What really jogs my mind

DWest is one tough cookie. He's suppose to come back already. Yeah boy! I feel bad for Wally. He's having a great year and he pretty much has to be traded from a contender to a team out of the playoff hunt. It's a business though. I guess. Not much team loyalty or player loyalty anymore.

I wish you would come over to hang out after your meeting tomorrow. It's so close!!!!

I had to dry myself off with a towel yesterday at the Y, because someone thinks it's funny to take the towel out of my car without replacing it or letting me know.

I lost a very special coin to me at the Y without even knowing it, but luckily it was placed on a table where I usually sit. You might be saying how special can it be if you lost it and you didn't even know? Well I didn't know I was carrying, for one. It was in my car and I must have grabbed it and put it in my pocket at the last second, before going into the Y. Then when I was leaning back in this really comfy chair it must have fell out of my pocket. So, thanks to whoever you are. It means a lot. Weird that it's the same day I forgot my cell phone. Glad nothing else bad happened or did it and I still don't know?

I hate listening to the same story twice. Tell everyone who walks in the same story, so that by 9:00 I've heard the same story ten times. I try to come up with different things to say to people so I'm not repeating myself. Or at least have the decency to not talk where the entire room of people can hear me.

I'm tired of doing everything when everyone else is busy talking and chit-chatting.

I hate when you are totally joking and the person you're talking to knows it and they respond with a serious remark, like saying you were wrong and that this is the right way to do something and it's like calm down I know this too, you could have just went along with me. Amuse me.

I wish I could leave you sticky notes of all the things I would like to say to you. Or get a girlfriend where I can hide them places. Like on the mirror when she wakes up, or next to her pillow stuff like that.


Dream Fast Food Meal under three dollars: Jr Cheeseburger Deluxe, small chili, small fry, and a water.


I am a people watcher.

Smart Choice Award of the Day: I go get lunch and sit next to a woman with five kids under the age of five, what a break from my job that was.

Then if that wasn't enough I sat across from a weird looking woman who talked to herself the entire time. Then get this, I was walking out and I seen her sitting on a bench and she was holding a stuffed animal like it was a real baby, patting it's head and cooing it and everything. It was freaky!!!

I want to own my own business, delegate everything to responsible, hand-picked people and just s how up when I want to make sure things are running smoothly. That would be awesome.

I wish the list made a difference.

No one reads this. I might just quit. I didn't think I'd last this long anyways, at least not this consistently. Putting my thoughts, ideas, and randomness out there for the world. I enjoy it, but what's the point if I don't have an audience?

It must be cool to have a job where you can go home on your break. Even in college I'd have to stay three hours, just wto wait for my next class. That really sucked, I wish I was able to drive home but there was no point. Some days I got to play basketball at least though. I was in 6 semesters of volleyball and went to every class (more than the real people in it) yet never got any actually credit for it. That was awesome. One semester, I only showed up to my math class to take the quiz's and tests. That's a big deal to me, because I never missed any other classes in my life.

I can't stand people who smell or are wearing over powering perfume that at any amount still wouldn't smell good.

I hate when people are late especially to a meeting or if they are disorganized, especially the people who are putting on the damn meeting/training.

I always think I'm retarded until I go to a training and in a room full of people and even though I'm nervous and scared I still know what I'm suppose to do and 75% of the rest of the room are clueless. Man does that make me feel good.

God I hate this. I hate sitting here. Someone shoot me. A room full of 13 women I have nothing in common with. That's how I felt earlier today.

I hate professional acting people who just turn it on and off. This is a tricky one because like I'm not referring to people who like work really hard and wear a suit and tie and then go out and party it up. That is cool, that is normal, I envy that. It's hard to explain what I mean, so I'll just end it with that. I'll give it one more crack. There's professional people who do it because it's a job, it's what they like to do, then there are some that are just completely fake. I don't know. I still don't think I hit on what I really mean.

I feel cheated.

I'm here for the kids. I have to keep telling myself that.