Status Report for 11-11-7

My wank may be coming back. I think I went something like a week and a half. I like keeping track of these things, because statistical data on my sex drive is rather fascinating. Sometimes it’s high. Sometimes it’s low. I think I got my wank back on Friday. I think. I was just waiting for that moment when my penis started calling to me. And it did. And it was good. Good. Same with tonight. Most sexual activities are best when you don’t try to force anything, and just let it happen.

I’m serious!

Anyway.

Feeling better about myself. I have a tendency to be rather hard on myself. Hence why I’ve coined the mantra, “NO HARD-ONS.” Hey, it’s easy to remember. You know, so much of the kind words I’ve gotten over the years have gotten nearly lost in the archives. Here’s some recent ones.

“None of us are perfect. Including you. Stop beating yourself up– you’re growing, which is more than I can say for most men I know.

Last week my therapist handed me a feather. He told me to exchange it for the baseball bat I keep beating myself with. I’m handing it to you now.”

And.

“It’s OK to be where you are today. You don’t have to be a sage. You can just be you.”

Which reminded me of one of my favorite quotes.

“Don’t try to be a great man, just be a man.” – Zephrane Cochrane, Star Trek VII: First Contact

Hrm, I had employment all weekend. I suppose I should spend a word or two talking about it. I usually say to my coworkers, “When I’m not here, I typically don’t think about being here.” So to speak.

I’ve managed to be free of drive-thru lately. Today I spent most of the day expediting on the drive-thru side. I don’t even think I was told to, I just know not everybody checks bags. I had to keep telling Alicia that we were missing things. So on and so forth. I’m no longer as frazzled by large orders in the screen, as long as things to come to me in some semblence of order. Lili’s good about making sense. Other people, my god, don’t give me shit for the next order. I find it rather curious that I can read receipts faster than the screens. Even though it’s the very same shorthand. These shorthands are so abbreviated that it’s like reading a different language.

Past couple days, I’ve been going back and washing dishes whenever possible to be by myself. Given the three-base sink, I get into a rhythm doing it. Heavily annoyed at Nigel for never repeating back orders and subsequently making mistakes. I’ll let it go with Jordan because he doesn’t really make mistakes. In regards to Nigel, Lili said, “I think he has Alzheimer’s.” I suppose that’s funnier if you knew who Lili is. She’s this woman who just absolutely hauls ass. Of course, that’s the reason she loves when I’m around.

Oh, and we got a brand-new line this past week. And it absolutely, positively sucks. Previously all flour tortillas were kept in a steam-filled cabinet. Now they’re all grilled prior to every order. This pads time to orders, in a place that is stereotypically regarded as fast food. (Hey, it is.) We were given special blue gloves to keep us from burning ourselves. To quote the Simpsons,

“The goggles, they do nothing!”

I recall last Thursday, I wore blue gloves AND normal gloves underneath. And it STILL was hot.

I’ve also pointed out that the Steamer is technically no longer a steamer, because there is, in fact, no steam involved anymore. Griller? Whatever. I’m convinced the average customer isn’t going to care either way, and will more than likely be annoyed at the increase in order times.

Also, there’s no goddamn room. The more they overtake the plumbing, the easier it is to stuff up the drain. (Scotty, Star Trek III.)

Oh well.

I’ve pretty much lost interest in my novel. I feel like I can’t write outside of myself – my previous two novels were pretty much all about me, me, me. And it was good stuff! I have only two weeks left to do my research paper. And I have to put together that stupid first aid kit. Ew. I hate annoying projects. I told myself to do it mid-october, but somewhere along the line, I just haven’t gotten around to it.

Hitting the gym in the morning. Another week before me, another blank slate. Let’s see what happens.