The First Day of the Rest of My Life

Thursday, June 19, 2003

First off, a big welcome to my newest regular reader, Kat! My own novel, huh? Lord knows if I could put up with me for 300 pages, much less anyone else. ;)

So today was an interesting day. Suzanne came into town. She came to the station and I gave her a tour around my little workplace, even introduced her to Eric, who stammered a little bit when he realized just who she was. I swear, if he was any more obvious about knowing the things I type about her, there would have been no end to the slapping I would have gotten from her. Anyway, Suzanne and I had lunch, then went to the crib. I needed sleep, she needed a place to hang until a seminar she was going to this evening to learn about becoming a special ed teacher. It was nice, we just hung out talking about different things while I drifted in and out of sleep.

Tuesday saw an interesting occurence. A lunch outing with a female co-worker. Her and I met for Greek food and talked for about two or three hours. Interesting thing, though... I found myself trying to get in a word or so in between her talking, she seemed to totally dominate the conversation. Can't really say I got to know her THAT well in the time we talked, mostly going over just basic stuff (how many siblings, where did you go to school, et cetera). I called her earlier tonight to see how she was doing, she didn't answer. Hopefully this will lead to some interesting experiences.

Here's something that you folks may want to check out. Apparently, a person's music preferences reveals a great deal about his or her personality. Go here to check out a study done at UT, as well as a test to figure out what sort of personality type you are. (Though, if you need a test like this to figure it out, sounds like you need help...)

Tuesday, June 17, 2003

I came to a conclusion today. I've tried to run from this fact throughout most of high school and all of college, but I think I've come to a painful acceptance of something that pretty much sums up who I really am, and not the person I try to portray to others.

I'm shy.

Here's how I found this out tonight. I was out at a local music venue, enjoying their weekly Swing Night. Free lessons, followed by a band of some swing variety. (Tonight, the Bop Kings, a pretty decent little rockabilly band. My only complaint: they used a drum machine, which is blasphemous to people like me.) I had gone a couple of times before, the instructors recognized me. The lessons went pretty well, then the actual dance started. That's when I reverted back to my old wallflowerself. The person who I thought I got rid of back in 1994. Only a couple of times did I ask anyone to dance, most of the time, it was me sitting and watching everyone else until some cool gal asked me to dance. When I was dancing, I was actually enjoying myself. But when I was just sitting and watching...well, not so much fun.

I ended up leaving at around 9:30 or so, but I soon had to return (left my tab open at the bar). I got back, closed my tab, and decided to try one last time to salvage the evening. I did get one dance (to Louis Prima's "Just a Gigolo"), but even that wasn't enough. I left again, hung out at my friend John's place, and stood around for a half hour while watching him and his roommate install a car stereo.

Got back here, did some web surfing, installed a new cam that I purchased, then went to (I recently put a profile up, and no, you can't see it.) I looked around for a little bit, then saw the profile of a cute gal whose description I read before (it takes guts to mention you watch Fox News Channel in a personal ad). But then I read the following line:

My turnoffs include road rage, stinky breath, intolerance for others' differences, shyness or lack of self-confidence, arrogance, and being late all the time.

Pretty much the kiss of death for me. I mean, I brush, practice defensive driving, I'm pretty tolerant as well as punctual. But I know if I try to respond, I'll be fighting this shy thing the whole time.

Lord knows I can hide it well sometimes. Just ask a certain smart-ass AP, or any other readers of this blog who actually know me offline. But, for whatever reason, I can't seem to shake it. Any ideas on how I can try?

Monday, June 16, 2003

While leaving a message on a girl's cell phone for a possible lunch outing today, I used the phrase "hit me up on my cell."

I've been grimacing ever since.

So the Spurs are NBA champions. I watched the game last night with a couple of friends. What I wouldn't give to have been there, though...

A quick update of what's been going on since my last regular post. Still have a job, and the shift is still kicking my ass at times. Even worse is when people hear of my shift and say, "I could never do that," or "I hated doing that shift." Yeah, makes me feel a LOT better about my life when I hear that. If only certain people can help me find stimulants to make this shift work easier on me...

I actually got a number for the first time in forever. Last night, after the game, we went to a pool hall for some beers. A girl who was in nurse's scrubs kept looking at me (and I kept looking at her). After a while we got to talking, said I looked like a cousin of hers. After some talk about jobs and stuff, I got her number. Here's hoping I don't screw this one up.

So if you've read the comments, you're aware of a new associate producer that's at the station. She is pretty cute, I must say. Obviously, our resident smart-ass AP is somewhat smitten with her. Hopefully, he'll pull it off, there's not much in the way of intra-office romance at my work. (Which may or may not be a good thing...)

That's all for me... I'll try to put streak together tomorrow.

Thursday, June 12, 2003 it's been a while since I've last blogged. I've just been so damned tired from work that I haven't really been able to put together a quality post. But, thanks to the knowledge that Eric the Smart Ass AP and Pico still care, I'll try to start posting regularly again.

Stay tuned...