Domestic Geek

There's going to be an eclipse of the sun today. I love eclipses of all kinds. They're freakin' cool. Unfortunatley, I don't live in an area that will be able to view any part of it.



Bah! The good news, however, is that according to my horoscope, things in my life are going to get better after the eclipse and after Mercury (my ruling planet that has been retrograde) turns direct, all of which is supposed to happen after April 12. Since that is approximately when my new job is supposed to start, things are looking up!

While viewing my counter stats, I found a site linking to me called East Colfax. I'm not quite sure what the point of that site is (except the photolog) but there was a link there to Streets of Pizza by Pizzaman. I love reading sites of pizza drivers. It's comforting to know that I wasn't the only one that put up with all sorts of shit doing that job. He linked to one of my favorite sites ever, Tip the Pizza Guy.com. I'm tempted to get one of those stickers to put on my new car, when I get it that is. That led me on a path of following other driver blogs. I'll have to compile a list someday. Interesting reads.

Well, I'm over $300 short of paying my bills this month. Between the higher cost of gas and making $280 less this March than I made last March for making dough (not to mention that I was also making cash delivering pizzas--I don't think buttmunch had cut my hours yet), I'm slightly screwed. We've got several theories at work as to why sales are sucking so bad. First, our advertising sucks (what little there is of it). Second, our owner raised the prices to be in line with all the major chains. Since our product (and service) isn't as good, people would rather order from them. Third, our carry-out business increased because why pay more and have to wait more when you can get it waaaay cheaper by coming in. Fourth, our area is becoming increasing non-English speaking and our manager refuses to hire anybody that speaks Spanish. Fifth, there is no hockey.

Good news is the screen printers finally called me back and I should be starting there full time in the next couple of weeks. Since I'll be more or less doubling my income (I can't quit pizza just yet), I'll be able to get my bills caught up and get the things I need to start my own business. And a newer car...I really need one of those.

…Rabbit, Rabbit!

If only…

If only and what if and I wish and someday. It came to me this morning while at work that these are my mantras. They are what I hide behind, the excuses I use and why I'm not moving forward in my life. These statements rely on absolutely no effort on my part. As long as I say these things to myself everyday, I'm stuck.

One of my teachers at school used to say there is no such thing as try. You either do or you do not. Unfortunately, I just do not. I don't know what I'm afraid of or why I think I can't. It's not that I'm comfortable where I am. I'm in pain, I'm sad and depressed, I feel like a failure. Maybe I've got some kind of Cinderella sydrome where I believe that if I suffer enough, some handsome prince will come save me and all my dreams will come true.

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So, I just heard a weird popping sound coming from the kitchen. I get up to investigate and there's the pan of eggs on the stove I was boiling...that had totally run out of water...because I had forgotten I started them...over two hours ago! Dumb ass! I don't know if they're salvageable, I'll have to wait and see. I put them to soak in cold water. All I know is it totally smells like burnt pan in here. Ugh!

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.