I distinctly remember walking from the far reaches of the parking lot to the GE plant, and suddenly realizing that I enjoyed my job. The work was fun and varied (hardware AND software!) and my co-workers were pretty darn cool. In fact, a few of us started a band together and played, as I recall, exactly one gig - at a department party.
Anyway, the reason I was surprised that I liked my job is because I had come from another position that I rather detested, but the job did have its memorable and fun points. For example, some co-workers and I were leaving work one day to find that an inconsiderate jerk had parked quite close to my buddy's car - so close that he couldn't get in the door. Our "fun!" solution was to pick up his car (it was small) and move it head-to-tail between two trees. Hehe.
Speaking of pranks, after we'd moved back to this part of the country, and another GE buddy had moved to Cincinnati, I decided to call him to see "what's up". But I didn't identify myself when I left a message on his voicemail; instead, I told him that there was a problem with his tax return, and he should call the IRS at {my phone number}. He never called back, strangely enough! However, I did receive a phone call from the IRS a few weeks later. PRANK. BACKFIRED. I avoided them for a while, but then realized the crime must be confessed. I told Miss IRS that it was just a joke and that he was supposed to call ME, not THEM. She actually thought it was funny, and I wasn't arrested.
Although Husband says that I could get back into the field if I wanted to, I really don't think so; I've been out too long, and I've forgotten nearly everything I knew (except V=RI).
Oh - but here's some exciting news about something that I remember how to do! Exactly one week from today, I will get to play this beast for fun:
(St. Joseph Cathedral Fritts organ, Columbus, Ohio)
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My name was next on the list. Totally random! It's weird!
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Hi Tom Servo,
Thanks for stopping by. Love your show!
Mary needs to take a composition class to figure out how to reduce the use of "I" when writing. Drives me nuts!
"""I""" hate narcissism.
Four-of-seven has just noted that the word "narcissism" has two "i"s in it. Heh.
Interesting that you can recall your dreams in such organized clarity and detail.
I rarely recall dreams and, when I do, they turn out to be scenes of disjointed nonsense...
Example:
I was walking down the street and the bus had a sandwich. So I decided to eat some garbage and the ceiling fixture laughed. The sticker at the art gallery said grandma was coming over to fix the air conditioner, however she didn't arrive because the lawn mower was stuck in the toilet. Gilligan and the Skipper then gave me directions to the underground parking lot as I had to buy some groceries. Mr. and Mrs. Howell greeted me upon arrival and told me to photocopy my driver's license because the circus was in town....
Stuff like that.
My dear TH2, I didn't mean to imply in any way that I have coherent dreams. Mine are sooooo similar to your hilarious example. "Going back to work" is really all I have that makes sense -- in the dream I often pull into a parking lot that slopes greatly, and you have to sort of "climb" to the building....if that gives you any idea about how my poor sleeping brain functions.
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