Life is frustrating.

So lately I’ve been busy dealing with an absolutely crazy amount of insanity. Seriously. It is ridiculuos.

But I really don’t feel like going into that right now, so we’ll talk about something else.

Well my new job is going well. I finally have an office and should be getting my first pay check soon, so it is feeling more normal. My office is actually pretty nice. Small, but nice. I have a lovely view of the parking garage through my windows, and spacious desk. I even have a portable whiteboard thing. Very handy for when I’m trying to decide the best way to make something work (like a webpage or whatever).

But it doesn’t have anything on the walls (other than scuff marks) so I went out today to try to find something cheap to put up. We (my brother and I) started by going to a church yard sale. One of those fund raising things. Normally those make awesome yard sales, but this one was just plain crappy. A bunch of trash. Like literally. Trash. Stuff that should’ve just been thrown away. So we gave up on that and eventually went to Goodwill (took a bit to find it..). Again, horrible disappointment. In addition to smelling like a grandma (who died last week and hasn’t been discovered yet), the selection was terrible. Their electronics section consisted of empty shelves, an old typewriter, and random parts from random devices, none of which would be remotely useful on their own. And they only had like 5 pictures and they were awful. Even the book selection was terrible. They only had like two bookshelves, and they were built into the wall so they weren’t even very big.
Speaking of their books, they had a funny sign up. If I weren’t feeling so lazy, I’d put up the picture I took of it. It looked something like this:


We listened to your comments!

Well there was some more on the sheet after that, but it took some thinking to figure out why they might possibly have headlined the document with the word “oops”. It makes it sound like they messed up by listening to the customers or something.

Anyways. So in addition to the artwork for the wall, I’ve been looking for a coin bank. I forgot my piggy bank at my old house, and so I need a new coin bank to keep my change in. No luck so far. Wal-Mart didn’t have any. Target didn’t have any. Goodwill didn’t have any (okay they had one.. but it was atrociously ugly and was missing the little rubber thing at the bottom that keeps the change from falling out). That yard sale didn’t have any. So I decided to go to the antique mall downtown. It was closed! The freaking place closes at 5:30pm every day! What the crap! So I either have to run there after work and franctically search for a coin bank, or wait until next Saturday. Freak. So frustrating. I had forgotten how annoying it is working till 5pm and having everything closed by the time you get the chance to go and.. uhh.. go there.

So I decided to work on my car some. By work on my car, I mean clean it. It was gross. Very gross. You know that lever thing by the steering wheel that you use to switch gears? It was literally coated in this thick layer of grime. Disgusting. The whole car was pretty gross. Obviously no one had cleaned it while I was gone. So I got it looking a lot nicer. Removed my sister’s Care Bears from the rear-view mirror. Removed my mom’s Minnie Mouse antenna topper. Cleaned the bugs off of the headlights. The normal stuff.

Did I tell you about Joey’s truck? Funny stuff. See Joey wanted a sun roof in his truck, but didn’t want to pay a lot for it. He decided was going to go to the junk yard and see if there was something decent he could pull for a good price, but he got impatient before he got the chance and ended up cutting a hole in his roof. Using a Rubbermade lid as a template. Seriously. He just whipped out the Skilsaw (or whatever he used) and put a nice big hole in his roof. But he’s a smart guy, so he went and bought himself some plastic to cover it up when it rains. Unfortunately, he didn’t finish the bolting process before a nice big storm rolled in and, while he was out driving, a gust of wind ripped the plastic right off and left him stuck. In the rain. With a hole in his roof. Funny stuff. He tells the story better.

So I sent off the paperwork for my CWP (concealed weapon permit) a few days ago. Amazingly easy to get. SC requires an 8 hour class (basically on whatever the teacher wants to teach about guns and gun law), a written test that any idiot can pass (70% is passing), and a range test that even I passed with a 98% (70% passing). Please note that that was the first time I had shot a gun of any kind in at least 3 years (probably closer to 5, but not positive). So again, anyone (barring physical disabilities) should be able to pass that test. So basically it just cost time and $50. And now I wait a month or two for the permit to arrive in the mail. It is kind of nice because they are legally obligated to give me the permit. Sure, they’ll run a background check and all that, but I’ve never even gotten a ticket so no problems there. Interesting side note, in SC if you have ever had 6 traffic tickets in a 5 year period during anytime of your life, then you are not eligible for a CWP. Weird, huh? Must be some kind of correlation to crime or something.

Anyways. Thats that.

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