Yesterday started off with a little scare, but ended with a high note. I have an alert setup on my checking account to tell me when I am under $100. I got the alert around 4:30am and oh joy, -$14. It was because one of my autopays essentially hit the same time my paycheck hit. They covered the bill, but charged me $25 for it. Fuckers. I did pay all my other bills though which felt good. I am cool until the first. That feels nice.
Went off to work and started on my new client. I am not going to lie, it feels good to be useful. I was getting tired of 'training'. I am a hands on person and need to be doing something, not watching videos or reading guides. I don't learn effectively in that manner. Anyway, I ran a couple of meetings, established a project plan, finished the kickoff deck, and left the client a voicemail trying to set a time for the kickoff. They are east coast and by the time I got all the info I needed it was 6pm their time. She just left me a message at 5:30am my time. This is going to be fun.
After work, headed home and the kid and I went to the fair!! We met friends and had a blast. There were about six of us and we stuffed our faces full of fried food (which I am paying for this morning, trust me) and rode the rides until we were nauseous. So much fun!! I won her a fuzzy cow at the midway games and got to pet a llama!! Just a fun wholesome night. No booze, no stupidity, no nothing but spending time with friends and being silly. Just what I needed.
Some people shouldn't be in my present. They deserve to be in the past. But in 2011, there is no past. You're not allowed to grieve anything because nothing actually dies. It just sits there slowly decaying, staring at you with a sinister grin. Sometimes Facebook feels like a museum of my life. I guess I'm just finally getting tired of looking at artifacts. I guess I'm just too sensitive for fucking Facebook.
It was from an article I found and I just felt like it stuck and applied to me. Thought I would share.
Friday, June 17, 2011
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