Easy Timmy and His Wiggling Bum, Part I

Status Report

Wearing: Not a damn thing. I’m naked. HAPPY NAKED FRIDAY! …Okay, actually, I have a blanket wrapped around me. But, that’s it, I swear!

Feeling: Like I should warn everybody about the potential nudity in this entry. I haven’t decided.

WinAmp is playing: Criminal – Fiona Apple

Last ate: Meatloaf and mashed potatoes. Eh. The grilled Blimpie Best I had for lunch was better. *drools*

Entry Start Time: 7:52 PM

Based on Esther’s “Senses”.

Ah. Naked Friday. *hugs Naked Friday* My weekly celebration of the human body. Namely – MINE! *wiggles his tush* My tush is… something. I haven’t decided what it is. Hmm. Why don’t you decide?

Oh wow. I just mooned everybody. *pauses* I feel like I should care. Should I care?

Nah.

*wiggles his bum at OD again*

Okay, okay, I’ll stop wiggling my bum at everybody. There might be small children around the computer. OHNODON’TWANTSMALLCHILDRENSEEINGTIMMYWIGGLINGHISBUM. Wee.

…

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be writing an entry here. An entry. What’s an entry? A thingie on OD with words. Wait, isn’t that a note? An entry is .. something longer than a note. Is that someone’s endless front page? No.. An entry is.. Something with an entrycode. Yes. That seems like a definitive definition, which includes the null definition of a fucked up diary.

Yeah.

It’s another rainy day. Seems like whenever I’m driving, it’s raining. Or foggy. Or.. weather I wouldn’t want to open my window up and have my arm out for. My rear wiper is shot. Literally. It was cracked and coming apart before. I need to get a new one. The right wiper blade is going. The only good one left is the left one. Which – really – is the only one you need. But, considering how the summer is going to be going, I should replace all the wipers. Or at least replace and keep the third for when I need to replace the left one. 😛 That’s the Scottish thing to do.

I like my job. I went to work today. What do I do? Um. Whatever they want me to do. Oh, and if anybody’s wondering, I’m not going to give out the name of the company. It sounds like something out of Office Space. I can probably say that I work for Republicans, and I wouldn’t be that far off. They’re nice people. Pay is good. There’s a timeclock and I punch in, but it doesn’t matter if I’m late. All that matters is that you’re there and you accomplish something. I’m also very good at not being too eager to leave. Case in point – Mary told me a couple times today that I could leave whenever I wanted. When she left at 3 PM, she told me to leave by 3:30. *laughs* She originally scheduled me to work from 8 – 4:30, but I’ve never worked that long.

Ah yes, Mary. You know the joke about how Dick Cheney runs the country? I’m starting to think it’s true. Denis is the President of the company. He’s a nice guy and seems competant. But, it’s clear Mary does all the work. Denis is just there as a formality. A figurehead. Someone to make the really big decisions that don’t really matter. The guys downstairs (the engineers) know how to do their jobs. I remember one of the guys telling me that I’m smart for going into CS, because engineers reach their peak fast. *laughs*

Anyway, Mary runs the company. When Dad was telling me about the company, he explained that people didn’t have set jobs because it was a small company. Mary’s the Business Manager. She’s the Personal Manager. Basically, if you have a question about anything in the company, she’s the person you’d ask. And while I’m sure the guys downstairs have their own opinions about her, she’s a nice lady. Actually, I know they respect her because they check up on her. She has MS, like my mom. I’m seeing more of the management – worker relationship now.

Mary kept me an entra half hour today before lunch, on company time, just talking to me. She’s the type of person that will keep talking if you don’t open your mouth. There are few convenient breaks where she waits for you to say something. She gave me some advice which amused me: Live with your parents as long as possible and save your money. *laughs* She said she waited like three years before getting married because they wanted to make sure they could afford the lifestyle they wanted. Car insurance. Electric bill. Food. Stuff costs money. What do I pay for? Um, gas? I pay for fun. I pay for toys, and not just sex toys. *laughs* Paying for anything my parents would otherwise pay for rubs me the wrong way. *smiles* And while you might think I’m taking advantage of them, I’m not. My parents like paying for things. I don’t really ask for much, anyway. They give me gas money, every now and then. I always keep the change, for anything.

Suddenly, I don’t feel like making fun of Wendi for living at home for so long.

Working in a small company like this, I’m seeing what “real work” is. Not that I’m doing anything life-imperative. I took times for a module. It was really monkey work, but you still have to sit there and record the times. I’ve spent the last two work days crunching the numbers in Excel. We laughed at Brady when he made us spend a marking period coding in Excel. But, sure enough, I’ve already learned more about Excel than I ever learned in that class. Just, stuff. I almost stayed late today trying to get some nice Gaussian curves. I finished, thankfully, but I don’t even know if it’s what they want. Still, I did it for myself. If you can believe it.

I was told lunch is a half hour, but I’ve been averaging 40 minutes. Mary doesn’t mind. She told me to take my time. Two weeks ago, I had never set foot inside a Blimpie or Subway. Today, I am a Blimpie covert. I’ve ordered the grilled beef, turkey, and cheddar, subsequently creaming my pants each time. Oh my diddley, that shit is SOO GOOD. I had a grilled Blimpie Best today, for a change of pace. I had a bite before filling my drunk. I moaned goodness. The lady at the counter who’s always there when I come in smiled.