Michael R. Barrick's blog

I can't decide if I want to go out tonight. I was out last night until dawn with Trish and Kim and had a lot of fun so do I really want to go out again tonight? I didn't get much accomplished today except for going to the bank again to put an end to my ongoing problems (yet somehow I don't think they are over), had some munchies at the Vine Yard, went to the grocery store, then came back here and puttered at things like fixing my shoe.

My commute is the best part of my working day. This almost makes up for sitting a cubicle for 40 hours a week:

I'm even more bored than usual at the moment. I'm running these brutally

slow routines to update the corporate directory. Apparently this a regular

thing that has to be done every pay period. This is so lame. I have a

nibble for a much more interesting job in Toronto and have my first

telephone interview a week Monday. It's for a digital post-production

company, which would be a little more interesting than a bank. I am hating

banks in general lately. A few minutes ago I ran across the street to cash

I just looked at my banking and, no surprise, it's still FUBAR'd. The "replacement" cheque for the that was dated May 15th but cashed on May 4th had bounced because the mistakenly processed post-dated cheque has not been returned yet, now twenty days later. So it's going to be off to the bank again on Saturday to have this latest NSF fee reversed.

I'm kind of looking forward to screaming at the student loan people who have inevitably called about this latest bounced cheque. This one is completely their fault. Bastards one and all.

My brain is fried. I didn't get enough sleep last night (my fault) and now I can't concentrate and everything is bugging me. I'm looking at a bunch of numbers trying to figure out why totals on some sales reports don't match and I don't give a shit about it. This is way, way too dry. My enthusiasm for this job is a low point just now. I like this city, but I'm not sure spending eight hours a day in this pen cubicle is worth it. Things are going absolutely nowhere with Ivana and I have no prospects.

My walk to work was particularly pleasant this morning. There was a wonderful smelling briny breeze blowing across the Granville bridge. If I hadn't left a bit late this morning I would have hung around at the apex of the bridge just to breathe it in for a while. Then, as I reverse negotiated a shortcut I reconnoitered yesterday's walk home I discovered an absolutely stunning vista.

This is the funniest thing I've seen since Bill Gate's "640 K" quote:

"Computer games don't affect kids; I mean if Pac-Man affected us as kids, we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, munching magic pills and listening to repetitive electronic music."

- Kristian Wilson, Nintendo, Inc, 1989

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I forgot to mention this. It occurred to me walking to work this morning. There was this woman wearing a DKNY t-shirt. Sorry, ma'am, but just because it says DKNY and it cost you $75 doesn't mean it still isn't fucking underwear with an ad on it. Like those four letters make it chic. They just make it stupid. Could have just as easily pinned three $20 bills to the front of a good-quality $15 blank t-shirt for the same effect.

Just because something is expensive does not mean it is in good taste.

So we got free ice cream at work today. Woo-hoo - sugar rush right before walking home. Today was such a great day to walk, except for the evil revenge of "Song in Your Head Boy" - of all the dumb things to get stuck in my head on the way home I had "I have spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle\as I go walking merrily along"!! Pure, self-induced torture that was.

Blah. I'm sleepy today. I've got two hours to go and I have pretty much run out of steam. The stuff I was working on this morning was interesting but now I've just got dull stuff to do. I can't wait to go home and finish off the leftover Chinese food from last night along with a pint of Guinness.

Oringinal post: http://mbarrick.livejournal.com/25728.html