Oh for cute...

One of the perks of halloween is being able to hand candy out where I work. Here in the midwest, snow for trick or treating is not unusual. To accomodate years such as that, the mall I work in has a couple hours dedicated for the kiddles to come around in costume and ask for candy from the retailers. Its fun for everyone and it keeps the munchkins warm.
Typically, I'm not really kid-friendly. With the exception of my nephew, kids make me a little stressed out and I just don't know how to interact with them. While I sometimes wonder if this is a sign I'm a sociopath, I think the realistic explanation is I'm just not that mother type. At any rate, my boss decided to give me the job of handing out the candy and interacting one on one with the lil noseminers. I spent a good two hours acting cheerful and talking in what I've mocked as "the mother octave"- that high, singsong voice that comes over women when they're talking to children. It gave me a headache. After being tsunami-ed with cuteness for a couple hours, I came to realize something. The idea of having children becomes less fearful with one simple thought. If I could put them in a cute little frog or lion costume for thier entire childhood life, I think I could handle it. Granted, they would be bitter and maladjusted adults but by god, I think I could handle them if they were cute, cuddly, and in a sugar coma for most of the time. Its a thought.

The Siren call of the "Real World"

This weekend turned out to be full of ups and downs. I managed to go out on Friday night and then spent the rest of the weekend holed up, playing warcraft. In a sad conclusion to my weekend, two of my favorite people from the game have decided to call it quits to spend more quality time in the real world. While I'm sad to see them go, underneath it all I'm jealous as all get out. They've got things more pressing than pixels to keep them busy.
If you couldn't tell, my effort to make friends is just barely creeping along. Granted, I did go out on Friday. But I'm not sure if I consider it significant. I didn't know anyone at besides my boss and had to have a couple drinks in order to talk to anyone. And now that its over, I'll most likely never see any of them ever again. It happens. I'm painfully hopeful that when I start classes in the spring that things will change. In the meantime, I'm spending time with myself, wondering why sarcastic redheads aren't more in demand. Maybe the market is flooded...

Blantant sarcasm is the sign of a good friend

Or so it would seem from the comment boards on my recent posts. Yes...I've been MIA. Yes...my posts have been a little scraggly. Yes...I was abducted by aliens and just recently returned. Okay, maybe not the last one. I'll be the first to admit, when I scoot up to my laptop in the evenings, typically my blog is the last thing on my mind. I get sidetracked by my new toon on Warcraft and just get sucked in...next thing you know, its 1 AM and I need to get to bed in order to be at work on time. So I'm gonna try something. I'm going to leave myself a little memo hidden in the wallpaper of my laptop. It will say, BLOG FIRST YOU IDIOT. Hopefully, this will curb some of the sarcasm from the peanut gallery...but who am I kidding.

Just in time for fall...

my dog is asking to be turned into a scarf. This morning while getting around for work, I heard a suspicious cracking noise from the other room. I come around the corner to find my dog chomping on one of my newest favorite cds. After screaming a few choice words, I realized that my dog is incapable of that guilty look that most dogs are highly skilled at. Not even a FEIGNED SENSE OF SHAME. She is currently sleeping peacefully on the couch. Damn dog.

Why are people such jerks?

I ask myself this a lot. More often when I'm at work. What makes one person feel the need to be rude to another? I used to run into this a ton when I worked at a big box pet store. I had one lady shove a cart at me because she was pissed that we were out of her dog food. Today a woman complained with big angry drama at me because she had to wait so long. I am but one person. I can only move so fast. I was doing all I could not to take her glasses from her, crush them into tiny pieces and tell her that maybe at the next place she wanted them fixed at, they wouldn't take nearly so long. The anger just stayed with me for the next hour or so that I was there. I can see how the jerk-ness can just travel around. I was doing my best not to let it seep into other areas of my day but everyone just kept pissing me off after that. I left work and headed for the only remedy that I'm aware of. Puppies. Yes, you heard me. I went home, let the dogs out and just ran around and played with them for a half hour out in the sunshine. And when I came inside, I made chocolate chip cookies. Real ones. Not the diabetic crappy ones I made the other day for the sake of my parents (sorry mom, but they ARE truly nasty) but the REAL ones. I ate cookies and took a catnap with a REAL cat and by george, I felt pretty good after that. So here is my proposition for world peace. Send everyone a puppy, some sunshine, and some real-ass chocolate chip cookies. The world would be a better place.

work work work work work work work

See a trend? Yeah, that's where I've been a lot lately. Not busy, just there. I've been reading a ton of books and pondering all of life's mysteries. Unfortunately, none of those mysteries are very interesting so they aren't blogworthy. Guess that, too, is one of the mysteries of being a mystery. Perhaps something of interest will happen this week. Keeping my fingers crossed.