Sounds about right

And here I thought I was having a pleasant day.  Purchased an iPad at a discounted cost, found a strip club $20 on the sidewalk, and was kept busy enough at work to make the day kind of breeze by.  When I left work, I figured I would pick up Jen, be off the hook for dinner with tasty leftovers, and then watch the Braves vs. Yankees game while playing with my dog.

When I got in my car and pulled out of my space, I realized that the tire light was on in my car.  My car has low-profile tires (standard, please), so it wasn’t much of a surprise to me that one or more of them might be having some deflation after the last 17 months.  But still, I don’t like seeing any warning lights on in my car, so I planned on rectifying the air issue when I got home.  The initial cruise test revealed that there was a slight pull to the left, so I figured the low tire was on the driver’s side; normal, since I primarily am the only driver, so there’s always more weight on the left side.

After picking up Jen, I did the cruise test again, and this time, the pull happened to be a bit stronger.  At this point, I made the decision to stop at the next gas station ASAP, since I figure my tires weren’t warm enough to be filling up hot tires yet.  I pull off at a gas station, and I get out of my car, and see that the front driver’s tire is indeed, pretty low.  Surprisingly low.  Unusually lower than I thought it might be.

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Cash therapy

Today, as I was walking down the street to get some lunch, I found a twenty dollar bill on the ground.  Awesome.

This was in front of a strip club.  lol.

Fortunately, it was folded horizontally instead of vertically, so I know that this wasn’t ever at any point wedged into a stripper’s garter belt or vagina, and comes smeared with the herp or chlamydia.  It was probably some asshole taxi driver’s, or some drunk bro’s or something like that.  But mine now.

After deliberating it for the better part of the last few months, I finally purchased an iPad today.  I saw an ebay deal of the day on brand-new iPads, and seeing as how it wasn’t the retail cost of $500, I saw fit to pounce on the deal while it was available, because I missed out on the last time they were available at this price.  Given the fact that I don’t have to pay for shipping or the 8% Georgia sales tax, I think I saved myself about $80.

Hell, add the free strip club twenty, and let’s say I just saved a cool even $100 on an iPad, and even more when I combine all the cash I’ve come upon over the last month from writing, selling old car parts, and selling cheap baseball memorabilia.

Now if only I can really figure out what the heck I’m going to do with this iPad once it comes in, I’d be golden.

One of THOSE posts

Lately, I’ve felt like I’m in a bit of a rut.  I hate to say it, because of how cliche and just how maddeningly sad it sounds, but I think I’m depressed.  Nothing is really making me happy, and I’m not finding enjoyment in the things that normally do bring me enjoyment.  I’ve been lacking in motivation to do things, and even the routine things feel tedious, bothersome, and are things I don’t really want to do.  These are all tendencies that are associated with depression, so I’ve little reason to deny that I just might be depressed.

It’s not that things are absolutely terrible right now with my life or anything, but I just feel like my life isn’t really going anywhere right now.  My job is pretty much day in, day out, go to the gym, wash, rinse, dry, repeat.  I come home, and I don’t quite know what to do sometimes.  Baseball is always an option, but as has been my fluctuating level of enthusiasm over the last three years, it doesn’t always get the job done.  I’m happy that I have a dog again, but these emotions seem to go beyond the point where having a sleeping dog in my lap isn’t always comforting.  I’m on the cusp of dropping a pretty penny on an iPad to give myself an expensive toy to play around with, but I’m already expecting it to not really make me happy or anything.

All I do know is that something ain’t working in my life these days, and I don’t really know how to fix it.

WTFFFFFFFFFFFF????

Subject says it all.  But seriously, what the fuck?  I just had jury duty not too long ago already, and now they want me back again?  What the hell gives?

Is there that much crime in the city that they have that they have already gone through every single person in the Fulton County pool?  Or is it that crooked of a system to where people repeatedly get reeled back in within just months?  At least give me a year or something, this is the third time I’ve gotten jury duty in the last six years, with the last two being within the last 12 months.

Seriously, there are a lot of other fucking retards without jobs out there that can sit in a courtroom and pretend like they’re making a difference, but instead, they drag me back in again, where I’m going to have to spend an entire fucking day sitting in a room full of irate people of all races, equally upset that they’ve been summoned in as well.  You’d think defendants would be against the idea of being judged by the peers that they’ve inconvenienced to where they wouldn’t commit so many stupid crimes.

How people work out at my gym      

During my workout today, I went to the pectoral fly machines.  One of them had a towel draped around it, a notebook, and a big gallon jug of water next to it, but naturally, no actual person on the machine.  The other one was occupied by a black guy wearing a t-shirt with the Easter candy Peeps on it.  Fine, I can roll with the punches, and so I moved on to other things:

  • 3 sets of 25 abdominal crunches
  • 2 sets of 12 reps triceps extensions
  • 2 sets of 15 reps hip adduction
  • 2 sets of 15 reps hip abduction

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How do people get employment?

It’s not like I try to go around my life thinking I’m smarter than everyone else, but when you work with people like this, who can’t get the grasp of correct spelling for pluralizing words, something taught in the second grade, it’s not really trying.

What really gets me is that the instruction is to take the correct spelling of “responsibilities,” and re-spelling it, replacing I-E-S with Y-S.  It’s like, there are occasionally words that I see that I’m not 100% sure on how it’s spelled; typically I’ll use the billion dollar spell-checker, Google, and nail it down.  But even if I didn’t have internet access, I would at least be able to understand the rules of I-E-S versus Y-S.

This is really kind of incredible, but at the same time, I’m not entirely shocked by it, when I think about just how many unqualified, borderline-illiterate people there are that have jobs due to shit like affirmative action, or some other screwy loophole in the system.