It has been one of those days. A day where I desperately needed rest but could not find it. Actually I could find it fine but nobody was going to let me get there. What part of "I work nights and need to get some sleep" is so hard for whole world to understand? I am so annoyed by it. Wait... I never sleep anyhow so that can't be it.
Hmm... I wonder what is it?
I wonder if it is the website? The reality is that I should be used to it but, despite making some real progress, I am getting frustrated by my own desire to improve things. Is that it? If you read my previous post, you will see that I am fed up with my php efforts. Should I be?
Maybe, but I have learned a lot and, lets be honest, the last time the site worked was about two years ago. Maybe it is the moving thing?
I am not really moving so to speak though. I am simply moving most of my stuff out of storage and into Nami's place. I am simply getting my room at the Fraternity house where it always to where it always should have been, a temporary place to stay while I attend school. N0T a place where you stack all your possessions up like cases at a warehouse.
I had hoped to finish up with this by the end of March. Hey, wait its still February. Guess that is not it either.
Hmm...
Could it be that I just turned 41 and am getting cranky? NOT, people who have known me for years will vouch for the fact that I have always been a crank. Besides, I am referring to myself being crankier than normal here so normal crankiness does not count.
Could it be that I smacked my head on a kitchen cupboard door that I left open when it is something that I always warn my girlfriend not to do cause she is going to cause me to bump my head? I doubt it. More likely, God was exercising some poetic justice at my expense. Let us not forget the fact that the cranial area of my body is one which is protected by exceptionally thick bone, has been battered about so much that may think that is the source of my nickname and, most likely, little resides within to damage. No, definitely not it.
Could it be my 55-hour a week work schedule? No. I like my job, I have a lot of dental work to pay for and find it to be a prayer answered that I have so much work when I need money so badly.
Oh wait, my cell phone is ringing.
Lumpy: Hello
Anonymous: I have a paper due and I need your help.
Lumpy: Oh, not a problem. I have to work tonight and need to get some sleep but I will have a good bit of time to look at it while I am work. So just e-mail me your draft and I will be more than...
Anonymous Interrupting: That won't work!!!!
Lumpy puzzled: Uh, I can get you the changes and such by tomorrow morning. When is it due?
Anonymous Panicking: Tonight
Lumpy still puzzled: Okay, I guess you can bring it over and I can proof read it now then.
Anonymous turning Annoying: I can't do that either.
Lumpy getting annoyed: Why not?
AnonymousAnnoying: It's due in two hours and I haven't started...
Lumpy Annoyed (which he should be) and Surprised (which he shouldn't be):...
Annoying to the point of Stupid (sounding annoyed): Well?
Lumpy Annoyed: Well what?
AnnoyingStupid: ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME?
Lumpy shifting to smart-ass mode: I am not sure how I can. All I know is you have a paper due and you have not started. When you called I thought you wanted me to proof read something, now I find that you have a paper due and you have not even started. What is the subject?
Stupid2: I need to write a paper on (Just insert some subject here which you know absolutely nothing about and in a course about 100 million light years outside your major... (Although I do not know why, I am trying to keep Stupid anonymous)) and it has to be 30 pages long
Lumpy being brutally honest: No but you had better get busy you have to crank out a page every four minutes from now until class.
Stupidsome really really big number:Well what good are you? Now what am I gonna do? See what happens when I depend on you for help!!! (click)
I think you get the picture.
Shame he did not even grasp the time I saved him by calculating the rate he had to type at...
Yeah, that is what is bugging me and DO NOT think this has anything to do with me helping my girlfriend with her papers. I will gladly read anyone's paper and she is, most definitely, different. Nami sends me a final draft 24-48 hours in advance and asks me to look it over for grammar and vocabulary. Nami does not call and wake me up over such issues and Nami always finishes her request with "I know your busy so if you have time...". And, for those of you who do not know, English is her second language.
Nami also cooks for me, does my laundry from time to time, rubs he back of my neck when it is sore and really, really helps me out a lot in life. Nami is definitely a different story. I am also very much in love with Nami, see her often and wish her around forever more. As far as the person above goes, the last call I got from them was when they needed some math help and I really don't care if I never get another call from them.
But what I don't get and what is annoying me how we communicate in this day and age. Better put, how we DO NOT communicate. We have more communications technology than ever but despite E-mail, cell phones, text messaging, IRC and IM all we desire is instant gratification with out the exchange of any real information.
Let me give a few more examples:
- We all get annoyed by spam because our inboxes are supposed to be a communication tool and not a marketing tool. I sent an e-mail to someone requesting information regarding a problem they wanted me to solve. Four days later I received a reply informing me that there were spelling errors in my e-mail. I now realize my error. E-mail is grammar tool. (They did not, for the record, ever provide me with information and I am already aware I cannot spell.)
The point is simple. If I send Joe Chernobyl a message saying "We will must met at 9 AM to fix that nuclear reactor leak. Please confurm." does a reply of "Dude, learn to spell" help any? - How we use cell phones. (I figured this one out by looking at the call log after I woke up.)
- XX:00 hours - call get no answer and hang up
- XX:02 hours - call again and leave a voicemail "Dude, answer your cell phone!" (I guess I missed the "answering machine" feature on my phone. Some one tell me how to enable that so I can "pick up" next time.)
- XX:04 hours - leave a text message... "Please call"
- XX:05 hours - leave a text message marked as urgent ... "Please call"
Yeah that is what is bugging me. The whole world, minus one special lady and a few close others, seems to think that poor planning and communication equals Lumpy's emergency. Seems like we all sweat grammar, spelling and immediate gratification more than a timely flow of information. Three words from Lumpy;
Get a clue
Okay, I feel better now. So if you are here cause I told you "read my blog", read the text centered (that means in the middle) above (that is ^^^ that way).
