Category: IRL

Skool Dayz

So here’s something interesting that I haven’t touched on at all on this blog: I’ve gone back to school! Yep, I am now officially a college student, with all the prestige that the title brings. And only several years from now, I will (hopefully) be able to claim the coveted certificate of accounting.

Normally I wouldn’t bother trying to learn any marketable skills, and just continue to coast through life on slightly more than minimum wage, but since it relates to my chosen “profession,” my employer is paying for it all. Not a bad deal, by any means. And with any luck, it will keep me relevant in my position for a few more years to come.

The course I’m currently in has been fairly easy so far, but aside from the material, I’m learning some very important lessons about myself. First, and most importantly, I am absolutely terrible at remembering definitions. I mean, I know what things mean, and I can match them up if you give me a list, but if I had to write out definitions from memory, I would be 100% boned. Weird!

The other thing, which I kind of already knew, is that school eats up a lot of time, and apparently I freak out a little bit if I don’t get enough Ryan Time during the week. I think that’s something I’m just going to have to let go of though, and somehow figure out how to develop good study habits. That’s going to be the hardest part, because I have been living fairly care-free for quite a while now.

So yeah, it’s quite a shock to my system, but it’s a good thing overall. And I guess that as a little bonus, it’s something I can sort of use as a conversation piece. Accounting isn’t interesting in and of itself, but it’s a heck of a lot more than I usually have to talk about.

Thanks for indulging me briefly. We now return to our regularly scheduled babbling mindlessly about video games.

Ice to see you

I think that the worst feeling in the world, is that feeling when you get in the shower and turn on the tap, only to realize that you forgot to turn off the showerhead the previous day.

That split-second of dread, and realizing what’s about to happen is probably even worse than the impending blast of ice-cold water that arrives soon afterward. It’s just enough time to look up and say “aw, fudge” dramatically, but not quite enough time to leap out of the way.

Drinking with the grain of the liquor

Last night was my office Xmas party. Normally I hate these functions, as I have a long history at being awful at mingling. So I spent the entire week dreading the evening, as I do every year.

It wasn’t so bad though. Actually, I had a really good time. I ended up talking to a lot of people, and even sat at a table separate from the rest of my department. So somehow I managed to survive and even have a good time despite being miles away from my comfort zone. Who would have thought?

Of course, by “somehow” I mean “thanks to the liquor.”

I haven’t had a drink in over 5 years for reasons that I will not get into, but last night I decided that it was time to let go of that particular anxiety and have a few liquor drinks. I wouldn’t say that I was full-on drunk, but I’m pretty sure that there was a noticeable shift in my demeanor. I most certainly cracked a number of jokes that I would not have had the nerve to get out if I’d been sober.

Despite the fact that things turned out well, I can’t help but feel like I’ve taken the first step down a long, dark, downward spiral…

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My Friday evening

While one of my favourite ways to spend a crisp fall evening is to go for a nice, romantic stroll, it’s not really an activity that I can enjoy to its fullest potential these days.

But snuggling under a thick blanket with video games and a mug of hot chocolate filled to the brim with mini-marshmallows is a good way to pass the time too. So happy right now.

Also there is a piping hot pizza just out of the frame.

#missedconnections

Often, when I reference a previous work of mine, I will go back and read it over again. When I wrote up that last post, it spurred me to go back and actually read the good ol’ Work Blog (and not only because I had to dig up the link from Angelfire).

I mentioned in the last post that I’d be okay with someone flirting with me anonymously in the present day, but after reading the Work Blog over, I realize that what happened there was not flirting at all. No, I’d completely forgotten that it was a flat-out proposition for sex. You know, as long as I was going to bother doing the detective work.

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Vindication! (and also rambling)

Most days I don’t eat lunch. I can’t be arsed to prepare something the night before, and I don’t get up in the morning with nearly enough time to make a lunch. If I do have a lunch, it’s almost always because either a) I’ve bought something at a restaurant, or b) I threw a pack of instant noodles in my bag.

The noodles, as instant noodles are wont to do, require some time in the microwave. Those three minutes are usually pretty boring. A couple weeks ago, I noticed that there was a pad of sticky notes and a mason jar of writing utensils on the counter in the lunch room.

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A different kind of Easter egg

Sometimes I do irresponsible things.

My time working at Toys R Us was full of them, some more innocuous than others.

My job required me to carry around a pen and paper at all times, because I would have to take notes at a moment’s notice. As an “artist” of some description, I have an insatiable urge to doodle whenever any sort of drawing tools are nearby.

So, over the three years I worked there, I left many a doodle behind. On walls, on wooden boards, sometimes even on papers! All in the storeroom, of course. It would be really irresponsible to be defacing parts of the store that a customer might see.

Admittedly, sometimes I did find myself doodling on product boxes. Only the bike boxes, though, which were just plain brown with packing labels stuck to them. They were so boring.

I never drew anything obscene, of course. Just little goofy faces and the like. Something that might make a person smile when they found it.

Alright, fine. I drew penises on occasion. But only in dust!

The merits of loneliness

Living alone is pretty great. I can make myself a giant plate of spicy potato wedges and broccoli for dinner, and then eat it in bed while watching Adventure Time. And nobody’s going to give me crap for it.

Not that the Ex would have complained about any part of that besides the spiciness of the wedges. But I’m trying to feel empowered here. Stop poking holes, me!