Okay. I’ve made you kids and kid-ettes wait long enough. Here we go. I’m down fifteen pounds, so I thought you’d like to see my before and after pics.
Here’s Before, somewhere around 220 lbs. You can click on it to make it bigger, although I suggest you don’t. It might scare you. It scares me.
Well. How does the after picture look?
Whelp, there you have it. I wish it could have turned out better, but hey, it’s okay. I had Subway for lunch.
Okay, for reals, I couldn’t find a current picture of me, so next time I see Ryan (hopefully I’ll be down even more), I’ll have him snap a picture of me with the ol’ digital camera.
Not too much time to talk. Had busy weekend. Left computer at home. Mom’s Computer too slow for WYSIWYG editor. Weighed self. Down to 205. Five more to hit my first goal. Yee-ha! Wanted to post before and after picture. Will do this weekend. Promise!”
I found a great way to get a free girl scout cookie. Go up to someone nice and say, “Hey… how much is a box of girl scout cookies? $3? I didn’t order one this year. I’ll give you $3 for one girl scout cookie.”Works every time! (Note: I’ve only tried it once, but I’m still at a 100% success rate.
I had a lot going on this week. Monday was my buddy Tony’s last day at work. Tony is 62 and needless to say, he wanted out. He’s worked long enough and he’s ready for retirement. I don’t blame him. Hell. I’d love to retire by fifty, but even that is 26 years off, more than the time I’ve already been on this earth.
The point is, Tony was my best friend at work, and it’s been a hard week without him around to entertain me. The man is a riot.
Now, as to why I can’t post to my blog or read other people’s entries during the week. Well, I don’t have the internet at home. I can’t afford it, and I don’t really have the time to use it. That leaves me with work, and when and if I go to my mother’s house on the weekends. Well, we fell behind on our work again. This is especially bad because we are in a transition from one bank’s policies and systems to another’s. Our goal is to have less than 2,500 Proof Differences (which my department resolves). Right now, we’re around 3,500. Our other goal is to have less than 1,000 teller differences over $250 (BCST’s, which I along with about 12 others work). Right now, we’re at 1,100 BCST’s. This is a major problem that requires immediate attention. Our work schedule has been adjusted so that (voluntarily) we can work from 6:00 AM up ’til 7:30 PM Monday through Friday and 6:00 AM ’til 2:00 PM on Saturdays. I usually work 7:00-7:30 on Monday to Thursday, and on 7:00-3:30 on Fridays, and 6:00-2:00 on Saturdays. That’s 64 hours. None to shabby on the paycheck. It’s the reason I can afford this computer. The problem is that if our numbers don’t go down, the new system will be worked for us at one of our sister sites, until we clear our backlog. That makes it look like we’re inept, and that may also mean that they could take our jobs from us. So, I have to remain completely focused on my work all 12 1/2 hours every day, and if I clear all of my differences, I have to help out other people who have fallen behind (which is usually the case). So, no time for the internet. No time for phone calls. Gotta’ reduce that backlog, or possibly lose my job. Can’t have that.
Last weekend, I dropped off my car to be fixed after hitting that deer… back in November. Damn insurance company. Anyway, it was fixed Wednesday, and my mother was nice enough to deliver it to me yesterday. It’s nice having my vehicle back, and back in decent shape.
I love Lost on ABC. The show just blows me away every time I watch it. This week’s episode was no different. There are numbers… never use them together. I don’t even wanna’ type them in here. I’m afraid I’ll get cursed. Anyway, this one guy, Hurley, plays the lottery with these numbers. He wins, then bad shit starts happening to everyone around him. Everyone! It turns out that he got the numbers from a crazy guy. Didn’t quite catch what they’re relationship was. Anyway, the guy tells him where he found the numbers, an old navy buddy who currently resides in the middle of nowhere in Australia. When Hurley goes to see him, he found out where the crazy guy’s navy buddy got the numbers. He was listening to a broadcast over the airwaves over the Pacific Ocean, looking for anything that the US government might find interesting. Normally he just hears static, as there’s not really many places in the Pacific to broadcast from. One day, he hears a message, repeating these same six digits over and over. He notices weird things happening to the people around him, and decides to get away by moving into the outback of Australia where his “bad luck” can’t affect anyone. He still has the after effects of this bad luck, and decides that the only way he can get away from it is to kill himself. Well, to make a long story short (too fucking late, Dan), It turns out that these numbers were being broadcast on a radio tower on the very same island that Hurley’s plane crashed on.
Point is, now I’m afraid of those numbers, but I can’t get enough of that show. Every episode answers a few questions, but opens up so many more questions.
Maybe it’s just me, but something strikes me funny about a white jazz pianist playing gangster rap. Ben Folds recently did a cover of Dr. Dre’s “Bitches Ain’t Shit” from The Chronic. Anyway, I have a link here for anyone who wants to hear it. Just be warned, explicit lyrics are not only present, but they’re pretty much the entire song. It’s also pretty derogatory towards women, but take things out of context: It’s really fucking funny. Just… be warned. If you’re offended easily, don’t download it.
Hopefully, I’ll think of what else I wanted to say. I gotta’ start taking notes if I can only updated on weekends.
We’re having some major trouble here at work, so I won’t be available to write in my blog as often. Maybe once a week, tops. I’ll try to give more details this weekend, but for now, my blogging activities are on hiatus.
I apologize, because I know you all so look forward to what I have to say every (other) day.
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Okay, maybe not. Check back on weekends.
Um… how do I end this… oh…
Seacrest, out.
Everyone subscribes to it. Why can’t I? One “yes” for fifty “no”’s is acceptable. I’m too shy to even ask. Monday night on break at work, a girl I’ve been checking out was free and available to talk. Couldn’t say a thing to her. Don’t ask why. I don’t know. Guess I’m just shy. This morning on the way in, there was a cute girl jocking the register at the convenience store. Couldn’t say anything to her either. Don’t ask why. I don’t know. Guess I’m just shy.
I have to change my philosophy and understand that fifty no’s but one yes is okay. I’m afraid of one no. I can’t do that. I gotta’ get off my ass and do something. Damn my shyness. Damn my curse.
By the way, don’t feel sorry for me. I bring this upon myself. It’s just hard to change my life so drastically.
Then again, since I found out I have high cholesterol and changed my diet, I’m down twelve pounds. Everyone says it’s noticeable, how much weight I’ve lost. I’m doing good, I hope to continue to do good. Maybe I’ll post a before and after picture, once I hit twenty pounds. I started at 220, I’m down to 208 (as of this past Saturday.) Eight pounds to go, until I hit my first target. My ultimate goal is 180. Hope I make it.
The reason I’m doing good at losing this weight is that it seems like something really important to me. If it’s important enough to me, I can change my life. But for some reason, I can’t get past the girls scaring the hell out of me bit. Several times, I’ve said that I would change my approach toward women, and it just has yet to happen.