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Welcome to boredsville. Population, me.

While in Chamberburg, PA I’ve been pretty productive throughout the day. Mainly assisting in the investigation of workers’ compensation claims and teaching associates proper lifting techniques, ergonomics, and other various safety measures, all while drinking water from a coffee mug (it was the only cup I could find and I tend to easily dehydrate if I don’t constantly drink fluids throughout the day).

However, the evening have been somewhat of a drag. While the other guy I’m here with and I have been constantly enjoying delicious meals; other than eat, there’s just not much else to do. Also since he’s a little older, we don’t share a lot of the same interests. But in his defense, we were going to go see a movie last night, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I really want to watch Hot Fuzz, but it wasn’t playing and I didn’t want to spend the money on a movie I really didn’t want to see. So I’ve just been chilling in my room watching Entourage* on DVD.

*On a side note: Entourage is an amazing F’ing show, but if you’re not careful it’ll easily influence you to drop F-Bombs left and right.

It used to be that flying seriously got the best of me. However, with the help from my friend Valium, it’s not so bad. Then again, I might be singing a different tune on Thursday when I have to fly to Pittsburgh for my connection home on a plane WITH PROPELLERS! 

This is my schedule for the next two weeks. If you don’t hear from me much, this is why.

• Tomorrow, fly to Chambersburg, PA
• Thursday, fly home
• Friday, work
• Saturday, run in half-marathon
• Sunday, fly to New Orleans
• Thursday, fly home
• Friday, work
• Saturday, company picnic and then a 5k

Is it just me, or does this have a big “this is going to suck” labeled all over it.

I once posted this same general concept a long time ago, but saw a limo this morning with a sign on the door that read, “Lil’ John’s Limo Service” and it just makes me laugh every time.

How things would go during a ride from Lil’ John’s Limo Service.

You: Take me to the airport please.
Lil’ John: WHHHAAAAAT!?!?!
You: Take me to the airport, please.
Lil’ John: WHHHAAAAAT!?!?!
You: THE AIRPORT
Lil’ John: OOOHHHHKKAAAY!!!
You: You do know where that is, right?
Lil’ John: YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!

Normally if were asked, I would say getting out of the bed is the worst thing to do in the morning. After today, I’m going to say stepping in a big wet cat hairball.

Because Blades of Glory was sold out, Heather and I watched Stranger than Fiction tonight. Although it may seem that we were jonesing for some Will Ferrell, surprisingly it was just a coincidence.

Before this movie ever came out, I had read an article in a magazine about it. The article provided very little about the concept of the story. However, it did go into detail about the use of visual graphics during the film and how it visually displayed the main character’s, Harold Crick played by Will Farrell, obsessive compulsive disorder.

This article plus the many previews that I had seen for this movie made me definitely want to see it. Unfortunately when it came out I remember people giving it mixed reviews and this somehow committed itself in my brain and caused me to develop this silly idea that perhaps this movie wasn’t all that great.

Much to my surprise, this was a truly great movie. It was funny, smart, witty, heartfelt, touching, enjoyable, and all around just good. If you’re not doing anything one evening and are in the mood to watch a nice movie that will make you smile, I definitely recommend this film.

Final score: Five cow bells out of five.
 

During an instant message conversation a friend of mine at work pointed out how silly the term lol (laughing out loud) really is. She thought it would be better if it was lqtm (laughing quietly to myself). Her observation was that while yes you may technically be laughing out loud; you’re more than likely sitting there just chuckling to yourself.

What kind of weirdo sits at their desk and laughs and laughs and laughs for the whole world to hear?

Yesterday on my lunch break I decided to walk down to the Kroger next to where I work. I had heard that a guy I was friends with in high school is now the meat manager there.

As I walked up to the counter I happened to notice my friend’s picture on the wall with a plaque that read, “Meat Manager” underneath it. Excited that my friend really did in fact work there, I asked the meat guy behind the counter if he was there.

The meat guy thought about it for a second and then told me that my friend had just gotten suspended from work that day and wouldn’t be back until Saturday. He then asked if I wanted my friend’s cell phone number.

After I got my friend’s number from the meat guy I couldn’t help but think about how easily that meat guy had just divulged that information about my friend getting suspended as well as his personal cell phone number. As far as the meat guy knew, I was just some customer who just happen to know the meat manager’s name.

I haven’t called my friend yet, but when I do, I’m going to make sure that he hears about the meat guy telling random people his business.

Sort of like how I just did… 

I’m going to the dentist tomorrow. Since I already know that I have a cavity I decided to get a better look at it. I opened wide and took a picture with the old digital camera. When I was reviewing the picture I found another cavity I didn’t even know I had.

The worst part is that since this is just a regular checkup, I’ll probably have to make another appointment to get these disgusting holes filled.

Recently I’ve noticed that during conversations I often say, “I read this article in The Wall Street Journal… blah blah blah”.

It happens so much that one of my bosses has said to me that he thinks that I may be reading the Wall Street Journal too much. While this may be true, the way my office is set up, my main boss (boss number 1) gets the Wall Street Journal everyday and then passes it on to me once he’s finished. I then look through it and then pass it on to my other boss (boss number 2). Most of the time however, boss number 1 lets his daily Wall Street Journals stack up on his desk for about a week before passing them on to me. Naturally I can’t just sit there and read five -ten issues of the Wall Street Journal during the day, so they end up sitting on my desk for awhile. By the time I get around to passing them onto boss number 2, they’re already a week or two old, and by then he has no interest in reading them.

Usually since he doesn’t get around to reading them, I don’t have to worry that he’s already read the story when I say, “I read this article in the Wall Street Journal… blah blah blah”.

Also, I’m pretty sure that none of my friends read The Wall Street Journal either so I often find myself filling their heads with random WSJ knowledge.