Trying to Learn a New Trick

I've never been a bargainer. I'm not sure if it is a part of my wiring. I don't go to flea markets and I am a little nervous to buy a new car.

But I decided to try a little bargaining.

I was recently head-hunted for a position here in Toledo. It would be a pretty interesting job, but they didn't want to pay me as much as I am making now. I don't want to stay in Toledo for less than I make now. That's plum crazy considering I'm not all that into the Glass City. But I decided to do the interview anyway because interview experience is always good.

When the headhunter called today to ask how it went and what my interest level in the job is, I explained, I don't know if I would want to settle in Toledo for less than what I am currently making and I do have a Master's degree that should be accounted for. And the say, "if the company comes back with a counter offer of $X, would you consider taking the position?" And I said yes. Wouldn't it be crazy if I got the money I wanted and a cool job?

I also have a phone interview later today for a job near Columbus. That I would probably take for less money than I making now (not a lot less, I'm no fool) because I would be able to relocate and start fresh.

Most likely, everything will blow up in my face and I won't get either job. That's cool though, I still have a job and I can save for possibilities I have brewing on the backburner.

Without Further Ado

My Thanksgiving dinner:

And for an added bonus, a weird picture of my nephews and niece:

The blur of hand in the middle really freaks me out.

Hope everyone is enjoying this holiday weekend.

This and That - Monday Edition

I broke down this weekend and turned on my heat. I had forgotten how nice being warm can feel. I am done freezing my ass for the season. I keep it really low, but bask in the warmth when the furnace goes off.

Thanksgiving is practically upon us. I think I might've looked forward to Thanksgiving last year, but this year I'm just not into it. I've been eating like shit ever since I got back from San Francisco and a holiday, in which the whole point is to eat, is not really what I need right now. But, Grey's Anatomy is supposed to be "shocking," so maybe I will burn some calories being tense about what is going to happen. And then of course I can burn calories laughing through 30 Rock and Scrubs. But not the Office, because their new episodes are done. I guess their writers started striking early.

I had a dream last night that my best from high school told me she knows and goes to dinner with Clive Owen. But, she said, "He's always on hallucinogenics." If this were to be true, I think I would love Clive even more.

My goal for the day is to stay awake during Heroes. Wish me luck.

What I am Doing at This Very Minute

So, I am still at work right now. At 6:21 pm on a Wednesday. I am here because we are having an open house and for the first hour of it, it has been kind of a bust. I didn’t really have an opinion on an open house; having one wouldn’t be a bad idea, but I wasn’t going to jump for joy at it either. So here I sit with the vice-president of operations and the retail guy and we aren’t really talking to each other.

I’m not really worried about it; I am 99.8% sure my job isn’t riding on the success of this event, but I don’t want to have to deal with aftermath of it. I don’t want to have to discuss what we could’ve done differently and blah, blah, blah.

I mean maybe in 45 minutes there will be a stampede of people wanting to come in.

But in the meantime, I am going to go help myself to some more havarti cheese. It’s good.

My Super Power is Sleeping

Early Monday morning, around 2:30, I woke up to the sounds of a car window breaking and I flew to my window to see what car window was breaking. I couldn't really see my car, but I did see three people who looked liked they were up to no good. I watched them and they were fighting and someone was having to hold someone back and then I heard this guy yell, "I hate you Eric," and it sounded like he was crying too.

I started thinking I should call the police, but then I got kind of nervous because my light was on and if they were crazy people and the cops came and the peopel in my parking lot remembered my light being on, maybe they would put two and two together, and come back for revenge.
Finally they came into my building and I watched them through my peep hole and from what I understand, one guy was SUPER drunk and had lost it and broke his own car window.

An hour later, when I was still awake, I wondered if maybe I should've called the police anyway. Just because they live in my building and eventually quieted down doesn't mean some serious shit can't go down. I just hoped I didn't find a dead body in the lawn when I left for work. Because then I would have to tell police that I had heard some stuff in the parking lot and the would be like, "Why didn't you call the police?" I didn't want to deal with that. Fortunately, no dead body.

And because of the above fracas, it was the second Sunday in a row that I didn't get very much sleep, making it the second Monday in a row that I slept through some of Heroes. And last night I really slept through Heroes, which pisses me off. It seemed like a really good episode and I tried; I would wake up, and tell myself I must watch, only to wake up 10 minutes later.

But the few things I did observe and think:

I still hate the Mexican twins, I don't care what their backstory is. Take your black, oily tears back to where you came from.

What is the deal with the blonde girl? She is also really annoying. I hope she dies.

And what is Nicki's power? I don't think a mental disease counts as one.

Movies and More

I watched Sicko, the latest Michael Moore documentary, over the weekend. I was hesitant to watch it because I hate the health care system. I think it actually strips people of their basic human right to get well. I think it is a scam. I think they are criminals. And Sicko pretty much agrees with me, except it displays those feelings in a much more entertaining way.

You know, so many people don't like Michael Moore and some people love him. I don't really have a strong opinion either way, but you have to admit, he knows how to make a great documentary that are always sad and always very funny. And no one is better at finding quotes and sound bites that people wish never existed (my favorite example is when a woman tells George W. Bush that she has to work three jobs to get by, he replies with,"Well, that's uniquely American, good for you.").

Anyhoo, it was a pretty good watch. Way better than Ratatouille, whichI also watched this weekend. My god that movie was sooooo boring.

And I had an awesome, awesome sushi dinner. Thinking about it now is actually making my mouth water now.

Have a good Monday everyone.

Road Rage in the Morning

I am an aggressive driver and I fully admit to having issues with road rage (although I have been working on this and I have gotten better, not perfect, mind you, but better), but I never really drive aggressively in the morning. I guess when I am going to work, it is just to early to care; I'm still 1/4 asleep anyway, and if I am running a little late (which as an extremely punctual person, rarely happens anyway) then I run a little late.

This morning I shared the road with a car that was full of piss andvinegar at 6:50 am. I turned down a road that has a short segmentbefore the next light, so short that you can't really accelerate too much, because you have to immediately put the brakes on for the red light, that you clearly see as soon as you turn on the road. This car behind me, the one full of piss and vinegar, a red Pontiac, he passed me on this short segment of a road, he was in a hurry I guess. But passing me did not help him at all.

He was stopped by the red light. And then we all ended up behind a very slow driver. And then another red light.

You see, this is why I have been working on aggressive driving and road rage. I saw other people acting like me and they look stupid.Which means I look stupid when I let my issues with the road get the better of me.

And who wants to look stupid?

No Hero Worhsip for Him

I am going to start a club called,

I hate Mohinder Suresh.

Seriously, what an effing pansy. I would rather keep the weird Mexican girl who cries black.

This Blog is Dedicated to How Tired I Am

It was bound to happen. All last week I couldn't NOT sleep. I took naps and went to bed early. I could barely keep my eyes open at certain points during the day. Yesterday I took three naps. I guess I must've slept as much as body would let me because last night I barely slept at all. I hope the same doesn't happen again tonight. I enjoy sleep. I need sleep.

I hung out with Mike and Sara this weekend and they kindly gave me a gift card to National Amusement Theaters. Usually we just get each other six packs of good beer for birthdays, so this was quite unexpected. I will have to step it up next year. Mike and Sara are also currently at the top of my favorite people list because they watch and love Pushing Daisies as much as I do.

Well, it's another Monday. I hope everyone enjoys the early sunrise and sunset.

My Body's Tired and Sore

I don't know why, but I have been so tired this week. I come home and take a nap and then I still go to bed early. I think it is because the time is changing later than usual and my body is wondering what happened to the extra hour I usually have by now.

A month ago or so, Ashley asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I suggested a yoga DVD. To be fair, she did ask me if I had any DVD in particular in mind, but I said no. I thought, I only have one and there are thousands of different DVDs out there.

Hilariously enough, of all those thousands of yoga DVDs out there, she managed to get me the one I have. It was cool though, she's a smart cookie, she got a gift receipt. I exchanged. Everything worked out in the end.

I did said yoga DVD the other night and holy shizer…it was HARD. I mean, I could do all poses, they were just done at such speed that I was sweating and panting like I was a doing kickboxing class. And I am still sore. Yesterday I could barely lift my arms above my head.

Maybe I am a masochist, but I like that kind of pain. It reminds that I did something good for my body, that I should do it more often.

Have a good weekend y'all.