Michael Jackson was extremely cute when he was still black. I can't imagine what was going through his mind that messed that up.
I can't think of a single song he or the Jackson Five did that I didn't like. Although I guess I'm one of the four people in America who didn't buy the Thriller album.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Snoring, and Submarines
I finally did what I'd been thinking of doing for a long time. I set my digital recorder to "record" when I went to bed so I could find out if I snore. Man do I snore!!!! I also grunt. I wonder what that's about.
I also wanted to see if there was any indication that I might be suffering from sleep apnea. Unfortunately I'm not real sure what that would sound like. Also, I have a six-hour recording to listen to. So far I've only listened to two hours. I guess I should have thought about that before I recorded myself.
A friend of mine was recently diagnosed with sleep apnea. He said that he was only getting about 1.5 hours of sleep each night. I know I'm getting more than that. Like I said, I've already listened to two hours of the recording. I'll listen to more when I have the time, of course.
I find myself dreaming about submarines a lot. I wonder if this is a Freudian symbol, or something simpler. One online dream dictionary says, "To see a submarine in your dream, indicates that you are cautiously exploring your emotions and examining your unconscious feelings. You still remain guarded about certain emotional issues. Alternatively, the submarine indicates that you need to adapt a different perspective and understanding. You may need to get down to the core of some situation or problem." That works for me. (Whew!)
I really enjoy my dreams. Well, most of them. They're very entertaining. I started blogging about my dreams way back, then realized my mom might read my blog and stopped. (Yes, I'm a wuss.)
I also wanted to see if there was any indication that I might be suffering from sleep apnea. Unfortunately I'm not real sure what that would sound like. Also, I have a six-hour recording to listen to. So far I've only listened to two hours. I guess I should have thought about that before I recorded myself.
A friend of mine was recently diagnosed with sleep apnea. He said that he was only getting about 1.5 hours of sleep each night. I know I'm getting more than that. Like I said, I've already listened to two hours of the recording. I'll listen to more when I have the time, of course.
I find myself dreaming about submarines a lot. I wonder if this is a Freudian symbol, or something simpler. One online dream dictionary says, "To see a submarine in your dream, indicates that you are cautiously exploring your emotions and examining your unconscious feelings. You still remain guarded about certain emotional issues. Alternatively, the submarine indicates that you need to adapt a different perspective and understanding. You may need to get down to the core of some situation or problem." That works for me. (Whew!)
I really enjoy my dreams. Well, most of them. They're very entertaining. I started blogging about my dreams way back, then realized my mom might read my blog and stopped. (Yes, I'm a wuss.)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Tired again, and Burger King, and Flies
Every day at work I think about the things I want to do when I get home. Every night when I get home I'm too tired to do any of it. I don't even blog because, when I finally get to the computer I can barely keep my eyes open.
After our classroom training we started "transition." That means we take live calls with a lot of "back up" (a lot of people to help us). We also changed from a 7 a.m.-3.45 p.m. schedule to a 11:30 a.m. to 8:15 p.m. schedule. When I get home it's getting dark. I know that's why I'm too tired to do anything - because the sun has gone down. My internal clock says it's time to sleep. Whereas when I was getting home during daylight, my internal clock knew it was not time to sleep. So I could do the things I'd planned to do.
I won't get up early to do anything. I'm not a morning person - never have been - and I still suffer from chronic fatigue. Getting out of bed is still the hardest thing I do every day.
Speaking of work, it's getting better. At first taking live calls caused tremendous fear. It's been a week now, and while I still procrastinate pushing the "Auto In" button on the phone, I'm getting better at dealing with the customers' issues, and I'm not as fearful. (The "Auto In" button is the one that allows calls in the queue to be sent to me.) Still, I'd rather be comfortably rich.
I ate at Burger King tonight. I like Burger King. There isn't one nearby, and I haven't eaten at Burger King in years, but there's one in the city where I now work. So after work I stopped in and bought a Whopper®. It was good, but it could have been better! Next time I think I'll get one of the new sirloin burgers.
I've had a terrible fly problem in my house. I think it's because I feed a stray cat on my front porch, and flies are attracted to the food, and when I open the front door a fly or two will fly in. I had three flying around me and my computer a few minutes ago. I turned off all the lights except in the bathroom. Once I counted three flies in the bathroom, I sprayed insect killer and closed the door. I hope PeTA doesn't find out. I support PeTA, but when they make a big deal out of killing flies, well, . . . . I kill mosquitoes and roaches, too. I wish I didn't have to, but they're nasty, disease-carrying things. Perhaps my spiders will redeem me. I have spiders in several webs in my house. They're not in inconvenient locations, and they help keep the flying insects in check, so I let them be. Yeah, that contributes to my being a lousy housekeeper. But I haven't heard any complaints from the dogs and cats I share the house with.
Going to bed now. G'nite.
After our classroom training we started "transition." That means we take live calls with a lot of "back up" (a lot of people to help us). We also changed from a 7 a.m.-3.45 p.m. schedule to a 11:30 a.m. to 8:15 p.m. schedule. When I get home it's getting dark. I know that's why I'm too tired to do anything - because the sun has gone down. My internal clock says it's time to sleep. Whereas when I was getting home during daylight, my internal clock knew it was not time to sleep. So I could do the things I'd planned to do.
I won't get up early to do anything. I'm not a morning person - never have been - and I still suffer from chronic fatigue. Getting out of bed is still the hardest thing I do every day.
Speaking of work, it's getting better. At first taking live calls caused tremendous fear. It's been a week now, and while I still procrastinate pushing the "Auto In" button on the phone, I'm getting better at dealing with the customers' issues, and I'm not as fearful. (The "Auto In" button is the one that allows calls in the queue to be sent to me.) Still, I'd rather be comfortably rich.
I ate at Burger King tonight. I like Burger King. There isn't one nearby, and I haven't eaten at Burger King in years, but there's one in the city where I now work. So after work I stopped in and bought a Whopper®. It was good, but it could have been better! Next time I think I'll get one of the new sirloin burgers.
I've had a terrible fly problem in my house. I think it's because I feed a stray cat on my front porch, and flies are attracted to the food, and when I open the front door a fly or two will fly in. I had three flying around me and my computer a few minutes ago. I turned off all the lights except in the bathroom. Once I counted three flies in the bathroom, I sprayed insect killer and closed the door. I hope PeTA doesn't find out. I support PeTA, but when they make a big deal out of killing flies, well, . . . . I kill mosquitoes and roaches, too. I wish I didn't have to, but they're nasty, disease-carrying things. Perhaps my spiders will redeem me. I have spiders in several webs in my house. They're not in inconvenient locations, and they help keep the flying insects in check, so I let them be. Yeah, that contributes to my being a lousy housekeeper. But I haven't heard any complaints from the dogs and cats I share the house with.
Going to bed now. G'nite.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Graduation!
I felt so silly sitting there waiting to "graduate." They arranged some chairs in our large break room where we sat to listen to a couple of people talk. I felt like I was waiting for kindergarten graduation. But we did graduate. Five weeks of training behind us. Five weeks of 7:00 a.m. start times behind us. On Monday we don't have to be at work until 11:30 a.m. That will be the first day of a two-week "transition." We will work the phones taking live calls with LOTS of help.
We took more live calls today. I got four or five calls. They were all very easy calls, thank God. No weird stuff. I did have to ask for some help, but not much, and not for every call. I think I may be able to handle this.
We had a big pot-luck lunch that lasted longer than our normal lunch hour (which is actually only 45 minutes). That was nice. Lots of food. Lots of time. Chocolate cake.
I'm glad the week is over. By Friday of each week I'm pretty tired. I catch up on my sleep on the weekend, then I'm good for another week!
My car will be going over 40,000 miles very soon (if it hasn't already - I forgot to check). No, it's not a new car. It's a very old car. It's a 1997 Saturn SW1. As I said in a previous post, I haven't had much need to drive very far from home. Work was close. The town I live in is small. Low mileage. Still, it needs attention. I'm going to keep the oil fresh. I'll take it in for maintenance when it needs it. The severe heat of several Texas summers has taken a toll. I desperately need a new headliner and new sunvisors. And a small bit of the car's body shows some paint issues. Sort of looks like the top layers have been peeling off. It's not too bad, but it's there. I'd love to have a carport, but they cost money to build. I'd plant a big tree for the shade if it weren't inconvenient. I don't have anywhere to plant one that would't affect the driveway or the pipes or the house or whatever. Plus there would be bird poop!
We took more live calls today. I got four or five calls. They were all very easy calls, thank God. No weird stuff. I did have to ask for some help, but not much, and not for every call. I think I may be able to handle this.
We had a big pot-luck lunch that lasted longer than our normal lunch hour (which is actually only 45 minutes). That was nice. Lots of food. Lots of time. Chocolate cake.
I'm glad the week is over. By Friday of each week I'm pretty tired. I catch up on my sleep on the weekend, then I'm good for another week!
My car will be going over 40,000 miles very soon (if it hasn't already - I forgot to check). No, it's not a new car. It's a very old car. It's a 1997 Saturn SW1. As I said in a previous post, I haven't had much need to drive very far from home. Work was close. The town I live in is small. Low mileage. Still, it needs attention. I'm going to keep the oil fresh. I'll take it in for maintenance when it needs it. The severe heat of several Texas summers has taken a toll. I desperately need a new headliner and new sunvisors. And a small bit of the car's body shows some paint issues. Sort of looks like the top layers have been peeling off. It's not too bad, but it's there. I'd love to have a carport, but they cost money to build. I'd plant a big tree for the shade if it weren't inconvenient. I don't have anywhere to plant one that would't affect the driveway or the pipes or the house or whatever. Plus there would be bird poop!
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