I know you have all dreamed about seeing this.

The artwork for The Talented Mr Bigsby Episode 9. Yeah, It’s just THAT awesome.

Hey gang, remember this app? The black numbers are walking, the white are me “jogging”. So tired.

Talented Mr Bigsby Ep 8 artwork. 

So last week my work decided that they needed to shift the weekend delivery drivers around to save money, but here is my problem with that.

Saturday, I show up bright and early, usually around 7 am. I check for any stats or ASAPs that need to get out, then I go grab a cup of coffee. I then grab my delivery for Longview and leave between 8 and 9. Going to Longview is a solid 5, if not more, hours out of my 10 hour day. I get back, then I just wait for any other deliveries.

Now, I show up and there are boxes that need to be delivered, but there is also a volunteer that comes in 90% of the time. Splitting with him means at best a 2 hour delivery route. That’s a whole 3 hours where I have to sit and wait for a delivery.

I absolutely fucking HATE sitting at my job doing nothing. I have to, because I need 20 hours a week to keep my benefits.

Today is the first day without a Waco delivery, so I know I’ll be sitting in the break room reading. Feels like a waste of my time for 10 bucks an hour.

I’m ready to graduate my damn school already.

Ok so I know everyone does that whole bullshit of “it’s the new year and lets make some changes that won’t live past February”.

Not to feel left out, I’ve decided to list a few things that I want to improve on with the new year.

1) Be financially smarter. Really try not to waste money on things that you don’t need, sure a DVD or two ever once in a while, but last month with all those trades? CRAZY! You work a shitty part time job. Put more than 25 lousy dollars away in savings, why not 50?

2) Lose some fucking weight! Jesus, you’re looking worst than Kevin Smith. You know us, we’re tied to our self esteem so improve this and we can start feeling better about ourselves. Then we can think of other reasons why the ladies don’t like us. I’m not talking crazy amounts, just go work out like every other day and stop eating Whataburger/McDonalds.

3) You’re almost 27, it’s time to stop acting like a teenager when it comes to the ladies. I swear to Odin I will kick you in the balls next time you do that shit. I’ll do it, I don’t care who knows.

Alright, time to make 2011 your bitch. Go on, give 2011’s ass a smack. There we go. Didn’t that feel empowering?

I’m really fucking tired of the people in my program who tell me “doesn’t matter what grade you get as long as you pass”. I’m a firm believer in trying to be the best professional I can be, especially when it comes to Health Care. Sure getting an award for highest GPA doesn’t really mean crap, but it’s recognition that this person put the time in to be a knowledgeable technologist. So get off my balls!

1) Either Ole or Ein running full speed into either the doggy door or the laundry door thinking it’s open only to be met with a solid object. Ole just staggered confused for a few seconds. Ein just looked at me as if to say “Why?”

First off, I’m heavily inebriated. I was called on to help a friend. She had her heart broken by some douche bag. I tell you this, the single hardest thing to do in my life is to know that tonight of all nights, I had to set aside how much I adore and possibly even love this women to be the beat friend I could be to her. She didn’t want to be alone tonight and I controlled myself. Yeah I just flipped that around for me, but that’s what blogs are for.

I went to a few events with this girl. One such event, I was a bit shnockered and decided to kiss her. After that our “friendship” seemed to roll downhill, what with her falling in love with a 37 year old musician. There’s the prologue. Everyone’s up to date.

Well after the Rangers won the ALCS, I was overjoyed and texted her about it. I then said something similar to “Hey, we should do stuff sometime”. Response? “Sure, if you give me enough time since my schedule is rather hectic”. I decided to ask her to a hockey game that was like 20 days away, thinking the time was sufficient to plan around. She agreed to go. I got 2 REALLY good tickets, I mean freaking GREAT seats 7 rows back, plus I got them at a bargain (not the point). The stage was set.

As time rapidly progressed to the very day before the game, I made the shocking realization that in the past 19 days, she hadn’t so much as messaged me once. There were a few comments made on Facebook (all by me on her status updates (not a lot, I’m talking 2 at the most. She replied to them too! I’m not CRAZY!)), but nothing like a conversation piece. Dread set it. I just KNEW that something had come up and she’d have forgotten or planned something else, etc. However, I reminded myself that she was one to not forget things as easily as I believed she would.

The day of the game had arrived. Clinicals started at 7 am. By the time it was noon with no word from her, I decided the “smooth” thing to do would be to text her to see if she wanted to get some food before the game. The waiting began. 10 minutes turned into 30, 30 minutes into an hour. An hour turned into 2. Luckily, with the patients coming and going I didn’t have time to dwell on it, save the momentary glances while finishing paperwork.

2:25, she texted me back. “I’m not going to be able to go tonight, I got called in for a double. I’m so sorry”. Well at this point I can’t be the bad guy and write back about how I had spent 60ish dollars on a ticket that now I was stuck with. The only options were to ignore her or write back something resembling forgiveness or whatever. Duh, I did the “Oh I understand, work happens” line. It’s what I do.

That’s when that old familiar feeling of a depression came back. Of course I can’t do anything right when it comes to the opposite sex. I mean hell, it took me 8 years after breaking up with the first GF to get to GF#2. What’s the point of even trying because it ends up with failure? Blah Blah Blah. Whine Whine Whine. Bitch and moan.

I’m a little slow to the party, but I guess that “avenue” of lady relationships is closed and has been for some time.

Speaking of avenues, The Saga of Jamie has a new one. Apparently her boyfriend had been lying to her for the past 8 years about being divorced and what not. In reality they only dated for 3 months, were friends for like 7 years and then started dating again, so I can see how someone could do that. Hearing that news made my ears perk up and the idea of finally having a decent opportunity, but I realize that I’m just delusional. So I’ve got that going for me.

I’m ready for school to be done with, I need a paying job to help keep my mind off this kind of bullshit. Until then, I’ve always got this method of blowing off steam.

I’m 26 years old. I work in a hospital where people get sick and come to us for help. I try to do my best every day and yet I still find it hard to say certain things.

I mean how hard is it for me to say underwear? Really? I say underpants, undershorts, knickers, etc, but for some reason I can’t say this.

Then I have to pause to gather my wits to explain something like a barium enema. I have to stop and tell myself “don’t giggle at rectum”. I’m immature. Oh well.