Once again, the power is out and back and out again. And with it the internet and the water. And Rogers seems to be having their own issues – the power outage might be affecting them too.
I am giving serious consideration to purchasing a generator. The last time I did, it was many several years back when Dre was a baby, but I remember finding only gas-powered ones, and we didn’t have any outdoor space. Yesterday I found a Canadian company that makes solar-powered generators, and I have a balcony.
Must research because there are different kinds, and I don’t understand the terms or how to choose based on need. An outage that lasts about two hours is manageable but twenty-four+ hours. AND they seem to be more frequent, and the duration is longer. From my perspective only, I don’t know if that is statistically true.
The other day an old co-worker asked me what my blog is about, and I didn’t know what to say. “Ummm.” And all types of shit were swirling in my head. Elevator pitch Sam. Elevator pitch. Yes, I know elevators are too heavy for pitching, but you know what I mean. Speak now, or you’ll look like an idiot forever. “I write and draw stuff.”
Hmmm, maybe it is better to look stupid than to say things that aren’t helpful. I don’t know.
I forgot all about my poems, short stories, illustrations, comics and the newspaper/journal I keep. Why does that happens to me – Everything I know flies out of my head when people make unexpected requests.
I’m terrible at talking to people or about stuff on the fly, even if I know it well! When I used to go to Toastmasters, they had Table Topics. I believe that’s what it was called. (this was a long time ago). Someone would make up many things and lay them out face down on the table. When it was your turn, you picked one, had a few seconds to think about what to say, and then present for up to two minutes.
I wish I could see into the future for every encounter I was going to have and what that encounter would be about so I could prepare accordingly. Alternatively, I could wear one of those signs.
It is good that I will be taking time off soon. There is nothing new for me to do at work. I mean NEW NEW! I don’t need to be an expert at anything in particular. However, I do consider myself a project and process management SME. I just need to know enough to get shit done right! But improving or updating, or modifying things isn’t the same as a NEW thing!
You get me! You follow! You picking up what I’m putting down! And I haven’t had the chance to talk to Bossman. Except, I suspect he won’t have anything new for me anyway and he will be frustrated and say …
Can you leave me alone with your New. It’s always New with you! Just do your Old fuckin’ job and be satisfied! Or else you’re going to get fired! Actually! YOU’RE FIRED!!! There’s your New! Enjoy it! You FAT Bitch!”Bossman
He threw the “FAT” in cause he know that would hurt me more than even getting fired. Douche!
I have been making it a priority to read more non-work-related stuff. Starting small, with stories I can finish in a few hours. I have more to tell you but I am using my data. It’s already after 8:00 pm so we probably won’t go over to the chateau. (AND NOW IT’S BACK! UGH!) I tell you tomorrow!
Quit hoggin’ all the power!