President-Elect OBAMA!

Yes, I am a little late in posting. Sorry. I've been quite busy. But I am so happy to be saying "President-Elect Obama!"
I can't wait to see how we fare in the world in the years to come!

So,....

Any ideas yet? I'm waiting for a good get rich quick scheme! Haven't you been paying attention??!

I need something...

I need to find a new job.
I'm tired.
I can't wait for this day to be over.
I might just walk out and put work on hold indefinitely.
I need something.

Yes. That, and some moolah. And a bit of lazy time.

I finally got registered to vote today!

I've been trying so hard to get myself registered, but the stupid pdf file registration form kept printing off with the text all encoded in some weird way. So, it ended up looking like I had written it in a combination of Russian and Wingdings. But oh well. I got it printed properly and in the mail. Now all I need is for Dell to finally refund my money so I can get my account fixed up. ...That is, if JP Morgan Chase doesn't have some stupid problem with rescinding my overdraft fees like Wamu told me they would. I'm gonna be so fucking pissed off if this stupid ass crap messes with my money. I shouldn't get fucked over just because Washington Mutual execs are incredibly irresponsible. I can't believe I'm still working through all this Dell crap, though. Their customer service is just uncannily awful.

Okay, bye.

Oh, and my adsense made about a buck fifty today! That's 45 bucks a month if it happens consistently! Pretty nifty! I wonder if I could make more...

So, I had to open my ravioli with a hammer...

Today, I brought some ravioli in a can to work and I forgot to bring a can opener. I thought it was just one of the tops that had a pull ring on it, but I was wrong. I spent most of the morning staring at my computer, pretending to type, and thinking of different ways I could get my food open. Could I use a spoon? My keys? Could I bang it against the counter until it came apart? Well, none of those ideas sounded so great to me, so instead, I grabbed the hammer out of the tool kit (good thing I'm Inventory Manager, or I wouldn't have even thought of that.) I took it downstairs to the building's break room so my own coworkers wouldn't think I was a nutcase. Luckily, the room was empty and I was free to hack away at the can with the nail-remover side of the hammer. That thing dug in like a pickaxe! It was awesome! But then I heard some footsteps and I had to hurry and clean up my mutilated can before someone called the local mental health institution. I was a little creeped out by myself standing there, in the corner by the microwave, wiping the red stains off my hammer. In retrospect, I'm sure that made me all the more conspicuous to the confused onlookers, but oh well. And people just KEPT coming in! I NEVER see anyone in that break room because most of the business suites in the building have their own kitchenette areas. It was just my luck that I had to look like a freak in front of half the building.
Anyway, that was pretty funny. I felt like a moron, but the only person who actually said something to me about it was the girl I rode the elevator with. She seemed somewhere in between amused that I had a hammer and a broken can of ravioli, and frightened that I might be an insane man with a dangerous weapon.
So, let this be a lesson: If you are ever near a guilty-looking individual with red stains on the cuffs of his shirts and he's carrying a dirty hammer, don't automatically judge him. He might just be hungry and broke for the week.

I believe in something!

I was recently dragged through two stores at the mall the other day, and I wanted to shoot myself the entire time. The first was a little Hot Topic rip-off store with an adult twist that played screamo the entire time, and the other was Hot Topic itself, which, ...always plays screamo (although, you'd be hard-pressed to find someone who likes the music in there and actually refers to it by that title.)
Now, the first store really gave me high-hopes. When we walked in, David Bowie's Fashion started playing. That was a nice surprise. But some time while looking through the quirky halloween costumes, the beer pong playset, and the erotic novelties, things had become much worse and much more pathetic. The singer was screaming something that I was completely unable to understand, and, incredibly enough, his loud, moronic voice was drowned out by the simple guitar power chords and high hat drum slamming.
....In order to keep this short, let's just say Hot Topic was nothing too dissimilar.

So, I've set up a petition here:

Give Peace!

It shows that we are in favor of ear plugs being handed out at the door to any of these places. If you walk into a store and someone's playing My Chemical Romance, you should be able to kindly accept the ear plugs from the nearby short girl with the choppy haircut and fake thick-rimmed eyeglasses.

So...

I wish there were some sort of Monster.com-ish thing for people who want to write stuff. I want to write stuff. Better yet, there should be some Monster.com-ish thing for writers and it should be primarily directed toward me.

That would be nice.