I don't like Thursdays

I never could quite get the hang of Thursdays.

OK. Not original, I know. But seriously. I think Mr. Adams may have been on to something. It seems like my week absolutely hits the pinnacle of shitty on Thursdays. Consistently.

Last night, SLPTG and I had it out. Redux. K. So, yeah, that’s not really new. It’s pretty much the same old argument, a new wrinkle this time, but similar underlying tones. Am I the only one who sees a pattern here? As long as she gets her way, things are good.

Work. Agh. Work stress has reached an all time high. Things between partner and I are great. Which is good. But, that’s where the good-ness stops. Big time computer problems, no help. Problems submitting the necessary forms (sans fax cover sheet for TPS reports).

When I was full time at the big, ugly blue place, I had Tuesdays off. That’s a beautiful day off. People used to say, “doesn’t it feel like two Mondays.” I’d say, “nope. Feels like two Fridays.”

Maybe I need to implement that again, only modify it slightly. I’m fucking dying here.

-Rusty.

Pizza delivery

Pizza Dude.

It is said, that how you talk to a pizza delivery driver says a lot about you as a person. They say your rudeness or kindness displays more about you and how you feel about yourself than the actual pizza delivery driver.

I agree.

Not just because I have a lot of years in the food business (hey, I had to pay for Grad school somehow).

Too often in our worlds, we become very self-involved, very focused on where we are in our success chart. Comparing ourselves to others. Odious.

Remember. That pizza delivery person was the you of your past. That guy’s busting his ass to become you. YOU. Now live up to it.

-Rusty.