A bit of good news yesterday. A long standing work issue that has been plaguing me for months now has been the issue of my overdue promotion. I'm on a career ladder and was thought to be moved up each year like clockwork until I reached the top of my specific ladder (not a terribly great height, but good enough), but on this anniversary there was no advancement to be seen. It's been about four months and nothing until yesterday when it just happened all of a sudden. I figured I'd be happy, and I am, but it really hasn't been the relief and "pshew" moment I was hoping for. I thinks it's because problems/stressors are like sandwiches and my life is like a popular deli. I can finish making one but then I have to truck on to the next before the orders pile up. I never really get to enjoy the finished sandwich. Wow... that was easily the worst analogy I've ever come up with. I guess I just have sandwiches on the brain.
What I was trying to say was that, even though I'm happy and relieved about this raise, it doesn't really give me the warm fuzzies because I see that this money has already been spent on all this stuff that me and The Lady have been working on... mainly house stuff. While this might be a small windfall, is it enough to sort out our money issues? not likely.
If only I had the body to be a stripper. I've said it before, but I suppose there's some erotic niche out there for pale, overweight sci-fi nerd strippers, but I terribly fear that consumer demographic.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
If only to upend my head like a cup and empty its content.
So, I haven't exactly "Blogged" since the heyday of Myspace and my throngs of screaming fans awaiting the digital representation of my musings. Of course, then everyone switched to Facebook and my pulpit was stripped from me, my mute button firmly pressed.
I read some blogs from time to time, most recently The Lady's best friend's blog about her commendable 'year of change' and it got me thinking that I could use a space to ply my mental wares... or make dick jokes, whatever comes first. With that I decided to create an account and start a-typing.
First and foremost on my mind these days is money. Ah, sweet cash and your ever present lack. I could use a great deal more of it, like many I know, but this fact has been a thorn that has been continually pushed deeper and deeper into my side in the last few years. I've had to grow up recently (or, as close as I'm likely to get) and adopt an 'adult' life. I've had to watch my spending, control and work towards the elimination of debt, not hang posters that have beer or bikinis on them and do all sorts of things that usually involved watching copious amounts of Bravo or HGTV. Chief among them were a recent engagement to The Lady and the prospects of a wedding/marriage and family on the horizon. That is what the extra money is for. She thinks we shouldn't have a wedding because we need that money to have kids. Our kids will be expensive because we don't want to give them the kidney disorder that my whole family suffers from (and suffer we do) and that means that we have to do either donor sperm, which is cheaper, or a genetic screening of my own junk to make sure none of the bad ones get through... which is about $20k a pop. So, she's worried about our future.
I know it sounds silly and I'll be asked to turn in what's left of my man card, but I want a wedding. I like weddings. They're fun. I like having all my family around, especially since it doesn't happen that often for me these days. I want them all to see me make her my wife and then get blitzed on champagne in the most romantic and meaningful way possible. Then again, I also want anything that will make The Lady happy. So, I guess I'm torn.
Stupid babies!
I read some blogs from time to time, most recently The Lady's best friend's blog about her commendable 'year of change' and it got me thinking that I could use a space to ply my mental wares... or make dick jokes, whatever comes first. With that I decided to create an account and start a-typing.
First and foremost on my mind these days is money. Ah, sweet cash and your ever present lack. I could use a great deal more of it, like many I know, but this fact has been a thorn that has been continually pushed deeper and deeper into my side in the last few years. I've had to grow up recently (or, as close as I'm likely to get) and adopt an 'adult' life. I've had to watch my spending, control and work towards the elimination of debt, not hang posters that have beer or bikinis on them and do all sorts of things that usually involved watching copious amounts of Bravo or HGTV. Chief among them were a recent engagement to The Lady and the prospects of a wedding/marriage and family on the horizon. That is what the extra money is for. She thinks we shouldn't have a wedding because we need that money to have kids. Our kids will be expensive because we don't want to give them the kidney disorder that my whole family suffers from (and suffer we do) and that means that we have to do either donor sperm, which is cheaper, or a genetic screening of my own junk to make sure none of the bad ones get through... which is about $20k a pop. So, she's worried about our future.
I know it sounds silly and I'll be asked to turn in what's left of my man card, but I want a wedding. I like weddings. They're fun. I like having all my family around, especially since it doesn't happen that often for me these days. I want them all to see me make her my wife and then get blitzed on champagne in the most romantic and meaningful way possible. Then again, I also want anything that will make The Lady happy. So, I guess I'm torn.
Stupid babies!
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