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| July 26th, 2005 Evening Update: I'm just adding a few comments at the top here to eliminate the possibility of being accused of posting too often. Actually, there isn't much to add. I was hoping I could make a big announcement about updating the quotes page, but I could only remember one quote. I'm losing my touch. I'll work on it, I promise. I've had two days off and it was very nice. Unfortunately, I have to go back today. Dear God, I really want a new job. Part of the reason I'm so tired of this one is because everyone I work with has become a serious downer. It appears I am not the only one who is unhappy with the job sitch, but I seem to be the only one with any hope for the future. Stacy and I were discussing this yesterday. We agreed it seems like most of these people have no marketable skills they can bank on. Or they are afraid to try anything else. It's tough to see people younger than I am just give up so completely. The argument I hear the most is "Well, no one else will pay like Neiman's does. The money is good here." Hmmm... see, I just don't think that's a good enough reason to stay in a job you hate. I have reconciled myself to the fact that I have to be here so I can pay my bills and keep a roof over my head, but I'm not willing to settle for that. Good Lord! The idea of staying at Neiman's much longer makes me want to cry. I shudder to think about the person I might become if I resigned myself to not reaching for anything else. -- I watched the shuttle launch this morning and it was surprisingly emotional. I remember exactly where I was in 1987 when I heard about the Challenger explosion. We were living in Germany and I had been at the gym with my parents. I think my dad was trying to teach me how to play racquetball, which didn't go well, if I remember correctly. Anyway, we were pulling into the driveway and the news report came on AFN. I'm not sure I really knew what it meant at the time. But in the following weeks, it became clear. The story was everywhere and the tragedy was so much worse because of the civilians that died! See, I've always had a bit of a problem with stuff like that. The tragedy of someone losing their life is not lessened by their occupation. Being a "civilian" and dying in a situation where "non-civilians" also die, does not qualify you for more sympathy or tears. Whoa, that sort of went somewhere unexpected. Anyway, I was in Nashville when the Columbia broke apart over Texas. So, this time, I was a bit nervous, and I found myself a bit choked up during the launch. -- If you ever want to occupy your mind and fingers for an interminable amount of time, take several sets of windchimes, put them in a box, shake vigorously and then try to untangle the stupid things. I spent almost an hour on mine and I still have two that might never be separated. Knowing me, I'm sure I'll spent many more hours trying to separate them before I pull out a pair of scissors. Ok, it's time to start getting ready for work. I have a late shift today. I really need a new job. |