Aaron Riveroll | Photographer

John came over tonight. He and Kim are getting married (congrats to them!!), so I thought I would lend a few pointers and assist him in designing a web page for them and their engagement. He brought his new Apple G4 Powerbook. It was so beautiful, I almost cried. I want, I want! Now I know that thou shall not covet thy neighbor’s, uh, Powerbook…but I don’t even live in the same building anymore. So I guess it’s okay, right?

Training was good today. Let’s just say I have a whole new respect for our boarders (the people that put the loans on our system). Man, that is tedious work! I had a slightly longer lunch than usual, so I made the drive up to Kearny Mesa and saw some UBOC people. It was good. :) I really miss those guys. Oh, and I had a great sandwich as well, in case you were wondering.

Okay, this is totally nutty…I remember laying in bed at around 1am, but I don’t remember much else. I think I lost count of the sheep. Anyway, I remember the gentle whirring of my multiple hard drives and all of the glowing green LEDs throughout the room suddenly cease to exist…and even though the room was dark to begin with, it seemed a little bit darker. I fumbled for my flashlight and grabbed my cell phone, trying to set my alarm in the fuzzy daze I was in. Yes, the electricity went out, inexplicably.
Luckilly, I woke up with enough time to do all my morning things AND pick up a mocha from Starbucks. Mmmm. And I didn’t have to sing today! Although, I did help Dana because she was late and didn’t know the words to The Boy From Ipanema.

Where the hell is Ipanema anyway?

When you hear the first lines of the song, you would think they were talking about me…

“Tall and tan and young and handsome…”

Doesn’t anyone use commas anymore?

Alright, well, I am sneaking this post during training, so to avoid the stinkeye, I’m going to leave you now and continue with my diligent book highlighting and daydreaming and thinking about what I’m going to have for lunch. :)

I got hit with a migraine on Monday … so needless to say, I slept incredibly hard. I don’t even remember falling asleep. Weird.

Today was even weirder … I’m in training again for the next three days, so that will be fun. Our trainer, Laura, is pretty cool. The only thing is she has this rule about being late. Anyone who comes in late has to sing a song.

My song was “You Are My Sunshine.”

I was two minutes late coming back from lunch. Come on! At least I didn’t suck, which is always good. I had a lot to live up to too, since I had revealed my musical roots during our “get to know you time.” Thanks, Myron, for giving me the skills.

As I was traipsing down the trail to my car, and noticed a lot of leaves on the ground. Orange ones. And then I looked up, and noticed the trees were looking a little bit bare. The air wasn’t quite crisp … but I know it will be. Fall is here. I never used to like it, but I have to admit that it’s nice to have “weather” once in awhile.

Well, I actually don’t have any thing else of substance to write, so I will leave you two pet peeves, both of which I experienced today. Number one, being from California, I have a tendency to drive little on the fast side. So when I want to exit the freeway, it’s extremely annoying when there are people cruising VERY SLOWLY in the right lane. Seriously, folks, move over a lane and let me get off the freakin’ freeway! The posted speed limit is 65, not 25.

And Annoyance No. 2: why do telemarketers wait to call me at 6:00 p.m.? Is it because they know I’m home and that’s the perfect time to annoy the crap out of me? I usually don’t answer it … so if there any telemarketers reading this, you should take that little bit of information back to your telemarketers’ lair and don’t waste your time calling me. It won’t work. I’m unbreakable. And if you sound cute, I will flirt with you, distracting you from your objective. Sometimes, I will hang up before you even start. But most of the time, I will see you on my caller ID and simply refuse to get up from the couch. That’s the way it is.

Do people realize what a richer society we would be if we didn’t waste money on stupid advertising schemes? For instance, telemarketers. Instead of paying a bunch of mindless drones to make phone calls to strangers in hopes of selling some sort of product or service, we could use that money for something more productive. Heck, give it to me for all I care! And what about credit card companies? I get stacks of mail every single day from people trying to de get me hooked on their credit card. So sorry…not gonna happen! The end result is I have a stack of mail about a foot high that I have to meticulously shred into little pieces. Come New Year’s Eve, I may not have someone to kiss … but I will have an ample supply of confetti. All that paper! For goodness’ sake, save the trees; don’t send me your pathetic offers. I’m preapproved, you say? Gosh, isn’t that special.

Okay, I’m really going now. See what happens?