an island

Well, the party at Link’s house wasn’t that bad. We had BBQ and jammed down despite my not bringing my drums over. Link’s gf had bought a box of kid’s instruments (kazoos, whistles, wooden knockers, etc) and we filled in background with the guitars and singing. Rooster and Shutter were there playing Link’s bongo drums, and Link pulled out Shutter’s bass guitar and started playing. Val who had been in all week from Maine with with her ex gf (practically all of Val’s friends are ex gf’s) and daughter was singing and playing guitar with daughter on the violin. Martha showed up without Dino in tow which was a relief but I still got cornered in the kitchen by Mike.

You just cannot have a conversation with Mike without him trying to get under your skin.

Mike: So, why are you off FB?

I just need a break from social media for a while. I want to focus on interviewing and trying to find a new job.

What kind of job are you looking for?

I’m looking for a project manager position with other companies.

I heard you completed that project management course are you certified?

No, I still need to study and take the test.

Oh, yeah you’ll need that if you’re going to get a project manager job.

I just looked at Mike. I mean, I’ve been a PM probably longer than he had been an attorney. I will have no problem finding another pm job it just has to be the right fit. But, this is the type of shit Mike always says in a conversation. I decided it wasn’t worth arguing. Thankfully, Rooster and Shutter came walking in to save me and I broke away from Mike to hug them.

I’ve just decided that I’m just not going to let anyone get under my skin. I’m just going to walk away and chill out when someone is trying to make me upset. I am an island surrounded by sharks and no one can get to me. I’m going to end this with a video of Rooster singing a song that perfectly describes what I’m talking about.



end of the week chex mix

I’m just trying to get through this week. The closer it gets to Friday the better. Tonight, we’re supposed to go over to Link’s for a jam party with the Maine folk. Everyone is invited, too. Initially, I was thinking I was going to haul my drum kit over there for the jam but now I’m thinking not. I’m not confident enough of my drumming skills to display myself to Dino and Mike who are going to be there so I’m not even going to deal with their scrutiny. Charlie and I are just going to go and hang for a bit and then call it an early night because it’s a school night.

Yesterday was a good day for a lot of reasons I will go in to later. I came home in higher spirits for once. Charlie and I were sitting out on the porch talking about our music calendar. We wanted to see this artist at Edie’s on Saturday for the early show. I went in to call the box office and I was told they only had one ticket left. I asked the woman on the phone if she could possibly slip in one more and she asked if it was ok to put me on hold. I said, Sure. She came back on to say she was able to get us both in. So, we’re seeing this chick on Saturday:

anti-social media

I recently decided to go on a social media and texting sabbatical for at least a month. After that announcement on FB, Charlie received several messages on her FB asking why I was doing that. And, instead of saying, What do you care? We never hear from you anyway, she just politely explained that I needed a break for a while to focus -which, many didn’t understand that line of reasoning.  Those I took to not understand that reasoning I put in the category of those who don’t find it important enough to find time in their busy schedules to catch up with friends and replace real friendships with social media. Because, texting and FB are all they have time for outside their busy schedules.
And, why is anyone surprised by this? The original creator of FB was known to have a human interaction deficiency.  Now that makes perfect sense – FB is meant to replace real human relations with a computer screen and internet connection.  
I’ve also realized that texting has taken the place of real communication. Have you ever had situations where you were trying to just get a simple answer out of someone or just rely a bit of information and it got so misconstrued that you didn’t know which way was up? I have. Try reading some of those texting bloopers -which, always makes me cry some of them are so funny – but, aside from texting my wife during that day while I’m at work (because the whole office can hear me talk on the phone and I don’t want them to hear, This place sucks) outside of that I’ve just been telling people to coordinate with my wife if they need something or -pick up the phone and call me.
The other day we dropped off weights we were selling to Link. This in itself was another reason I stopped texting was just seeing the amount of messages that went unanswered from Charlie inquiring if she was going to come get them. When did she think she was coming to get them? Hello? To finally a reply from Link saying, Oh, I don’t have time to come get them can you bring them over….. So, special delivery of a weight set was made to Link’s place on Saturday. The minute we walked in the first thing out of her and her gf’s mouths were, How come the FB/text sabbatical? Again, I let Charlie explain it. My explanation would have started out with, Why not? I never get any messages or replies from y’all anyway.
I realize people are busy. I do. But, you aren’t the only busy one, I want to say, but I’ll take time out of my busy day to talk to you [on the phone] but it has to go both ways. I don’t think people get that. Case in point when we left Links they said they’d let us know if they wanted to get together that week and that they’d text Charlie to let us know. Whatever. It probably will be a no if it’s during the week because Charlie and I have a really hard time going out on a school night anymore with all the work stress we have going. We’re trying to manage and minimize our stress(es) outside of work and there’s more to life than updating on FB. We could be tossing a ball to the dogs, listening to music or even planning our 2016 music calendar which we did a little of last night. We could be cooking, I could be studying (I really need to start that) or redoing my resume’ for the 100th time.
Now this in no way is meant to include my friends from overseas (you know who you are) or certain family members that I really, really don’t want to talk to or a friend who is out-of-state that we’re just trying to coordinate times/locations to meet to verbally catch up. None of those people are included in this. It’s mostly the local ones that you never hear from. It seems like the ones nearby are the farthest away for some reason. But, that’s ok – like I said, there’s a ton of other things that I should and could be doing instead of posting on FB or waiting for someone to text me back. So far so good! 

winter bluez

I’m so over things lately.

I’m off today to go to court for my stupid auto accident I had in December right before Christmas. This accident has set us back so we’ve been struggling a little with bills and so forth. That in itself really frustrates me. To feel that I work hard to support my family with the thought that my work is putting me through all kinds of stress for not near what I’m being paid for it to be worth it. (70-80k would be worth it but I’m nowhere near that)

And, work is another thing. There are few people that I work with that I like and call my friends -Antonio, Miguel, Julio – they have fictional Spanish names even though only one of them is Spanish. Notice they’re all guys, too. I don’t get along with most of the women in the department. Most everyone else I work with are @ssholes, including my direct manager and the bosses above him. My direct – let’s call him Richard does whatever he wants, has no projects and really no responsibility except to micro-manage us. Which, he does because that’s the only way he thinks to manage. He’s going to eventually run his whole team off – hopefully, I will be the first to go. I want to go. I’ve been interviewing my @ss off lately. So much that he’s becoming suspicious of my frequent days out of the office. I’m hoping I’m done for a while and can just wait for some offers to come in. I really hope so, too.

So, yesterday we have our stupid office meeting that lasts all afternoon. This is the meeting where other departments come in and tell us about how important their job is but why it’s important that we do their job for them. Because my department, my job we do everything for everybody because our department head is a control freak and has made it so everything comes through us. So, you can imagine the workload on all of us. Despite all this we have to sit in a meeting all afternoon and listen to needless shit while more work piles up. That in itself is frustrating. Afterwards, I had a meeting with the department head to show me a project that will become mine – heading up 1,000 cement plants and new construction (I made that up but you get the gist of how large the project is) and I’m sitting there thinking, I could give a shit about your cement plants, you can shove them up your ass. I’ll be dead before these ever get built.

So, after my big cement plant meeting I reminded Richard that I was going to be out of the office the next day. Even though I had put this on my calendar and asked for it off in advance he acted like this was the first time he’d heard about it. I wanted to say, You aren’t my daddy, I don’t have to ask you for time off that I have accumulated over 5 years with the company.

“Ok, well you’ve been out of the office quite a bit these past few weeks…….”

Yeah, f*ck you, it’s none of your business, I wanted to say. But, instead, “I have something to take care of that I can’t reschedule. It’s personal.”  Why I took personal leave time. And, I’m not about to tell you, @sshole, that I’m going to court…..

“Ok, then.”

Shortly after that he picked up his bag and said something about going home to his baby girl and the new girl on our team went, “Awwwww!” I threw up in my mouth a little.

Soon as I was assured he was in the deck and pulling out, I left.  I stopped to get gas on the way home and accidentally bought some sour plum Saison instead of the malty amber that has a similar red and white can. I didn’t realize this until I got home and poured it into a glass and it foamed up and ran over. I took a look at the can and said, Fuck! I’d paid $12 for that damn six-pack. Just my luck that day. I was determined to drink one and like it. I drank one but the jury’s still out. In fact, I made Charlie try it last night and she spit it out and said it tasted like vomit. Wonderful.

After choking that down I opened a lite beer. Much better. Charlie pulled up. We were supposed to go meet Martha and Dino for Fat Tuesday at the Mexican pub up the street. We hadn’t seen Martha for a while and needed to catch up. Dino had recently asked her hand in marriage and we hadn’t had a chance to congratulate them.

I admit Dino gets the HELL on my nerves…….on a good day. He works at the cement plant and acts all Fred Flinstone-ish. Like, I’m da MAN and this is ma WO-MAN! Kinda thing. I hate it to be honest. And, of course Dino has to rule the conversation. It’s not lost on me that Dino works in the plant and I build plants and that he has some inferiority complex over that and feels he has to brag about everything and act a know-it-all. He had to go on and ON about Martha’s ring and how much money he spent on it and nothings too good for my little hunny-bunny. I looked down at our modest rings and thought, at least ours are titanium -like we are. Not some decorative non-sense that the stone will fall out the first time she goes out to slop the hogs.

So, you get it and I really didn’t need that that night because of the day I’d had. I went home and cried afterwards to Charlie that I felt like I was never going to find a job. She reminded me that I cried about this two years ago and I got a job. I agreed. I know I didn’t make a mistake. I could not even imagine being at my former job. But, it’s time to move on. I really wished that Charlie and I had blown the Flintstones off and gone to the Tequila bar instead. I could have used that more than that stupid plum Saison – can you even imagine me drinking that? No, me neither. I would hope y’all would know me by now to know that’s not my drink. I wished that it could have been just Charlie and I sitting at the bar toasting our night out and saying, F-our bosses.

And, I know this is a really long post but that brings up another thing. I think I’m over most of our friends (and, probably not the ones reading this post). Especially, after the Super Bowl party. Some didn’t even RSVP. Some RSVP’d yes and didn’t show and didn’t even send a text to say, Sorry we can’t make it. Then, some showed up and got the hell on my nerves. Like Dino and Martha’s friends Mike and Sally. Like Dino, Mike is a know-it-all, too. He’s the authority on everything and when the two of them are in the room they are always knocking chests like cave men and slugging back beers. Mike is one of Dino’s best friends, in fact, he’s going to be Dino’s best man in the wedding. Charlie and I had cooked for twenty plus and only ten had showed up so we had to freeze a bunch of leftovers despite both Mike and Dino putting away two plates of food and making sure they took the rest of their six packs home with them when they left the party.

Some of the people I really wanted to see – didn’t show. Some never even answered their texts asking if they were coming or what they were up to. That is on the list of things that I’m over, too. And, people wonder why just Charlie and I go out together and never invite anyone. It’s because we’re tired of inviting people and getting no response or having to put up with the likes of Dino and Mike.

We’d rather drink alone…..and not Plum Saison for crying out loud.



super bowl 50 chex mix

I’m sorry I haven’t written for so long. I kept hoping the next time I wrote I could say that I had a new job and how great it was gonna be. But no. It seems like it’s going to take some more time for the universe to make that happen.

Things have been such a stressful grind lately between work and interviewing. I need a break for awhile. I hate to complain but I really feel that my job has taken over my life and made it a heck of a lot more stressful. I won’t even get in to my boss(es) on here. But, remember Noel? Yeah, it’s like that. Why is it so hard for people to be NICE? It’s like this:


I really do feel like I’m becoming one, too. I have to get out!

In the meantime, Charlie and I are having a Super Bowl party and, no, the skanks ladies from last year arn’t coming this year and good thing because I was going to say on the invitation:

This years Super Bowl 50 party sponsored by: 


and NOT: 


So, Charlie and I will be grocery shopping and cooking to prepare. I’m going to enjoy it while I can because next week it’s back to the grind unless I hear otherwise.