Check! (Please?)

So, this day rolls around every two weeks and never fails - it's always right on time. It's payday Friday here at headquarters - that means I will not get a moment of peace all day, the interruptions will be endless, and my bladder will have to be tough. Now, don't get me wrong, I love seeing the few smiling faces and a lot of times I'm bored, so I enjoy the small talk that comes along with the some of the visits...but, woe is me, not all check seekers are pleasant. I've decided that they all fall into one of the following categories...and you can blame my excessive need to organize for my tendency to group similar people together and give them titles. :)

The Anxious
These are the people that are here before I am. The people who don't allow me the time to open all my doors and cabinets, turn my computer on and hack into the safe where the checks are safely kept before they decide that they need theirs. Now, mind you, the majority of these people work 8 hour shifts - from 7 to 3 - and they don't get to leave for lunch. So you tell me why, at 7:50 am, there is such a dire need for them to get their hands on the checks that they can't even cash? I can't figure it out. Like waiting 'til 9:00 is going cause a check to bounce. Hmph. 

The Rude
These are the people that walk up and don't say hello, how you doing, go to hell...no pleasantries. There are some that will even smack the top of my desk to get my attention without having to say hello to me. With no regard to what I'm in the middle of, or what I'm doing at the moment, they hit me with an impatient "I need my check". Okay, sunshine.Let me just get right on that for you, and by the way - Good Morning. Meh. 

The Mute
These are the people who just walk up and look at me. These are my favorite because they create the perfect opportunity for me to be an asshole. And you know me, I never let an asshole opportunity slip through my fingers...therefore I refuse to acknowledge them until they speak and a lot of times I just stare back. I mean really, people come to my desk all day, every day, for a plethora of different reasons. Don't assume that just because it's payday, I know what you want when you walk up. I mean, I'm smart - I do know. But it's rude to assume. It makes an ass out of you, and me.Literally.

The Slacker
These are the people that just flat out don't give a shit about their stubs. Every now and then there is that lucky person who is well enough off to even forget to come get their live checks for a few days. Must be nice. This means that their checks and stubs just hang out, being guarded for days, then get divided up and given to supervisors to guard for a few more days, and then given back to me finally, to stamp, postage and mail. All of which could be avoided if....they just gave a shit about their stubs. 

The Friendly
These are the few who make payday not so bad. The ones that come up and talk, ask how I'm doing, smile, offer to help, offer to wait until I finish up the task at hand. Some even offer to come back at a better time. These people are considerate and nice and understand that kindness is a language that the deaf can hear, and the blind can see. These are the people that I like seeing every two weeks. Yes...these people are my payday friends...and they keep me from calling in every other Friday.

So, now that I've judged and labeled all of my coworkers, I think I'll leave you with a quote from my front desk best friend:

"We get paid today. We get paid today. Bye y'all. Bye y'all."   :)

Here's The Good News.

After months of aggravation, battling with people, chasing money, and trying to keep it all together, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe...I wasn't cut out to be a landlord. My little hut was a good first home for me, I loved the place when I lived there - but I didn't so much love the place after I moved out. A couple weeks ago, I made the bittersweet decision to sell the place and be done with it. It was just a big batch of stress that wasn't doing me or anyone else any good...and well, I was over it. :)

I offered to sell the place to the guy who owns the ground that it sits on, and he was interested and ultimately paid me very close to what I wanted for it. I met him Friday, signed it over, took the money and ran! The money paid off the loan on the trailer, paid off the loan on Andy Norris...and just like that - I felt like a brand new person. I'm no longer in debt to anyone, I no longer have to rely on other people to give me money before I can pay the bills that I owe, and it leaves with me with two additional loans that I've managed to pay off early. It's just...well - it's just good news. :) 

On Sunday I had lunch with Tesler Nicole, Nana, Jdale & Abby. Tesler looks great, her little 16 week belly is pooching out, and her blue eyes are just a bright as they ever were. :) She seems to being doing very well, making good decisions that are in her best interest, and is very excited about this baby. We talked about different names and such for him/her - and even started making plans for the epic baby shower that is going down in December. Jdale suggested to Nana that she needed to score us a keg of beer for the shower, and you know my Nana - she squealed and said "what?! how do I do that?!" She's a mess! Anyhow, all seems to be going good with this little sister of mine since she's been home, and that again - is just good news! :)

"Here's the good news. If I realize that I'm insane, then I'm okay with it. I'm not dangerous insane." - Charlie Sheen 

You May Say I'm A Dreamer.

I've always been one to have super crazy dreams, and I've always been blessed with a memory that retains those dreams (for the most part) so that I can share them. Early Saturday morning I had a dream that was very detailed and borderline insane. It also inspired and conflicted me a bit, but I'll tell ya about that after I tell you about the dream. :)

In my dream, I was at a cookout and there were tons of people there. I don't remember much about this part, but I do remember that there was couple there that I work with, with their little boy who I think is just flat out ADORABLE. In my dream however, he had his same cute little face - but he totally had an alien head and body. Although this is a totally freakish thing for my mind to conjure up, it worked out because in my dream he fell out of the back of a truck, landed on his alien head, and bounced right back up without a peep. Yay for the alien head! I also remember a discussion about shoes somewhere in the mix of all this...but it isn't really surprising for my mind to think about shoes.

The next thing I remember was that the food was ready and everyone had flooded into the kitchen to get a plate. Upon filling my plate, I walked out onto the deck and sat down indian style to eat my food. This is where the dream gets weird...I picked up a cheeto and bit it in half. The cheeto spontaneously caught on fire. As I dropped the flaming cheeto back onto my plate, it popped really loud and a big black duffel bag exploded out of it. (Don't you judge me!)

Still sitting there on the deck, I waited for the bag to cool off and the smoke to clear...then I opened it very carefully. Once it was opened, I realized that it was a time capsule from a guy that died in the 80s. There were two Slayer t-shirts in there, a few Slayer cds, a deputy's badge, a turn signal cover off of a Harley, a game boy & two game boy games, skull rings & necklaces...and there was other stuff but my memory didn't retain anything else. In my dream I thought it was so awesome, I kept yelling for people to come look at what all was in the bag, but no one else cared and no one would come check it out. Then I woke up. Then I got to thinking...

If I were to make a time capsule of my life at this point in time, what would I put in it? I can think of a few things right off top that would definitely have to go in there, but after those few things it gets pretty hard to decide. How does one pick material things to represent their whole life? I think that I would have a very hard time with this simple task, and honestly I'm glad that I don't have to do it. It did make me wonder though, what does it say about me that I'd have such a hard time with this? Other than the obvious constant battle between my feelings and my need to be rational...is it normal for someone to be as indecisive as I am? 

Anyhow, food for thought on a Wednesday - what would you put in your time capsule? 

...and a step even further - would you be proud of your finished product?