vicarz | Jun. 13th, 2008

The "fuck your ipod" experiment of not listening to music and tv every waking hour is utterly failing. It's easy as hell to do, but I find most of the time a song plays in my head on its own (mental ipod). I often don't like the song or wouldn't necessarily choose to listen to it - today's mix is a wavering between the theme song to squidbillies and "Dear Lord, if I do not go to heaven...Tex-as is the closest that I've been" (complete with audience participation, yee-hoo).

Yesterday's shitty workout, showing yes my elbow is utterly fucked and I can hardly do any pressing or pulling (though legs are fine and getting better), was greatly overshadowed by the ... I'll just call it our company picnic. I was talking to the two super hot secretaries from downtown, and they were asking me to help them with the creepy guy in the haiwaiian shirt who was gawking at them - and I leaned on their table. They turned to each other, and then me, saying "Wow, what's up with the muscles!?" BEAM. In the gym, discovered that gay dood (there are several, but this is that one) is stronger than I am. Much.

I uh...love my job again. This scares me. I mean things with the problem boss turned for the better, she's after someone else who is warring with her, she worked so hard so long she's made herself horribly physically ill (and I'll grant, she is not weak), and I'm on top of my cases - the only reason I'm so damn busy is because I'm helping out "the asshole" with a major problem, but I'm back to "I love my job." Why? Not much has changed, the outlook for the future isn't different - it makes me question my own judgment. How can I determine my career choices when my feelings about work vary so widely in such a short period of time?