Getting Canned

I’ve been really slow at work this week. And I was thinking, “isn’t this fabulous”? I thought of all kinds of things I could do at work if I had time like I do now. Oh, surf the net, check my emails, shop, etc. And then it occurred to me that I couldn’t do any of that stuff. I’ve got two big monitors staring everybody in the face as they go by, just what I need… advertise that I’m not busy.

Then I started thinking about getting fired. You know, how when you’re gonna fire someone you kinda stop talking to them, or giving them jobs to do, or looking them in the eye. So, of course, I started recapping my work life to think of whether any of those situations had happened. I decided they hadn’t, so I think I’m not going to be fired. Why they should fire me, I don’t know, I think I’m doing a good job; it’s just a thought that galloped through my head.

Needless to say I’ve gotten caught up with all my stuff – all my stuff that I never have time to do since I’m too busy doing stinking reports every day. It actually feels good to be caught up and I wish the stress levels were always this low.

Next week I’m doing an aptitude test to see whether or not I have the aptitude for programming. I think in a certain sense I do… coding makes sense to me. However, that mathematical part is gonna kill me, so I don’t expect to pass.

This weekend I will spend my time with my snookey trying to explain algebra to me in a way that I can understand it – if that’s possible. I’m the artistic type. I’m the musical type. I’m the organized type who can do math as long as it’s using Excel. I’m not looking forward to spending a weekend trying to grasp this stuff and I may end up giving up and foregoing the test. I’m the type who will quit rather than fail. We’ll see.

Tonight’s The Celebrity Donald where, apparently, Gene Simmons insults The Donald’s daughter (WvTF her name is). I’ve just gotta see what all the insulting is about.