Thursday, November 15, 2007

The World According to El Chupacabra

When we left our intrepid hero…
Mr. Chupacabra has been rising very early and attending basketball practice. This morning was not different, except that my lovely and talented wife had to be out of the house extra-special early. If you have ever run into El Chupacabra or the lovely and talented wife in the morning, you would know that speaking or even breathing with bad breath is a capital crime. The idea of both of them having to share a bathroom at 5 in the morning…Holly F-ing crap!

As you might guess the yelling functioned as an excellent alarm clock for the rest of the house and soon the scene was joint by the Idiot husband and Mr. Helpless, El Chupacabra’s brother.

Well, as the lovely and talented wife had to be out of the house on time and El Chupacabra had b-ball, I (albeit so very wrongly) figured things would be fine. I was up early enough to make coffee, breakfast, pack a lunch and dinner for class tonight and still have time to do the 3xS’s.

I was just about to speak with El Chupacabra about using my razor when he left the house and the Mrs. Exited about 3 minutes later.

So things were quiet?

Not really.

I was just getting out of the shower. I heard the raised voices of El Chupacabra and Totally Helpless fighting. Not wanting to have any further yelling and “negative energy” roaming the house, plus I still wanted to speak to El Chupacabra about my razor, I opened the door.

Here is where my morning crashed through the police barricades and careening into the presidential motorcade.

El Chupacabra informed me that he did not have a razor. Lovely and talented Mrs. reportedly told him to just use somebody else’s razor, like helpless’s, but mine was the only one available. This goes a long way to answering the question of why I have been going through razorblades about 4x faster than I should be. As El Chupacabra uses anew blade every time shaves, I now have great insight to the problem.

I asked El Chupacabra in a clam and very friendly tone to please stop using my razor, but that is a different story. What is important is that El Chupacabra asked me for a ride to school for not only him, but his friend. When my time schedule failed to meet his needs he then told me that the front door was open and Timmy (my blond cat) may be missing.

Of course, Timmy was missing! I was also informed that El Chupacabra needed to leave. He did add that he was sorry for leaving the door open (well somewhat sorry).

I am left, half-dressed, needing to find my cat.

The good news is that Timmy was found after a 40-minute search.

Mr. Helpless came out and brought me a flashlight, which I did not ask for, but it was still nice. I woke up my son, who told me that Timmy was not in his room and I should turn off the light and be quiet.

That brings me to the beginning of my 16-hour day. I had no time to: brush my teeth, use anti-perspirant, gel my hair, eat breakfast, make coffee, pack a lunch, pack a dinner, find my Rx for my glucose meter. Lots of great fun!

I am very glad that El Chupacabra could make it to b-ball practice. I would be elated if I thought for one minute he would learn teamwork, sportsmanship, cooperation, or any kind of wholesome values, but he won’t. The fact that he totally missed the boat on the Timmy is outside thing is just what chaps my a$$ so badly.

Yes, you should tell an adult when you make this kind of mistake. You should (without a doubt) own the problem and accept responsibility. You CAN NOT just do that and then walk away. In doing so you don’t own the problem and have no consequences for your actions.

What he should have done was be late to basketball practice and helped to find the cat. El Chupacabra should have been concerned enough to want to know where the family pet was. Of course, he is not healthy enough for that, but the frightening thing is that he not only thinks he is perfectly healthy, he thinks the rest of the world has a serious problem for thinking about this stuff.

It’s nothing 30 years in prison wouldn’t cure (well, ok…how about make a small improvement? No? Ok, how about keep the rest of use safe?)

Saturday, November 3, 2007

SUCKS don't it?

I did nothing at work yesterday.
I tried.
I put on the headphones and turned up the music.
I tried to block off my cube.
I didn't answer foolish Instant Messages or join in the Reindeer Games.

but I was so out of place that it still didn't work.

I did have to help a new co-worker with her stuff, so I did do a few things, but overall a total loss.

Now I don't want to write up my homework or study for my test(s). I just want to play Guitar Hero III, watch movies (Kill Bill Vol. 1 and 2) and just hang out at the house.

As I am now at the Coffee House and unpacked, there should be no reason to not be working, but guess what I am on this stupid blog trying to motivate myself.

Sucks to be me.
Well back to it.

Friday, November 2, 2007

Burned Out

I find myself a little on the burnt side. I am enjoying classes and I have lots to keep me busy at work, but today nothing is motivating me. My Brain is all over the place and especially does not want to focus on work.

I need to get a few things out the door, but it is just not coming together. I keep going back and forth on if I should try and do something non-work related for a little while and then see if I can get back at this, but I don’t know if I would come back.

My brain is screaming out for a little play time.

1) Guitar Hero III
2) Some RPG Stimulation
3) A Movie or TWO

The real issue is that even if I did all of these things and got caught up on the sleep I am short, I still don’t think I would be in the right state of mind to slog through Risk Assessments.

Well, I will try and find the headphones and lock the neurons into work mode.

Most likely I will be on to something non-productive and never get back to doing real work.
That, in my book, makes me a burnout!

Here is to finding new fuel for Tuesday and enough presence of Mind to do CYA today!