Moving On
2003-10-20, 8:30 p.m.

Training of Dave the New Guy is progressing at an acceptable pace. And he's not an intolerable human being, at least so far. I'm sure I'll have trouble relating to him in any kind of meaningful way, as he's not my social type, but I'm used to that. Let's face it, I'm not social. At least not in what one might consider in a typical way.

I'm choosy about whom I care to know and relate to in any way. There's only 2 or 3 people at work with whom I exchange anything more than small talk (oh, and I am SO good at small talk [not]); the rest I could take or leave. Suprise, there's only a few people that I would consider intellectualizing with in a warehouse envorinment. That's just so unlike me.

So you may be saying to yourself, "Geez, he's such an elitist prick!" I can see how one might think that. I am by no means - and would never profess to be - an intellectual god, but my social skills are only adaptable to certain kinds of people and/or in certain ways. I don't go out to say, 'He's an idiot, I'll have nothing to do with him/her.' I just either impress myself toward someone or I don't, it's that simple. I don't begin to understand the process, it just is.

Anyway, life moves on. As of this time tomorrow, I should be a home owner. This is a big and very new concept in my little life, and I don't think the immensity of it has really manifested fully in my head. Now that I've brought it up, the mentioning will serve as water to the seed, and it, like so many other things, will grow until it bursts like a hideous weed in my brain. So good luck with that one, self.

I would, at this time, like to wish a very happy birthday to my dear friend Julie, with whom I have been communicating far too little over the last year, and the last 4 months especially. Ours was a friendship born on the 'net-- we met at a fatasy literature appreciation site and, after much flirting, became good friends. Unfortunately, our respective schedules have made regular non-email communication infrequent at best, non-existant at worst, and is sucks big time. We lead very different lives but, intellectually and emotionally, have much common ground, and hers is a friendship I cherish greatly. So anyway, Happy Birthday, julidear. *hug*

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