I fell asleep early last night and ended up sleeping for twelve hours or so. Normally I’d be bothered by how much time that takes up, but I was lucky enough to have a bunch of strange dreams in that time, so it wasn’t a complete waste.
First I dreamt that I was back in high school. Not the high school I actually went to, but some made-up dream high school. I didn’t do the work I was supposed to do and the teacher was so disturbed by that that he asked me “What are you?”. Before too long I dropped out and spent the remaining bulk of that dream cleaning out my locker and packing more than two backpacks of goods to take home with me.
After waking up a little bit I fell back to sleep and this time some guy wanted me to meet with him at a local hospital that was apparently located in a mall. I had to take a bus to get there and I was apparently not too interested in actually going to meet this guy. So I was dilly-dallying at the bus stop. Some guy who was going to the same place I was was also there. Across the street from us, waiting for a bus going the opposite direction was Robin Hood. So we were hanging around the bus stops talking when suddenly Robin Hood warns us about something. We turn around and see a bunch of flying horses heading our way. The dream used some sort of cutaway to a scrapbook to introduce me to the people riding the horses, a group of celebrities, plus the guy who wanted me to meet up with him. It seems he had somehow detected my lack of desire to meet with him (and it seems the celebrities were part of that meeting) so he was now out to kill me and the other guy at the bus stop. We both ran down the sidewalk and I’m pretty sure Robin Hood got trampled when the horses swooped in for us. There was some sort of cabinet on the sidewalk and me and my fellow runner tried to hide in it. That’s pretty much it.
I’ve heard that you can tell a lot about someone from their shoes. On the bus home today, I saw this guy whose shoes had both laces and velcro. The laces were tied but the velcro straps were hanging open. I don’t know what that is supposed to tell me about that guy.
As for my own shoes, I have two pairs. My steel-toes ones, black and all beat-up and stuff. And my other ones, black but with cool bright green laces. What does that tell you about me? I couldn’t begin to guess. I think whoever made that saying was an expert on shoes. He’d be able to tell minor things that a layman like myself cannot, and a moron like yourself also cannot.
For the record, my current work schedule is supposed to be Wednesday, Thursday and Friday day shifts, night shifts on Saturday and Sunday and Monday and Tuesday off. Now, while this Tuesday I had to work, I generally have been doing well with this schedule.
Okay, I just officially announced this thing on the “Parent Company Website.” That means, I’ll have to figure out how I’m doing the Articles here soon. But not too soon, because I have to go to work. Which I’m not loving.
Haiku!
Robot from the Mars.
He can fly and hover a bit.
I wish he my friend.
Though Marq, my roommate, and I don’t pay for cable, we seem to get the channel Global in perfectly clear. Marq says he hates their news. I can’t remember what they play. I know the Simpsons are on there and the Daily Show isn’t. Hmmmm. I guess I’ll continue not caring.
This is something I’ll be bringing up pretty regularly, so I’ll go into detail this time. I don’t want to go to work today. See, for a living, I run machinery that puts together the local newspaper. Most significantly is the adding of fliers to the paper, like for grocery stores and stuff. I don’t particularly enjoy doing it.
It’s not just the fact that I find it boring. Nor the fact that I find it pointless. It isn’t just that I wish I didn’t have to do menial tasks to pay rent and it isn’t just my un-capitalistic opinions against the stores I advertise for. It’s not just that I work several days and several nights each week leaving my body no time to get on a regular schedule and it isn’t just that a few months ago the company moved way outside the city making it hard for me to get to and from work. And it isn’t just the sheer amount of redundant paperwork that has to be done each day, nor the multiple supervisors who want so badly to save money that they don’t care about anything but money. It’s not the coworkers who think they’re too good to work hard, so they don’t but we can’t fire them because we need the staff, and it’s not the depressing coworkers who think the job is actually significant and have in one case even told their spouse that the job is more important that spending time with them. It’s not even just the coworkers who actually want to make themselves look more important and do so by blaming anything that goes wrong on someone else, creating all sorts of arguments among the higher-ups that I’m required to pretend to care about. And it isn’t just the fact that I’m nearing four years at a job that I don’t want and seeing my life in no better place for it. And it isn’t just the large amount of time I spend in preparing for work, going to work, being at work, returning at work and wishing I didn’t have to go to work again. No, it’s all that stuff put together. That’s why I don’t want to go to work.
Why haven’t I quit? Well, I used to go through jobs at about six-months a piece. And about that many months into this job was when my first promotion thing kicked in. And since then I’ve had promotions and raises at semi-regular intervals keeping me willing to see it out a bit longer. And now that I have to pay rent, I’ve fallen into the trap that all of us find ourselves in because of society’s economic basis. If I were to get another job, I probably wouldn’t be making as much, so I might as well stick where I’ve got security and cash.
This is one of the top three reasons I have an empty, unhappy soul. WHOOO!
This is the Book of PDR, and I, Patrick D Ryall, am its author. This is where I’m branching out of my parent website, Contains 2!, to focus more on important things, such as myself. I’ll be moving my Articles from there to here once I figure out exactly how I want to go about that. I’ll have something better to say when I officially start this thing up.
