Big Time

I keep debating whether I should stop blogging until I get this site overhauled. But, there's much to do. "Wait till the summer, when you're free", my mind keeps thinking. But, I want to work on it right now. Oh well...

Lots of stuff happened today, probably because I was talking to Evan all day long, and we had a lot of insightful conversation.
I should've been working rather than talking, but there were too many people allocated to the job again, nobody watches us outside (especially when the cart room has carts), and I didn't get much sleep (4 hours. Bare with this post). I notice that my productivity goes WAY DOWN When I don't get sleep, though I don't really like sleep. Maybe I should get into a physical routine again...
Sleep has always been an important factor to me. I remember times where I'd stay up for long long times on the computer, and then sleep for up to 16 hours! (of course, I had that too much sleep feeling happening)
I read a document in psychology that stated that people that sleep longer than 8 hours tend to live shorter lives. I wonder about the credibility of the document, though. (I wonder about the credibility of psychology in general sometimes. I'd believe it if B.F. Skinner said it)
I sleep 6 hours average. Times change.

Anyway!

Me and Evan talked about a wide arrangement of stuff, but one thing that stuck in my mind was how "relaxation" for me was not relaxing at all. During the 2 times when I didn't have work or school (once when I lived in Alaska/Utah, and the other last summer, when school was out) I was going nuts not having anything to do. Actually, it was probably that I might have been able to do something, but I wasn't doing anything.(If I lived on a deserted Island I don't think I'd go nuts from lack of activity). Moreso, the pain of inactivity (this sounds really weird) was so great that I work just to not have that pain come back. But I don't like to work!
Evan confessed he felt the same way. We also came to the concensus that we were both starting to burn out when it comes to homework/work but have no other option.
I think what holds me over is thinking of my work as something fun. I can twist my perception of work into something else, provided i'm not working too hard (which shatters the altered perception. Then, i don't want to do anything)
Sometimes I wonder if any other people have this same dilemma. I need to fix it somehow, though it's been 3 years and I still haven't found a solution... (maybe I need to be self sufficient first?).
I saw a guy without a shirt on doing a 360 on his skateboard at work and it looked like a lot of fun. That guy knows how to relax, I thought. If I see him again, I'll be sure to ask him questions (no i'm not afraid to ask anyone questions, even if the questions seem dumb. They mean something to me)

So, like, Anyway...
Those cheap artsy fuzzy balls (that can be had at art stores for 28 cents per 50 pack) are wonderful for cats. I was recommended them by a coworker, and now that I'm the proud owner of some, I see that I will never have to entertain my cats AGAIN. They bat them and attack them like MaD! I wonder what would happen if i threw in some catnip.

I am certain now that me and my manager just aren't compatible. This morning, one of the maintenance members accidentally forgot to leave the remote for the cart pushing machine (cart hawk) behind, and took it home. This has happened 3 times in my 1.5 years at WinCo (not a big deal). So, I tell the manager. The manager responds that the guy MUST come back to work and return the remote IMMEDIATELY.
I replied that this is an uncommon occurance and that we have 3 backup remotes, and that he will return it when he comes back to work. The manager states that if we don't take a stand now, "they'll" never learn. We have to teach "them" a lesson before they start pushing us around. I reply that that's preposterous (kindly, of course, though my body language was a little aggressive since I was tired. More on this in a minute), that the maintenance people have good intentions. But, I tell him he's the manager and if that's what he wants (blah blah)

Talk about chopping the arm off to stop the infection in the finger!

I go back to work. Later, the manager confronts me, getting really close, and asks me why I was so irritated about the whole thing. I tell him that I just didn't agree with him. He responds that the maintenance guy could wash the remote (which costs $200). Now, I really wanted to tell him that we could just call him to notify him that he had the remote so he wouldn't "wash" it (note that a $200 remote is partially $200 because it's waterproofed. We use it in the HEAVY rain for crying out loud) and he wouldn't have to come back. But, I decided I'd had my fill of reputation demotion, and held my tongue.
Usually, I'm passive aggressive in that I'll agree to something but use my body language to show disapproval. But disagreeing with this manager (who's a real jerk) looked to be rather dangerous. So, at this point I started lying to him with my body language. I wanted him to leave as soon as possible. It seemed to work

I have a policy with arguing with superiors, especially of his stature: don't(unless you have plenty of power, but even then, be prepared for the consequences. It's much easier for someone to demolish something than for someone to build (something)).
There's only two people that I know of that get me upset and argumentative. One of them is this guy (the other is my dad). I'm usually a very agreeable guy who likes to take others' ideas and run with them (more fun for me and you!), but this guy...
I think it's in my best interest to stay away from him. Because, when I strike, people's feelings get hurt (I use a lot of facts to back up my shtuff, so they can't get around it. None of this opinionated stuff. Just point out every single mistake they make in a listed fashion. It's really brutal and effective). In the end, I usually get burned more than the person I attacked, since I try and get everything square again.

Oi. Did I just digress badly? What a terrible topic to talk about! I despise of fighting, so most of you shan't ever have to worry about me.

I hope to just get a different job soon. I'm looking forward to Tuesday, when I can go job hunting again, rather than letting everything build up in me until I can't stand it anymore

One more thing about the manager. Evan went up to tell him "I told you so" with the cart shortage over easter, and how we desperately need more (a lot of carts actually broke over easter. It's getting awful). The manager replied. "Well, just wait. We'll have a 2nd cart hawk soon!" Evan said, "But 2 cart hawks isn't going to help get the room fuller!", To which the manager replied, "Well, why don't you just wish for the stars and the moon?" and left.

I swear, the manager treats me and Evan like we're sassy teenagers or something that need to be taught a lesson (though Evan's 20 (but I'm 19)). It bothers me how I get treated by him.

How about some uplifting news?
I was an usher tonight. I done good. Heh, I screwed up a little bit on getting people to their proper seating arrangements, but after a little ushering practice I figured it out and had a good time doing it. Koichiro was there.
Koichiro is Richard's aide in japanese class, as well as cotenant. He's a former travel agent, and he's really funny in an innocent sort of way.
When I was an usher, I was (jokingly) promised love ! I got none. That's ok.
I met a girl there, though. Pretty cute. Sophomore. Lots of smiling and good conversation took place.

BUT!

(I use that BUT! technique too much. But no one else uses it. It's mine!)
I don't know how to get another girlfriend (specifically with someone I know little of). I probably should ask a multitude of people on how to really get to know girls you don't know that well that you meet, but I don't know. I only want meaningful relationships but...
I'd like to try and get another girlfriend again (but at the same I don't want a girlfriend. I have a lot of important work ahead of me). Only this time, I'd like to be the leader of the whole start-a-relationship thing. I just want to figure out how to do it. It's probably easy.
This sounds so stupid. (hehehe. But I'm being honest)
Sometimes I wonder if I should be all sleazy-ish and just hit on girls. See what happens. Just have failure on my mind as the goal?

On a side note everyone still tells me that me and Meghanraye are boyfriend/girlfriend (though she's in denial). A lot of people ask me if I'm still "going out" with her. I tell them I haven't been "going out" with her. They get angry at me.
Meghanraye's friends seem to say the same sort of stuff. Charlie, one of her pseudo-friends (she calls him a sleezeball because he is always trying to get in her pants. Sometimes I think being a woman would be annoying, what with tolerating with so many sex crazed males) once threw out, "Meghanraye, you don't have to be with just Darrel, we could both be your boyfriend!" Sleezeball indeed.
*chuckles*

Meghanraye is a coworker and friend of mine. Just to define her (this sounds like I'm tooting a horn, but I don't want to do that), all the males tell me i'm lucky to be her friend, cuz she's hot (I'm more interested in a person's personality and intelligence, though looks are always a big plus)

Anyway, she gets to wondering about me when I don't call her/talk to her/plan an activity and stuff with her, so i suppose we may be unofficially in that sort of relationship.

But I don't want to be in a relationship with Meghanraye. I'm at a point in my life where everything is just volatile. She's a terrific friend and I don't want to jeapordize that. So I hope everything stays where it is at right now.

Anyway, back to the ushering.
Ross was there! Ross is this genius kid (not as genius as Paul, but quite up there) that was in my college algebra a long time ago (on a side note, I've taken college algebra 3 times. Passed it with flying colors the first, failed it the second. Passed it the third. The professor of #2 time was an *ahem* ass. only 1 person passed his class, and only cuz he liked him. Ross was in #3 time). Apparently, Ross's brother is a genius when it comes to the piano (I hope to be good at the piano some day, though I just want to be good at everything. Never gonna stop), so I saw Ross there. I hope to befriend him soon, since I waved at him and smiled at the performance...

This town is too small.

I clean house tomorrow, so the carpet cleaner can clean it even more so I can move.

Erin, why don't you download and install mozilla rather than use Internet Explorer for blogging? Might save you from a crash. Or, you could always use MS Word, which'll save it every n seconds

I like mozilla. Ooh, so tired. My head hurts. Man, this blog seems rather pessimistic and depressing. Can't win them all, i suppose.
Overrall, I'm still feeling really good about everything. NIGHT!
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