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pseydtonneThere are a couple of listy-things going around right now. One of these I could fill out, but right now I can't concentrate long enough to finish. I don't have the explicit rules to the other one, but it's funnier: I think you gather sentences from advertisements or random passages and insert your name in place of the subject. I suspect there may be more to it, like how long you have to gather lines or how you find them. If any of you fine folks could fill me in, I'd be in your debt.
Speaking of debt, I got a boost from my gracious aunt. Her check arrived one day before my first paycheck from AT&Love. I am
...low on dough that I will kill my entire lunch break tomorrow driving out to my credit union so I can deposit it and turn more than half of it into cash. After work, I plan to put about $10 in gas into the car (I haven't been above half a tank in a couple months). Next I'm going to get some kind of pre-cooked, greasy meal (slices of pizza with meatball, for example). After that, I plan to buy a bunch of groceries, such as breakfast cereal, coffee and things I can cook. Then I'll curl up with a couple sysadmin books and think about the other sysadmin book I plan to buy in a couple weeks.
I'm supposed to be working on my cousin's computer right now. Notice, good friend, that I ain't. I wore myself out cooking dinner -- I cooked mushrooms with random spices (ginger, by the way, loves a mushroom), then made a mushroom sauce with some leftover wine, then slapped these 90 minutes of work into a bowl of rice and barely paused to breathe. I still have plenty leftover for my cousin to eat and enough for me to eat as lunch tomorrow.
My new place of work has a crummy mess hall (I can't even call it a cafeteria). The main woman at the counter is surly unless Brazil has just won a game. I ordered a cheeseburger that resembled charcoal. I gave them the benefit of the doubt and ordered another one on a different day -- still a lump. They want $1.16 for a large, poorly-brewed coffee. Since I just spent nine months at a dotcommish place, I have become spoiled for free caffeine injections. Paying for The Nutrient Upper has led me to brew a pot before work, a savings of dollars and taste buds. I have also realized that I can eat better when I cook for myself the night before.
I've had a lot of experience this week with nutrition's affect on mental state. If you're hungry, higher thought is twisted at best, typically impractical. Bad thinking comes from desperation. When I am sated, I am capable of all sorts of things. When I constantly a little hungry from skipping a little of everything in my meals or also skipping meals, I am a character screaming for rescue. I didn't even f*ck up in the process of getting so hungry -- I worked every day, but I wasn't making enough. Underemployment is probably crippling a lot of minds brighter than mine the way it messed with mine.
I like my new job so far. I enjoy my coworkers' company. I enjoy being paid to learn stuff I already know. Still, I have an unpaid task that I'm doing kinda slowly: fixing my cousin's computer. I'm trying to recall and research enough old DOS commands to build a boot floppy that will read a CD-ROM drive. Windows 95 is such fun...
-in the same way rat poison is, Ps/d
Speaking of debt, I got a boost from my gracious aunt. Her check arrived one day before my first paycheck from AT&Love. I am
...low on dough that I will kill my entire lunch break tomorrow driving out to my credit union so I can deposit it and turn more than half of it into cash. After work, I plan to put about $10 in gas into the car (I haven't been above half a tank in a couple months). Next I'm going to get some kind of pre-cooked, greasy meal (slices of pizza with meatball, for example). After that, I plan to buy a bunch of groceries, such as breakfast cereal, coffee and things I can cook. Then I'll curl up with a couple sysadmin books and think about the other sysadmin book I plan to buy in a couple weeks.
I'm supposed to be working on my cousin's computer right now. Notice, good friend, that I ain't. I wore myself out cooking dinner -- I cooked mushrooms with random spices (ginger, by the way, loves a mushroom), then made a mushroom sauce with some leftover wine, then slapped these 90 minutes of work into a bowl of rice and barely paused to breathe. I still have plenty leftover for my cousin to eat and enough for me to eat as lunch tomorrow.
My new place of work has a crummy mess hall (I can't even call it a cafeteria). The main woman at the counter is surly unless Brazil has just won a game. I ordered a cheeseburger that resembled charcoal. I gave them the benefit of the doubt and ordered another one on a different day -- still a lump. They want $1.16 for a large, poorly-brewed coffee. Since I just spent nine months at a dotcommish place, I have become spoiled for free caffeine injections. Paying for The Nutrient Upper has led me to brew a pot before work, a savings of dollars and taste buds. I have also realized that I can eat better when I cook for myself the night before.
I've had a lot of experience this week with nutrition's affect on mental state. If you're hungry, higher thought is twisted at best, typically impractical. Bad thinking comes from desperation. When I am sated, I am capable of all sorts of things. When I constantly a little hungry from skipping a little of everything in my meals or also skipping meals, I am a character screaming for rescue. I didn't even f*ck up in the process of getting so hungry -- I worked every day, but I wasn't making enough. Underemployment is probably crippling a lot of minds brighter than mine the way it messed with mine.
I like my new job so far. I enjoy my coworkers' company. I enjoy being paid to learn stuff I already know. Still, I have an unpaid task that I'm doing kinda slowly: fixing my cousin's computer. I'm trying to recall and research enough old DOS commands to build a boot floppy that will read a CD-ROM drive. Windows 95 is such fun...
-in the same way rat poison is, Ps/d
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Date: 2002-06-28 02:30 am (UTC)Mushrooms and ginger... mmm. mushrooooms.
I find that I'm miserable if I'm hungry, too. Also, I'm overall more happy when I eat lots of small meals rather than a few huge ones. Just me and my idiosyncratic stomach.