Returning

It's been a long time. But even in these past 8 days, nothing surprising or interesting has happened. It's been the same old story, and it's too boring.

Things are going well at [where I work.] My hours have been increasing each week, and that's a good thing. I'm still waiting for the [computer repair team] to get an opening. I've been doing small tasks for them, such as RAM upgrades and what-not. The biggest transition would involve the uniform.

I've written a few paragraphs about one particular female co-worker. Well, she left. Last week was her last. I guess it's better in the long run, since I don't really have to think about whether or not I should say something. I can just focus on how single I am, and weigh the pros and cons of it all. When I look at it that way, I feel content.

I was having a discussion with another co-worker, and I couldn't really remember why I hated some punk kid in high school. I mean, I knew why I disliked him, but I couldn't remember why I 'hated' him. It might have been because he was a teacher's pet, or a suck-up, or a liar. Maybe he tried to make fun of me once, and I put him in his place. I just remember that if no one were around, I would have kicked his ass.

It sucks that I didn't start blogging until my second year of college. I wish I could go back and write about high school. In my old age, I've forgotten too much. It consumed 4 years of my life, and I can remember a week's worth of events at most. If I had written more down, I would be able to answer questions that constantly bother me.

It's an odd thing. If you know what to search for, you'll find over 700 results that refer to me. But if you go just by my name, you won't find anything. I like that kind of privacy.

I'm almost done with my cell phone service provider. I'm probably going to switch. I'm ready for a new phone, and they want me to call to order it. I can't even use their stupid website. It doesn't make sense at all.