Wishing for sleep
Well, Friday was a pretty fun day. Roasting hot, but the work installing speakers was rather simple and pretty enjoyable. I haven't gotten paid yet, but "the check is in the mail." I'm waiting in breathless anticipation for that.
Over this weekend, I'm working at the museum. For those who are interested in what the musuem is, it's a maritime musuem, and has a few replica boats, and a fairly large boatbuilding aspect. However, they are strapped for funding (being non-profit has its drawbacks I guess), and so I'm not sure if I going to be paid for my work here or if I am a volunteer employee. I'd like to be paid, of course, but I have a feeling that even if I do get paid, it will be closer to an allowance than a salary.
So I am on a lunch break right now, sitting in a nice air conditioned building, procrastinating going back out into the sweltering heat, and talking to the public. I'm wishing I got more than the 5 or so hours of sleep I got on a friend's couch last night, and eyeing what's left of the two litre bottle of Vault (tastes like a soda, kicks lick an energy drink - theoretically) next to me. I think if I finish that off, I should be able to last the three and a half more hours to closing. I like this job, but it can certainly be draining.
With my car dead, I had to drive my dad's last night when I went to my friends house. Doing this made me realize how much I love my car. My dad's car, while perfectly serviceable, just is lacking something. It is a Volvo 240 station wagon (my entire family drives Volvo 240's). The clutch is mushy, and engages really high. The gears feel out of place, not well sorted. The steering feels numb. My 240 just feels so much sportier. The transmission, although totally FUBAR, is still functional, and the gear ratios in it are perfect. The car seems to tell you so much more about where the wheels are and how the road is going. There just seems to be a bit more jump overall. I want it fixed.
My dad drove me to work today. I never want to ride with him again. I hate the way he drives. He shifts like shit (more on this later), he doesn't pay attention, and is super inconsistant in his driving style (zoomy one moment, old man-ish the next). On how he shifts - it's not smooth (I can kind of understand that with how the clutch is), and he shifts way too early. Way too early. He's in third gear at 20 mph. He doesn't downshift at all, either. He'll shift into 5th gear (a cruising gear) on a slightly flat spot (at 38 mph), and then when he's going up a hill, at 35 in fifth, he won't downshift!! It annoys the hell out of me. When you slow down for a corner, and downshift twice, and the car doesn't noticeably slow, then you are shifting wrong. I hate riding with him. I asked him if I could drive twice (not in a "I don't want you driving" manner), but to no avail. I'm going to see what I can do about not riding with him again.
When I was looking at my blogger dashboard today, I noticed something interesting - the AdSense thing. Apparently, you can create an account, let Google advertise stuff on your blog, and you get money each time someone clicks on an advertisement. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I think it would be sweet to get money just for writing my thoughts every few days, but is it selling out? Do I really want shitloads of crappy advertisements all over my blog? More importantly, for me anyways, is does it matter? I have all of 4 people (judging by the comments) who have ever actually read my blog. Would those 4 people make me any money? I feel kind of like a scumbag for even thinking about it. However, that sparked another thought - the only people who really would benefit from this are the people whose blogs are famous, which brought up another thought. How does a blog get to be famous? I know there are blogs out there with enough readers, that can influence tons of people and even companies, based on their reader demographic (not sure if I used that word right). How does that happen?
Continuing with the random subject changes, I've been reading a lot of Christopher Moore's books. That man is a wonderfully twisted writer. He has a crazy imagination, and enough writing talent to convey it to other people. For those of you who haven't read Lamb: The Gospel according to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal, go out and find a copy now. It is amazing. So, I jsut finished Practical Demonkeeping and there was a quote in there that made me really think. "Stories are the only truth." That phrase really stuck out to me, and I realized that it was very true. All the history we know is stories passed down from generation to generation. Some of it has been recorded into text books, but lots is still passed on from parents to children. You tell your friends stories about what you did over the summer or at that crazy party. If the person you tell it to wasn't involved, they don't know if you are telling the "truth" or an elaborate fairy tale. To them, your words are the truth, or at least, they are for that moment.
So, my lunch break is over, and I think I should probably return to "working." I also ran out of things to write.
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Over this weekend, I'm working at the museum. For those who are interested in what the musuem is, it's a maritime musuem, and has a few replica boats, and a fairly large boatbuilding aspect. However, they are strapped for funding (being non-profit has its drawbacks I guess), and so I'm not sure if I going to be paid for my work here or if I am a volunteer employee. I'd like to be paid, of course, but I have a feeling that even if I do get paid, it will be closer to an allowance than a salary.
So I am on a lunch break right now, sitting in a nice air conditioned building, procrastinating going back out into the sweltering heat, and talking to the public. I'm wishing I got more than the 5 or so hours of sleep I got on a friend's couch last night, and eyeing what's left of the two litre bottle of Vault (tastes like a soda, kicks lick an energy drink - theoretically) next to me. I think if I finish that off, I should be able to last the three and a half more hours to closing. I like this job, but it can certainly be draining.
With my car dead, I had to drive my dad's last night when I went to my friends house. Doing this made me realize how much I love my car. My dad's car, while perfectly serviceable, just is lacking something. It is a Volvo 240 station wagon (my entire family drives Volvo 240's). The clutch is mushy, and engages really high. The gears feel out of place, not well sorted. The steering feels numb. My 240 just feels so much sportier. The transmission, although totally FUBAR, is still functional, and the gear ratios in it are perfect. The car seems to tell you so much more about where the wheels are and how the road is going. There just seems to be a bit more jump overall. I want it fixed.
My dad drove me to work today. I never want to ride with him again. I hate the way he drives. He shifts like shit (more on this later), he doesn't pay attention, and is super inconsistant in his driving style (zoomy one moment, old man-ish the next). On how he shifts - it's not smooth (I can kind of understand that with how the clutch is), and he shifts way too early. Way too early. He's in third gear at 20 mph. He doesn't downshift at all, either. He'll shift into 5th gear (a cruising gear) on a slightly flat spot (at 38 mph), and then when he's going up a hill, at 35 in fifth, he won't downshift!! It annoys the hell out of me. When you slow down for a corner, and downshift twice, and the car doesn't noticeably slow, then you are shifting wrong. I hate riding with him. I asked him if I could drive twice (not in a "I don't want you driving" manner), but to no avail. I'm going to see what I can do about not riding with him again.
When I was looking at my blogger dashboard today, I noticed something interesting - the AdSense thing. Apparently, you can create an account, let Google advertise stuff on your blog, and you get money each time someone clicks on an advertisement. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I think it would be sweet to get money just for writing my thoughts every few days, but is it selling out? Do I really want shitloads of crappy advertisements all over my blog? More importantly, for me anyways, is does it matter? I have all of 4 people (judging by the comments) who have ever actually read my blog. Would those 4 people make me any money? I feel kind of like a scumbag for even thinking about it. However, that sparked another thought - the only people who really would benefit from this are the people whose blogs are famous, which brought up another thought. How does a blog get to be famous? I know there are blogs out there with enough readers, that can influence tons of people and even companies, based on their reader demographic (not sure if I used that word right). How does that happen?
Continuing with the random subject changes, I've been reading a lot of Christopher Moore's books. That man is a wonderfully twisted writer. He has a crazy imagination, and enough writing talent to convey it to other people. For those of you who haven't read Lamb: The Gospel according to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal, go out and find a copy now. It is amazing. So, I jsut finished Practical Demonkeeping and there was a quote in there that made me really think. "Stories are the only truth." That phrase really stuck out to me, and I realized that it was very true. All the history we know is stories passed down from generation to generation. Some of it has been recorded into text books, but lots is still passed on from parents to children. You tell your friends stories about what you did over the summer or at that crazy party. If the person you tell it to wasn't involved, they don't know if you are telling the "truth" or an elaborate fairy tale. To them, your words are the truth, or at least, they are for that moment.
So, my lunch break is over, and I think I should probably return to "working." I also ran out of things to write.
~^~
posted by The Wookie | 11:31 AM
1 Comments:
Lol sounds like our dads have the same driving habits! :)
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