Old Pics

These are a few pictures that are a bit older (like earlier this month) but I didn't post them yet so enjoy!

My Boredom

I've slacked a bit in writing, mostly due to work scheduling, and the crappy wireless internet offered by my hotel. I have a bit of time right now, I suppose I should give a bit of information about me lately.

My lack of interest in this city is really quite pitiable. There is nothing to do around here, and if I found something to do, my motivation would require something major for me to get off my butt and go do it.

I really hate to say how bad I hate this job (Pennsylvania). I sit here and click the refresh button on my e-mail page and wait for someone to write. There's noting more exciting than watching the page load and hoping for even something such as a newsletter or junk mail to appear so I can either zap it down to the trash, or maybe even read it to give me something to do. Staring out the window is another past-time of mine. Watching the clouds, noticing people pass by, small things. I notice the indian lady walk to a part of the decking at least twice a week and lay out towels on the brown boards, spreading out thin lentil crackers for the Indian Grill. The grill is connected to the hotel and not half bad.

Indian food is not something I enjoy for the most part, but last night I decided to live a little and after dragging my brother out of bed, we wandered down to the elegant little resturaunt and glanced at the menu. I only knew one thing on there: chicken tikka. I'd heard about it on movies and various other sources, and assumed "safe eating" so on with the order "chicken tikka please". The waiter brought some lentil crackers and chutney assortment. They were all very strong and spicy, some better than others, but my favorite was a tomato based chutney with onions in it. The chicken tikka arrived steaming violently and smelling very good on a bed of onions, peppers, and tomato. The other plates were filled with rice, and a sauce (gravy as the waiter called it). It all was pretty tolerable and the chicken itself was pretty tasty. After a huge meal (enough food for 4 people) I decided to head to the bar right next door for a beer.

The door that exits the Indian Grill actually enters the bar, and it wasn't hard to find a seat away from the patrons that were already drunken and loud. I sat, ordered a Bud Light and lit a cigarette. This was the boring part of the night, as I sat and had another Bud, I thought about my current situation and how lame everything is going with the job. I'm never sure who to believe, as everyone lies and hides things. I thought about this for a bit finished my 2nd beer and was about to pay, but I had no cash. This normally wouldn't be a problem because I have a debit card, but the bartender failed to mention before that there's a 10 dollar minimum tab before they accept debit/credit transactions (due to fee for business)(damn those indian owners pinch pennies). He asked me to drink a third which would raise my tab to six bucks, and then he'd run it anyway. I ate two pretzels and downed my glass and was out the door.

Today was a new day, but it's all the same shit. I have to do laundry still and it's close to 2pm. I'm not motivated today either. I've been messing with the car, as I need new tires on it, and it backfired once so I'm scared that the intake/cat is clogged. I'm bored as hell... can anyone help me?

I'm distracted from this lovely plot
As my fingers decipher my brain's language
Mind is taking it's own walk from reality
Eyes trace the path of destruction
Gathering the feeling of seclusion
Avoiding the lies and deception
Longing for the slightest touch
I lay my head down to rest
Away from this world I float
If only for a second
Here now
Gone

Sunrise

This is one of the pictures of the sunrise I took.. Nothing much to write about lately. Life is boring.

-Matt

The Work Cronicles: Part I - After My Nap

Part I: After My Nap (McDonalds Incident)

After waking up at 1am, I sat around and drank some nasty hotel coffee from the pot that makes approximately 7oz of gross coffee from one of those packet-type filters with coffee grounds in it. Though it was strong, it tasted as if someone left out the "coffee" flavor from it. Oh well, what a way to start the day.

I talked to Stephanie online for a bit, won at a game of cribbage, and smoked her at a game of yahtzee. Smoking and playing games goes hand-in-hand, especially with a cup of coffee, and I had only one Marlboro 100 left. Somewhere in-between my card game and smoking my brother had woken up and he also, only had one cigarette left, so now was as good a time as any to stock up and get some food in our systems. I would find this would be the start of the problems (dum Dum DUMMMM).

It didn't take long to cruise around at 2am and see which lights were on, and what businesses were open. It seemed that there was a 24 hour McDonalds open, and I immediately drove into the drive-thru. My brother spouted his order of: a number 6 meal, with unsweetened tea, and 2 double cheeseburgers. I followed with a number 5 and sweetened tea. The little voice that spoke through the speaker replied. "We have a late night menu, and double cheeseburgers aren't on that menu." This immediately pissed off my brother. "Forget them then!" he replied. "Okay, forget the doubles." I said. "The chicken sandwich isn't on the late-night menu either." The little box from the menu said. "Fuck this place" my brother mumbled. The lady from behind the mic at McDonalds told me to drive around after I told her to drop the whole first part of our order, and I pulled around. I forgot to remember that I'm in the north, they have no clue what sugar+tea equals. I had gotten unsweetened tea, and my brother nothing. He was throwing his little fit, and for some unknown reason, starving himself, because he wouldn't order anything. Next for the gas-station.

The gas station was right across the street. I pulled in, leaving the car running, and asked Mike; "Do you want some food from here?". "No." he replied. I really wasn't sure what to do. I looked around, and noticed that cigarettes were $40.00 a carton. "Geez, that's high." I said. Mike replied with a mumbled answer telling me how dumb I was for not getting some in Tennessee, and that I should've listened to everyone instead of being stupid. I was fed up at this point. I went into the store, got a few cheese danish to eat with my coffee, and payed for 4 packs of smokes and headed out. I offered Mike my food on the way back to the room, but when he passed this time, I decided to eat it and not say a word. On the way up I told him that we might not even get to go out for lunch, just depending on if the project manager at Lowes will open the doors for us at lunch time. "If they don't I'll break the fucking door and leave, then quit!" he grumbled angrily.

This leaves me here, now; writing this in my blog. I'm really not sure how things will work out, but hopefully they do, or I may be home sooner than I think.
Later today: The Noon Meeting.

The Work Cronicles: Preface

I have read recently about people who wrote about instances at work, and have suffered consequences, even lost their jobs for "blogging" about work, but I'm going to do it anyway, because.... well I think that it could be interesting, and maybe I'll realise something from doing it.

Day 1; Sunday, August 21, 2005:

The drive started at around 2:00am and I headed off towards highway 81, via 40e. As soon as I got onto 81N, I had to turn around, apparently my brother had forgot his shoes, so we couldn't have that. I suppose everything else was much of a blur, driving and driving and driving for eight hours.

We (my brother and I) arrived at around 11:30am at Quality Inns and asked the clerk for their weekly rates. He told us that $350 was the price, we swiped the debit card, and headed out to lunch while they prepared our room.

When we got back from lunch, the cleaner was just starting our room. We had blown at least two hours, and we were still waiting! Not much later, we were headed up to the room and I configured the free "high-speed" internet with my wireless card, and headed to the INTERNET.

I took a nap at 2pm and slept until about 1am. (rough eh?)

This is a pretty boring day as you can see..... hopefully something better soon!

Uncertainty

We only know as humans that everything is uncertain. When events will occur such as rain, blackouts, pregnancy, sickness, and death, we cannot predict the outcome of such actions. We can only guess and then, we may still be made wrong. It may only be said that the one certain thing is death, yet we still will never know exactly when.

Normality

I sometimes sit here and wonder exactly what is normal? I cannot comprehend anymore what this means. I used to think that someone could be normal, but we all are so completely different, or maybe the same. Maybe we're all normal somehow. Are we that much different in the way we dress? Sure there's people who wear dark clothes, trench-coats or maybe bright pink shirts, three-piece suits and neck-ties. Does this classify one as abnomal because they aren't wearing jeans and a tee-shirt?
What is normal?