MY LIFE - FEBRUARY 1999

February 23, 1999

All of a sudden my connection became fast....Today, well, what can I say other than I can't remember what I did before 1 pm except for a few things early on and some other bits and pieces from the day. It's this medicine I'm taking, Dicylomine (generic Bentyl), that makes me drowsy as hell. Add that on top of enteric coated Naproxen (generic Naprosyn EC), my Claritin, and my nasal spray, and you have one doozy of a combination of medications. Oh well, I hope nothing important was taught.

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I do remember what we did in 1° though, and that was make cheesey stuffed potatoes. They were really good too. For those who don't know, you bake a potato, mix sour cream, chives, and the pulp from the potato together, top with cheddar cheese, then serve. It's really good too. Even though we made it in a microwave, it still came out pretty good. Better than last time I tried to bake a potato. That time the potato exploded. Actually, it was my mom's fault. Really.

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We had a store meeting at work today, mostly to talk about a new program CVS is trying to try and get us to be more productive. It's called the High/5 program, and every time we do something good, we get a card worth five minutes of long distance calls. Roughly, that translates into a very short conversation. There's also a chance to win a bigger prize, but I think CVS will be a bunch of stiffs and try not to award anything.

We also discussed some other things too, but they weren't that important. It has been almost a year between store meetings, and while it's not completely my fault, I feel it's because of my antics. The first time we had a store meeting, I turned it into a comedy routine that made everything my manager Lenny talk about turn into a joke. Thank god he laughed too. He could have fired my ass for the things I was pulling. Then again, he knew it wasn't serious and it kept the attention of the other co-workers, especially the ones focused on hitting me for my jokes.

I guess we get to have another meeting in a month. Time to start working on my material.

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I found myself thinking that maybe there's something to the argument that I'm too nice sometimes. Hey, I won't deny it. I can be way too nice sometimes. But people don't seem to realize that I can have my moments of being mean, especially if something's wore my patience thin or if I'm already cranky. However, that's a rare thing. I am nice, but is it really wrong to be "too nice?"

I for one don't really think so. I think some people like the change of pace that I bring. In actuallity, I'm not much for worrying about things that I can't control. If I can't do anything about, why worry about it? It's one thing to be concerned about something, it's a different story if you're sweating over something silly. The attitude that I carry most of the time seems to bring most people up at least a little bit. I like to be considered one who is very patient, who will listen to you if you have a complaint. I don't always like to hear some of the bitching that people do, but what the hell. If it makes someone feel better to let it out, then go right on ahead.

Some people also feel that I can give good advice. My problem seems to be that I can't follow advice that's worked for others. Apparently I sometimes lack confidence in myself.

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Two points of interest from the last two days. One, there's a girl in my Ecology class who announced that she was pregnant. Now before you go screaming bloody murder, she's engaged to the kid's father already. Secondly, another girl's water broke while in school. She went to the bathroom, and when she came back she announced "My water broke." That would be something to talk about.

I can see it now.

"What did you learn today Dave?"

"I learned someone's water broke."

The face on my mom would be priceless.