Everybody daydreams, don't try to tell me that you don't. Some friends would call me "the dreamer" cuz I've always got a good daydream in mind. There's nothing better to help get you through a long, boring and/or monotonous task than a day dream. It's a mini escape from this reality which usually bites into your own personal fantasy land where you can be the hero, the villain or even the damsel in distress should you choose.
Those who know me know of the odd worlds and situations that my mind comes up with. A select few have even been allowed to read the stories that have been spawned from a daydream. There might be 1 or 2 more coming should I ever find the time, so for those chosen few (and you know who you are) be on the look out for a new story from me soon,.......maybe.
It's always sad when you come out of a daydream and remember that it was just a dream and now you're back in reality. Man that sucks! I know in the past few months I've been spending more and more time in Daydream Land and as little as possible in reality. Not sure if it's a bad thing or not, but it makes me wonder "why so much time in daydreams?" Does my reality suck so bad that I'm coping by not coping? Or is this how I'm coping? Is Daydreaming really a constructive way to cope? Whatever the reason it's good to know that the creative muses are still with me out here in backward land.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Pavlov
So apparently I've classically conditioned myself much like Pavlov and his dogs. It wasn't something I did consciously but it happened none-the-less. The after effects from Cinco de Mayo were more far reaching that I originally surmised.
After Cinco de Mayo and my own lack of control I was obviously "on the wagon" while I recovered and refocused. I've had too many mornings after partying where I woke up feeling like death warmed over, put through a blender, breaded and then pan fried. It was not something I was proud of. I'm better than that or I was, but since moving to NY that quality along with a few others have changed. Not to say I never overindulged back in the Chi, just not as frequently as I have here. It was a major wake up call for me to get myself back to someone I wasn't ashamed of.
Like most, after a night of overindulgence the thought of drinking again turned my stomach. Now 2 weeks later I still get that same feeling when I think about drinking. The conditioning is not complete because I did have a few drinks last night, though I passed on the first shot which was the indicator to me that something was up. I had 2 beers, 1 shot and my friends might say 1 mixed drink, but I actually poured it down the sink in the bathroom. That really sucked cuz I payed $6 for it and couldn't drink it. For the rest of the night I drank water.
Not that this occurring is necessarily a bad thing, but I hope I can uncondition myself a little to at least be able to go out and enjoy myself once in awhile. I wanted to go back to who I was before losing control out here, but perhaps my system has gone to the extreme a little bit as my own new safeguard so I don't over do things. It was weird to have that feeling last night and unfortunate to have literally poured $6 down the drain, but there was no ignoring that "I never want to feel like this again" feeling. In fact, I feel a lil sick right now just blogging about it.
After Cinco de Mayo and my own lack of control I was obviously "on the wagon" while I recovered and refocused. I've had too many mornings after partying where I woke up feeling like death warmed over, put through a blender, breaded and then pan fried. It was not something I was proud of. I'm better than that or I was, but since moving to NY that quality along with a few others have changed. Not to say I never overindulged back in the Chi, just not as frequently as I have here. It was a major wake up call for me to get myself back to someone I wasn't ashamed of.
Like most, after a night of overindulgence the thought of drinking again turned my stomach. Now 2 weeks later I still get that same feeling when I think about drinking. The conditioning is not complete because I did have a few drinks last night, though I passed on the first shot which was the indicator to me that something was up. I had 2 beers, 1 shot and my friends might say 1 mixed drink, but I actually poured it down the sink in the bathroom. That really sucked cuz I payed $6 for it and couldn't drink it. For the rest of the night I drank water.
Not that this occurring is necessarily a bad thing, but I hope I can uncondition myself a little to at least be able to go out and enjoy myself once in awhile. I wanted to go back to who I was before losing control out here, but perhaps my system has gone to the extreme a little bit as my own new safeguard so I don't over do things. It was weird to have that feeling last night and unfortunate to have literally poured $6 down the drain, but there was no ignoring that "I never want to feel like this again" feeling. In fact, I feel a lil sick right now just blogging about it.
Friday, May 15, 2009
And They Call Me Crazy
So my neighbor across the hall has a new addition to her front door that I have to say unnerves me a bit. It's an autographed photo of Steve Martin. It's an older photo that reminds me of the "Wild and Crazy Guys" SNL sketch he used to do. It's the first thing I see as I leave my apartment and it just kinda creeps me out. Why of all places would you put an autographed picture on your front door? It's really odd.
Monday, May 4, 2009
B & E
Today I committed a B & E. Yes Breaking and Entering, but don't worry no cops showed up. In fact only one other person knows this act even occurred. Granted, once you read this post you'll know, but it's a funny story so I'm sharing!
Where did I break into? One of my Barns at the Zoo. The Peccary Barn to be exact, though I doubt anyone I work with even knows I have a blog let alone reads it. It is known though that I'm Notorious for leaving my keys places. Usually in doors, but locks just as often as well. That's what happened here. I had my keys in a shift lock and stupidly told my student who was shadowing me for the day to follow me out of the barn and to shut the door behind her. Moments later I realized my keys were not on my belt loop as they should be. Ah Crap! Now I'd have to walk all the way up to the Main office and snag someone else's keys to let myself back in. A walk of shame even if no one ever knew what I was doing, but then I saw an opportunity to salvage the situation.
Not that any of you would know but the Peccary Barn has what I would define as "shanty town" windows. They ain't Pella that's for sure. There isn't any glass just pieces of plexi that I'm sure the Maintenance guys cut. They do have screens so there's at least that. I'm not going to rag on the poor craftsmanship of these windows because that lack of quality construction is what saved me. I always wondered why that one window had a wire running across the back of it and it turns out that wire was what was holding the screen in place on the window. With the wheels turning in my head I scrambled up on top the old salt barrel and removed the wire. Just like that the screen popped out. Ok more like fell out, but out none-the-less. Now I had access to the barn if I could hoist myself up into this window.
From the ground this window is probably 5-6ft up and even on top of the barrel the ledge was at chest height maybe less. Wasn't too focused on how high it was. Oh I should mention that the window itself is about 2' tall x 4' long so it's a good thing I'm little or this might not have worked at all. With a deep breath and hopes for not killing myself on this adventure I hopped up and into the window. Success! I was partly there. Now I just needed some hand grips to help maneuver the rest of me through or I'd end up falling about 4' to the concrete floor of the barn. Not a good idea. With the help of the rafters and a lil wiggling I was soon in the barn and had retrieved my keys, Hurray!
Meanwhile, my student had no clue what had just happened until I told her, though maybe she realized that I was back a whole lot sooner than I said I would be. Whatever. She was too busy saying Hi to the Wallabies in the air lock which was fine. Not sure I could have trusted her to not snap a cell phone pic of me halfway through the window. ;)She did help me put the screen back in the window and I'm sure had a good laugh at the crazy CZ Keeper.
At least now I know that should the need arise I can get into that barn without keys. Not sure what instance that would be but I have other useless knowledge taking up space in my head so why not this too. It was helpful today, so I guess it's not totally useless.
Where did I break into? One of my Barns at the Zoo. The Peccary Barn to be exact, though I doubt anyone I work with even knows I have a blog let alone reads it. It is known though that I'm Notorious for leaving my keys places. Usually in doors, but locks just as often as well. That's what happened here. I had my keys in a shift lock and stupidly told my student who was shadowing me for the day to follow me out of the barn and to shut the door behind her. Moments later I realized my keys were not on my belt loop as they should be. Ah Crap! Now I'd have to walk all the way up to the Main office and snag someone else's keys to let myself back in. A walk of shame even if no one ever knew what I was doing, but then I saw an opportunity to salvage the situation.
Not that any of you would know but the Peccary Barn has what I would define as "shanty town" windows. They ain't Pella that's for sure. There isn't any glass just pieces of plexi that I'm sure the Maintenance guys cut. They do have screens so there's at least that. I'm not going to rag on the poor craftsmanship of these windows because that lack of quality construction is what saved me. I always wondered why that one window had a wire running across the back of it and it turns out that wire was what was holding the screen in place on the window. With the wheels turning in my head I scrambled up on top the old salt barrel and removed the wire. Just like that the screen popped out. Ok more like fell out, but out none-the-less. Now I had access to the barn if I could hoist myself up into this window.
From the ground this window is probably 5-6ft up and even on top of the barrel the ledge was at chest height maybe less. Wasn't too focused on how high it was. Oh I should mention that the window itself is about 2' tall x 4' long so it's a good thing I'm little or this might not have worked at all. With a deep breath and hopes for not killing myself on this adventure I hopped up and into the window. Success! I was partly there. Now I just needed some hand grips to help maneuver the rest of me through or I'd end up falling about 4' to the concrete floor of the barn. Not a good idea. With the help of the rafters and a lil wiggling I was soon in the barn and had retrieved my keys, Hurray!
Meanwhile, my student had no clue what had just happened until I told her, though maybe she realized that I was back a whole lot sooner than I said I would be. Whatever. She was too busy saying Hi to the Wallabies in the air lock which was fine. Not sure I could have trusted her to not snap a cell phone pic of me halfway through the window. ;)She did help me put the screen back in the window and I'm sure had a good laugh at the crazy CZ Keeper.
At least now I know that should the need arise I can get into that barn without keys. Not sure what instance that would be but I have other useless knowledge taking up space in my head so why not this too. It was helpful today, so I guess it's not totally useless.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Hang Up and Drive
Ok so last night an amusing thing happened at work. Well amusing for me but not for the poor guy who it happened to, but it was his own fault. At least he was cool enough to laugh at himself and to us about it.
It was nearing the end of my shift, and this one had been especially boring. We weren't very busy and the manager on duty that night is not one of my favs, so this was a highlight. This customer ran his SUV into the posts we have in the parking lot for the Handicap spaces. These posts are painted concrete so he did some damage to his vehicle. He wouldn't have hit said post had he not been talking on his cell phone at the time. I hope whoever he was talking to was worth the hefty body shop repair bill he's now going to get. Needless to say it made me chuckle, and totally distracted the manager whom I don't really like so the last half hour of my shift went by in peace. I should have thanked that guy.
It was nearing the end of my shift, and this one had been especially boring. We weren't very busy and the manager on duty that night is not one of my favs, so this was a highlight. This customer ran his SUV into the posts we have in the parking lot for the Handicap spaces. These posts are painted concrete so he did some damage to his vehicle. He wouldn't have hit said post had he not been talking on his cell phone at the time. I hope whoever he was talking to was worth the hefty body shop repair bill he's now going to get. Needless to say it made me chuckle, and totally distracted the manager whom I don't really like so the last half hour of my shift went by in peace. I should have thanked that guy.
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