Hehe I just had a wierd post in 's LJ:

Or so they say. Who the hell are they anyway? And who says four alarm fires are bad. I for one prefer 3 alarm fires because you have fewer firefighters to get plowed afterwards. Hahaha that brings back a memory, went to a Summer Solstice BBQ at my friends parents house and the 18 yr old was throwing a party down the street. My friend and I went over with some beer and introduced ourselves, to which the door was promptly slammed in our face. Oooooookie, anywho we're chillin and the girl who's throwin the party comes out and apologizes and invites us in. So we go in for the hey of it, and while sitting on the couch trying concoct nummy alcoholic beverages…..when we hear cops!!!!!

Instantly I grab everything on the table which included lots of liquor and narcotics. I hop the fence and kick everything under the picnic table next door, and start packing everything into my pockets when I hear my freidn grunting and screaming. He's trying to carry the keg himself! ACK! Once again hop the fence and help him hurl it over, then we get on the other side and while I continue to pack stuff he lopes off with the keg. I run and catch up, so here we are looking like thugs runnin down the alley with a keg and pockets full bottles and everything. Cops flying by with lights blazin and the don't even bat and eye when the pass us. Ahhhhhhh memories! dunno what brought that one on, but hey its kewl.

So this put a smile on my face

Stop and pick up your phone and try this. It only takes 20 seconds and no
matter how hard a day you may be having, if nothing else, it will bring a
smile to your face.

1. Call Deutsche Bank / National Discount Brokers at 1-800-888-3999.

2. Listen to ALL of the options (it only takes a moment).

3. After hearing the 7th option, press 7 and listen.

So the company screwed me and killed our email team and threw us back on the phones which wasn't the drama fest I expected, we handled it maturely and with dignity. The whines were contained to behind hands. Anywho I just got a call right now, and well it was a bit funny cuz I wasn't able to contain the sarcasm, poor fool. He was complaining about how he couldn't connect, no prob and he starts babbling about a hardware failure so I'm like, sweet easy peasy. He starts on his bitch fit and totally says he wants to cancel his account blah blah blah. What ever I just let him ramble on as we begin the trouble shooting process. Then I perk up for this question.

“Do you get a lot of calls from people who can't connect?”

BUH?!?!???
I coughed and thought I didn't hear it right,
Excuse me I say…he repeast the above question.

Then before I can contain it my response is formed and verbalized.

“Well uhh, yeah…we kinda do I mean, it is after all technical support.”
*slight pause hoping for him to clue in, nothing*
“I mean it's not like the guys who can connect call me to tell me they are ok.”
*mute and laughter as me and the people around me promptly laugh our asses off*

I coulda kissed this guy he gave me my first real smile of the day. But yeah he still cancelled his account even though we deduced it was an OEM issue and he was on a 60 day free deal. People Go figure.

So yeah I'm back to my trippy wierd dreams. WheW! I was getting so tired of the deep, though provoking dreams. I need some sort of simplicity. Including the fuzzy sky blue alligator who banished me to hell, or the black frog who brought me to redemption, he called himself Mahatma Froggis Noggis.

See that is a normal dream, taking place on a nifty techni color landscape, complete with the odd Cow sitting on their stall philosophying about stuff. Don't ask me to make sense of it, I'm just amazed that I can understand the moos. Hey you would be too as well, but that shock passes when you realize that people are randomly taking chunks outta buildings and eating them, appearantly ginger bread is a lot studier than we once thought. Oh well off to do the tech thing on the phones *grumble*

They killed out email team and forced us all to pretend we like people again. EEP! Ah well have a good one kiddos.

This is my answer to 's rant you can read it HERE!

Talk about aggravating, kinda reminds me of HS ya know? Yer standards for dating fell as you got older, wait, they continue to fall as you grow older *wink*. Anywho, you wouldn't date anybody who wasn't gorgeous and as things progressed you didn't mind a couple pimples, so you didn't mind glasses. Soon you don't mind that growth on their neck, or that nervous twich which could knock you unconcious if you sit on the wrong side of them. ANd finally all you care about is if they are breathing!

Yeah pretty much the same thing with customers. You start all bright eyed and bushy tailed and get miffed if they don't know their computer as well as you do. Soon, you just want them to realize what software of yours they are using, and so begins the decent. It's OS, that failing you pray they know the difference between a power button and a reset button. You move on to where is right now. But I've reached the point to where if they can laugh at my lame jokes and follow directions without asking me to repeat them 50 bazillion times I don't mind helping them. OS be damned! Just be pleasant and don't mutter under your breath about how the last tech tried this, I'm sure he did, but he didn't rip out what I'm about too
*muha*

ANywho I feel yer pain Liquid!
I'm going to be holding a candlelight vigil outside our call center soon, for out lost humanity and tolerance. *wink*

So last night was a restless night, and I had major issues with trying to sleep. I couldn't do it no matter what I tried. It was horrid and all I could do was stare at the ceiling or at the TV screen while it was off hoping, praying that sleep would come. Tossing and turning, and finally resigned to no sleep I would pass out at unexpected times. On the living room floor, in the hallway, sitting on my kitchen counter while waiting for my food to cook. Each time it was a variation on the same dream.

I was wandering around a city with the same group of people. My friend Stephanie, Josh, my ex fiance, Shaunna, and . As conversations began and ended we would change to different stages of life, often reflecting what we were talking about. Such as sharing a childhood memory, you would look at the speaker and they would look like as I would imagine them at that age. Talking of the future, how I would imagine them looking in the future. Conversations ranged from the mundane to deep rooted convictions we may hold. The whole time we kept moving though, never satying put at all always moving, like we were running from something. Every once in a while you could feel the hair on the back of your neck rise and you would pick up the pace a bit. Finally with my last hour and a half of sleep my dream ended up with us just running and trying to leave the city, it was like a group decision to leave, but something didn't want us too. Needless to say I woke up as my ex was grabbed by something. ANd my day began.

Wierd dreams, I seem to be having them alot, does that mean something? Or is it just an instance of whoa lay off on something there bucko.

Seems to be an almost constant state of mind for me lately. You can never really tell if you what you see or hear is there or if you are just making it up to amuse yourself. I've caught myself making random comments to statments that haven't been said, I've also found myself trying to explain a random comment or my stream of conciousness commentary as I work. Thats always amusing for my cubicle partner.

I hit a low yersterday as I sat here at my desk. Nobody could cheer me up or even remotely make me give a real honest smile. Then lunch came and things cheered up a bit no idea how or why but it was chill. Day progressed as can be expected while at work. Finally went home and hit the dragon with and assorted friends, so my day so much better. And I actually slept, so I'm purty good today.

Once again our server crashed so here I am bored outta my gourd, but hey you know supposed quick entry which just doesn't seem to want to die. Must needs go home, and now I am invited to the Pulse, ponder should I? Would I? Could I? I feel like a happy lethargic, *chuckle* if that makes any sense. You know like giddy yet lack energy to express it physically. Oh well

I have been having a wierd dream lately, well only twice but it has been the last two nights. I keep dreaming about this blonde lil girl who claims I'm her father. I never see her mother and we are almost never inside we always seem to be walking on a sort of bike path, it kind of reminds me of this hikers trail I walked in the UK near Wokingham. But we always walk along talking about mundane things like school or what she thinks about life. I always wake up when we reach home. The first night she asked if I was mad at her mom, my wife? Last night she asked what if I heard voices. This time I remained in the dream to discuss how she felt about the supposed voices she heard, described it almost like the whispers I have in dreams. You can hear them in the background, but when you try and focus on them they grow faint or stop altogether. I dunno, this was just a wierd dream and figured I should share with everybody, wierd huh?

Ah well time to pretend I like work. As I listen to Daft Punk it rminds me of the time I held people at work hostage with it for 8 hours straight. *muha* I am EEEEEEEEEEEEVVVIIIIIIIILLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!

Confusion runs rampade through my head, as do thoughts of sleep and how I really would like some. There is plenty of spacpretend like I know anything. But I gotta and time to be filled by, “What am I doing here?” I don't wanna be at work and I sure as hell don't wanna pretend like I know what these people are tlaking about, know what I mean?

I think the part that scares me the most is I'm like being able to understand stupid. The most useless and uninformative email seems to almost make sense to me now. It's like I've grown clairvoyant for idiots and only idiots. *chuckle* Yeah I'm fearul of what this could mean to me, or even my health. Oh well just keep going and hope its not habit forming I suppose.

Heh, while writing this entry I found this:
Death of a PS.
Yeah I like it, good way to burn some stress. I think this would be a perfect ad campaign for EB to sell the “no questions asked” warrenty. Yeah by bee sell that Extended Warrenty.

ANd then there are days where I just want to ask people this, click here

I admit I'm one of those gung ho, interneters, but some people just nee to unplug ya know?

Oh well enough from me pay attention to someone else for a while.

Here are my Personality Test results.

Thanx

Your view on yourself

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener; they'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

The type of girl/boyfriend you are looking for.

You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship.

You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

The seriousness of your love.

You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

The right job for you.

You have many goals and want to achieve as much as you can. The jobs you enjoy are those that let you burn off your considerable excess energy.

How do you view success?

You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

What are you most afraid of?

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

Who is your true self?

You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

You ever just get that urge to just jump up and dance? I mean your sitting there at work doin yer job and listening to yer toons, and then this song comes on and you got yer feet tappin and yer head boppin. The next logical step would be to just jump out of yer chair and make a sad attempt at looking kewl with yer lame dancing right?

Well I'm this close to doing such a thing. I can feel the urge within my body. At all my past jobs I had no qualms about dancing and such when ever I felt like jumping around like a fool, I would. Now in this totalitarian job I feel repressed and all I can do is wave my arms wildly, bob, my head, and tap my feet. For now that will have to do I suppose.

But some how it just lacks the total and insane pleasure of dancing like a fool. Granted my dancing always makes me look foolish, but its still fun to pretend I know how to move rythmically. Well I can it just looks like convulsions. I'm sure there is a dance style that I can use this talent to great effect I just have yet to find it or see it anywhere. Appearantly looking like you've just eatin bad chicken is not a pleasing dance. But it can be, and might be theraputic for those who suffered food poisoning at one point in time. Well better end this ramble and get back to work. *sigh*