So I was trolling YouTube a little while ago and happened across some random old commercials from the 80’s or something like that. Some of these were just hilarious and others were mind boggling. People seem like they were so different back then, but I guess in a way they were. There was this one commercial with a guy who climbs to the top of a mountain to ask what the meaning of life is. For what purpose that was in a commercial, I have no clue, but it got me to thinking.
What is the meaning of life? Sometimes it seems as if we live short pointless lives. Short given the age of our planet… but pointless none the less. We are born and spend our first two years being taught to walk and talk, then the next sixteen being told to sit down and shut up. Then we to to work to pay for all the crap we are told we “need” and never have time for family or to even enjoy all the crap we buy.
I know that sounds pessimistic, so allow me to redeem myself here. I think in the end perhaps the meaning of life is to love and to learn or to learn to love. The order is not as important as the action itself. I cannot see any other reason or purpose to give meaning to our lives than these.
Work is such a drag sometimes. Not because of the work itself, but the people you have to put up with can just burn you out. Whether they are disgruntled clients (some are never happy) or surly co workers, they can make the day seem endless. Today was one of those days when it happened to be both clients and co workers. Is there a full moon tonight? Because I would bet my bottom dollar there is.
Two of the secretaries got into a major argument, four clients threatened to take their business elsewhere, and the boss looked like he wanted to fire the next person that spoke to him. ( I kept my head down and was very quiet)
Only one of the clients threatening to leave was mine, so that was at least good. I was able to calm him down and take care of the error after a little bit of research to find out why it happened to begin with. Apparently there was a glitch in the system (Thank God) and it wasn’t clerical error. Or it would have been my fault and that would have been bad.
I am just happy to be home and in my comfy pjs with a nice cup of tea right now. I am hoping that tomorrow will be much better than today was.
What a fucked up day today has been. Its like anything that could possibly go wrong found a way to go wrong. You know what I mean?
First thing is when I left the house to go to work, I noticed the right front tire looked funny. Thank God I had parked on the street and had to walk past the front tire to get in the car. If I had parked in the driveway I would not have seen the tire at all. So I drove straight to the gas station where they have an air pump and found out that the air is not free anymore. You have to pay fifty cents to get air in your tires. If course, you need two fucking quarters to put in the machine, and I have no quarters on me. At. All.
So, I go inside the store and ask for change and the fuckhead clerk tells me that I have to buy something before he can open the register drawer and give me any change. What the fuck? I want to buy air. Give me some fucking quarters!
So then there is a wreck on the interstate and traffic is fucked up for like 20 miles. I saw all the brake lights and got off the interstate, but so did a thousand other people, so the surface roads were clogged up and there’s a traffic light every 1/4 mile along that whole road. So it was slow going. Of course, I was like 40 minutes late for work.
The whole day just turned to shit. The boss was bitchy. The secretary called out sick. I just sucked it up and got through the say. When I get home I want some macaroni and cheese and a glass of red wine and a hot bath. And then I’ll think about dinner.
Call me silly, but I have absolutely no good reason to get up early this morning and I did anyway. I could have slept until 10:00 am but knowing that this is Christmas still gets me giddy and excited, even with no little kids around. I woke up and my first thought was, “It’s Christmas!” and I walked out to look at my beautiful Christmas tree and it just made me get shivers. I love this time of year.
Merry Christmas – I hope Santa was good to you last night!
I really do wish that I could get a puppy for Christmas. I was never allowed to have any pets when I was growing up. My mom hates animals and says that animals for outdoors – not in the house. So what’s the point in getting a cat or a dog if you can never bring them into the house to snuggle with you and play?
I have a friend who’s German Shepherd just had puppies. They are black and a couple have brown markings on them. They are adorable! I really wish I could get one of her puppies. But my landlord would have a shit fit if I brought a dog home – he made it very clear that no pets are allowed in the apartments. That just sucks. I think my mom and my landlord grew up together or something. Surely its a generational thing to hate animals in the house.
I’ll have to wait until I can get my own house with a yard before I can get a dog. I will have a dog soon, though. I am saving up for my first house and if everything works out I will have my house later next year. Then I can seriously look for a new puppy for next Christmas!