Therapy? Are Better Than You

Still nothing of much interest to report. Weekend was pretty bland... Saturday mostly spent on my own, Andrew had a dancing competition (which I don't usually go to these days, too early in the morning for me) so him and Janette were out the whole day with Janette's Mom, the usual routine. I spent the day trying to get that stupid SonicStage software for my mp3 player to not be quite so crappy. Stupid Sony. They should just let me use Winamp to transfer my files to my player. Sunday we took Andrew to see Meet The Robinsons. It was OK, enjoyable enough but these CGI kids movies are a dime a dozen these days. The entire cinema (including Janette and Andrew) groaned at the 1950s-era Micky Mouse cartoon they played before the movie. Sort of bugged me. I used to love when I was a kid and you'd get a couple of Warner Bros. cartoons before your film when you went to the pictures. Kids today, they don't know they're born.

I did take sick, and took my first ever sick day since starting this job. I was supposed to be on the late shift, but it took me all I had just to get Andrew to school so I called in sick. I wasn't sure how it'd go over with my new boss, but three days later and he's still asking me if I'm OK and if I'm well enough to be at work. This is good - I was concerned they'd bring in some mad dictator to replace my old boss, but this guy (despite being a Frenchie from Quebec City and having only been an English speaker since he was 21) seems to have the right attitude. I had my 'introductionary' 1-on-1 meeting with him today. The man seems to have a disturbing amount of respect for me, as does his boss. Apparently they constantly hear good things about me. I am apparently 'The Man'. I have no fucking clue why. I think maybe I'm just good at bullshit, it's certainly not my technical knowledge or work ethic. I don't like it. Everyone likes a little praise once in a while, but I don't want high expectations. I just wanted to take this job and be invisible for a couple of years. Sucks to be me...

I wanted to write something in here about how disturbingly addicted I have been to video games this last couple of years, but for some completely unknown reason this last couple of weeks I haven't had the slightest hint of interest in them. Wish I'd lost interest before I bought all those PlayStation and DS games that I wouldn't have time to play even if I cared to play them. D'oh. Instead I'm considering making Beer Drinking my new hobby. In the old days back home my debauchery at times could be legendary. Now I don't drink at all, almost. Last taste of booze I had was a couple of months ago, when my department went out for a steak, and at that only a couple of pints because I had to pick my car up from the station. I'll say my biggest issue with booze these days - if I drink, I have an intense need to smoke, which isn't so easy to do now that the wife doesn't smoke anymore and no fucker in Ontario smokes anymore anyway. Anyway, I've decided to try and make a dent in the crate of Molson I bought a few months ago... beer is stupidly cheap here if you buy it in bulk and drink it at home. Another issue I have is that the Canadian thing is to have a beer or two after a hard day's work. I don't understand the concept of 'a beer or two', I come from the land of the uber binge drinkers, and don't understand why someone would want a beer when 10 beers are better. I need to get better at that.

Hmm, rambling mood tonight. My ramblings used to be way more interesting. I'm sure my grammar used to be much better, too.