christmas shopping. It would have been almost as great as the year when people actually purchased the Big-Mouth Billy Bass.*
*Please, oh please, read that review of the Big Mouth Billy Bass.
*Complain
*Pity Myself
*Shop
*Waste Time
*Consider myself better than others
*Obsess
*Talk
*Not listen while pretending I was
*Envy
*Sleep
(Not necessarily in this order)
*Pray
*Love
*Forgive
*Encourage
*Hope
*Believe
*Give
*Dream
*Get Over It (I'm referring to irritating things generally, not specifically)
*Read
They say if you put a bunch of monkeys in a room with a bunch of typewriters, they would eventually come up with the complete works of Shakespeare. I don't think that's true. Think about it: even if you could gather up all the monkeys in the world, I doubt even one of them would be familiar enough with that archaic English to write even one of those plays or sonnets.
(I'm pretty sure they could come up with the complete archives of my blog, though.)
Due to the infiltration of comment spammers, you won't be able to leave comments on my blog or any other Monroeblogs (or other Terrablogs) at least until tomorrow. A new program is being installed to (hopefully) keep the spammers out.
My attentions have been on anything but my blog lately. I have this dysfunction that does not allow me to express anything remotely personal - not just on my blog - in everyday relationships too. You know, vulnerability and such. (In fact, as a wrote that, I wondered if maybe I was sharing too much.) Recognizing the problem is the first step to recovery, right? Well, I've known about it for many years now. Surely it will go away soon.
File under "not sharing too much":
*Today is my last day at Progressive Bank. In the interest of not showing any emotion (see above), I have not really thought much about how much I'm going to miss it here. I truly love my co-workers here and will miss them more than they or I know. I've got everything squared away and I have a load of stuff to take home with me today like certificates I've earned and dishes I've left up here. This is not like the last day of anything else I've ever done - school, housing, other jobs - when I left them, there was a sense of relief. This is not relieving, since I know I'll be right back at a new job on Monday. It's not relieving in a since of "I'm glad to be done with that stage of my life." I don't feel like celebrating - or crying. But I suppose, in a sense, it is the close of one part of my life. Not that work is my life, but I've spent 40 hours a week here for two and a half years. My life is changing.
But change is good, right?
Even though I almost always hate a job when I first start, I'm looking forward to this one. I hate new jobs because I don't like feeling ignorant. I like to know everything there is to know about my job and to be able to do it well, and it's pretty much impossible to do that in a new job - this one in particular - since I'm admittedly ignorant when it comes to mortgages. I think I'll like it once I know what's going on (and once I get that bigger paycheck).
And to all my friends who have banked with me: I'm not going to ask you to change banks, but if you're buying a house, come see me.
They say cleanliness is next to Godliness. I'm not sure if that's true, but I'm pretty certain that nosiness is next to pure evil.