My 300th Post

Life's been a bit strange, especially at work. I've been writing up procedures for the stuff I do and it such a pain. I realize that it will be very helpful for the person coming in but its just so, blegh! I feel like I should be doing something. I'm not going to be anywhere near done my project by Saturday. I'm not sure its really sunk into my brain that I'm actually leaving. I've been going there for more than 3 years and doing the same job every day. It struck me this passed week that I have all kinds of knowledge that will soon be totally useless to me. I was getting a Reserve article for a girl who told me she was looking for a Sociology article and gave me part of the title of the book it was from. I rattled off the instructor's name, the course number and the articles title and went right to the shelf and pull it for her. I can do that with hundreds of items in that collection and soon its not going to matter. It just seems so strange. Not bad, just odd.

I went into my new employer's on Thursday to drop off some paperwork and got to see where I'll be working. I'm going to have this huge corner desk, and a window and a cubicle. And bookshelves, lots and lots of bookshelves. Its pretty shiny. I mean the cubicle's a little sketchy but I'll put up pictures and it'll be fine.

On the home front, I'm finally feeling like I'm starting to dig myself out of the mess that just seemed to happen in February. I'm pretty much caught up on the dishes (one of the banes of my existence) and took out the recycling on Monday. I also put a "No flyers" sign on our mailbox in an effort to curb the paper coming into the house. I'm going to tackle the bathrooms today. I feel like the house is starting to look pretty good. I'm sure that there are those who would heartily disagree but I'm not a housekeeper. I've got way more important, fun things to do than to spend all my time cleaning. My mom has a magnet that says, "Only boring women have immaculate houses" and I'm definitely not boring.

Anyway, I guess I should turn up the hurtin' music and get to it. But before I do that, I'll leave you with some lyrics:

Intentional Heartache
by Dwight Yoakam

She drove South I-95 straight through Carolina
She didn’t use no damn map to find her way
She pulled off on the state route just north of Charlotte
And took mostly country roads the rest of the day

She said I’ll give him an intentional heartache
That’ll hurt a lot worse than the one that he left in me
Would you all step back so a girl might could get started
And he won’t have to look twice to see

She drove up across the yard and though his momma’s garden
Didn’t touch the brakes, she slammed right into his Chevrolet
Tossed out his clothes, boots, bud cap, and signed Dale Jr. poster
Then shot the whole mess neon green with a can of Dupont spray

(Repeat Chorus)

She said I’ll give you an intentional heartache
That’ll hurt a lot worse than the one that you left in me
And tell your little tramp to step back so your ex wife can get started
And you won’t have to look twice to see

Just watch this
Then she sprayed that Bud cap bright green
Said Connie put that can of spray paint down
Just watch this
Then she pulled them Nocona boots out, sprayed them neon too
Put the can down Connie
She give it hell with that can of spray paint
He kept yelling at her just put the can down
So she sprayed him
Then she did a dance on top of that Dale Jr. poster
Just kind of a hoochie coochie
Alright Connie
He said I saw you Connie, now put it down
Just watch this, she run over to the passenger side of that Monte Carlo
And she sprayed tramp
On the hood on the back of the house
We tried to call her sister
What was that girls name
Said you gotta come get this girl
Nancy, I think
She said watch this
Said Lookee here lookee here, watch this
She run that girl back up on the porch
Screamin' at her tramp this
Oh yeah
She give him an intentional heartache
Alright, alright Connie I heard you
His momma was crying in there on the phone
His daddy said
I told you that girl was gonna get like that
She said watch this, here