Tuesday, August 03, 2004
Several hours later...
Well... This is not going to be as easy as I thought it would be.
I feel totally inept at this blogging thing, which is a bit disappointing because normally I pick up techie things quickly. I'm having trouble adding a toolbar with links on the side and otherwise personalizing my corner of the World Wide Web.
On to more interesting things.
I am trapped in a diet binge. I started the day with a bag of popcorn for breakfast... shortly followed by a strawberry pop tart, then I had a bag of barbecue Fritos, a Diet Dr. Pepper (can you tell I've just learned how to put links in my posts?) I held off pretty well until 9:00 or so... when I was drawn (partially by those hunger pains that come with exhaustion!) to some tortilla chips, another bag of Pop Tarts and one of my favorite vending machine candies: M&Ms.
Today was a complete falling off of the South Beach AntiCarb wagon.
Oh well. I may have fallen today, but I can get back on. And as they say in my AA meetings, I just have to take each hour at a time.
So. I kind of lied in the previous post when I said I wasn't going to say anything introspective or revealing. In fact, I'm not holding any punches on this first day of my blog. I just dropped my biggest bomb a paragraph ago, and I guess I'm doing alright because you're still reading.
We all have addictions in life, for several years I was very addicted to the party life. Much like my doppelganger Bridget Jones, I drank too much, smoked too much and pretty much did everything else too much.
But a pair of handcuffs and mug shot pretty much changed all that.
I am still at work. Why do I stay here, a place I often revere as hell? Well in the immediate sense of why I'm here, the answer is simple. The bigger picture is a bit more difficult to pinpoint.
As for "now"... Well I'm here because I don't have a computer at home. That's simple. But why do I continue to slave away at a company (just had my 5 year anniversary last month) that pays me well less than I'm worth, grates away at my self esteem and pride and continues to tax my physical and mental well being? Well that's a whole 'nother ball of wax.
This business I work in... it's basically indentured servitude. I can only work here while being under contract, and it's a contract that's totally one sided and where my interests are concerned, not even worth the paper it's written on. My job sometimes makes working as a fry cook at McDonald's sound appealing.
I am seriously looking for a way out of the business though, and public relations or marketing seem like a natural progression. We'll see though.
For now though, let me take you on my most recent mental vacation. Bring your swimsuit!
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