I misunderstood....

I thought Saturday WAS rapture....


Not just the beginning...

Some say Saturday is Judgment Day

I will most likely be here for a few more months...


I am pretty damn sure I will not rise into the heavens...


Not that I am a bad person...


Just not that good of one....


For example  quit going to church a few years back....


I added up the daily attendance forced on me by my parents growing up....


And then I added in the Sundays I attended for a few years after I moved out of the house....
 
And I figure I have attended enough to cover the Sunday thing for the rest of my life and probably the lives of my three kids as well....


But I have digressed again...


Being under the misconception that Saturday was the end of the world rather than just the beginning of the end...


I went through my life's savings this past week...


Not that there was a lot to go through, but still....


Now what am I to do????


Maybe I should head out for some coffee....

Shut the Effin Lights....

G-Man is home for the summer...


Which means every time I come home from anywhere....


And every time I wake up in the morning...


Or in the middle of the night because I am old and do not sleep through the night much anymore....


Every frickin' light in the house is on....


I decided it was time for a Mom-Son heart to heart....


And since the only time we seem to see each other is late at night when I am ready for bed and he is heading out to  spend time with friends....


I caught him the other night....


And took him to dinner...


Which was more like an early morning breakfast...


Because 12:01 is morning....


And you know what kind of food places are open at that hour....


Yeah, bad idea....


I did not sleep so good after...


Not that I sleep good anyway...


But back to the light business....


I learned something during that breakfast...


About why G-Man has a need to flip on every light as he goes through the house...


 And not turn them off as he leaves a room...


My G-Man is deathly afraid of spiders....


Which I sort of knew....


The last time I heard him crash against the shower doors and thought he had someone in there with him that he was .....


Anyway...


He came out of the shower and mentioned that I might want to be careful of the huge spider that was in there that he could not kill...


Probably because he was too busy trying to get away from it...


This little itsy bitsy spider...


Really....


Itsy bitsy....


But back to the lights....


As G-Man informed me at breakfast...


I, as a Mom, should know that spiders are nocturnal...


They like to crawl and jump around and do other weird things in the dark...


But...


If the lights are on, they will stay hidden...


And all the lights need to be on...


In every room....


Otherwise they will all go to the dark rooms....


And when you need to go into a dark room to get something you left there....


When you turn on that light...


They will all feel the need to scatter...


And at least some of them will most likely scatter toward you....


So the lights are staying on for now...


Otherwise G-Man will go to Dad's to live for the summer....


Yeah, right...


Dad's house has ghosts...


Little boy ghosts...


And old woman ghosts....

Playing 2 Win...

Last week I posted a little about my current coffee addiction...


In case you missed it, I have been cafe crawling lately....


Internet cafe crawling, that is....


Where they offer coffee and internet services....


I pay them $20 and they allow me to spend time using their Internet connection...


Browsing the web and checking my email...


And updating my blog...


And chatting with my Facebook friends...


And checking my OKCupid profile...


And playing sweepstakes games....


And hopefully winning my $20 back before I leave...


I discovered these little cafes in mid-February...


By mid-April I had paid out $300 that I did not win back...


$300 for services I can get at home for free...


At first I looked at it as entertainment/grocery money....


Most places offer free dinners...


Pretty good dinners, too...


But still...


I do not normally budget $150 a month for my own groceries/entertainment....


Just because I do not have it to budget...


But I really like cafe crawling and gaming...


It IS addicting....


And I AM addicted....


I am not ashamed to admit it....


There are worse addictions....


 So I figured I needed a way to control this addiction...


I have devised a plan....


And believe it or not, it is actually working...


It is quite simple....


I realized that I was losing so much money because I would alway play down my winnings hoping to win even bigger....


And then when I lost all my winnings, I would put a few dollars more in the machine...


Odds are I am going to hit paydirt sometime....


Well I cannot afford to wait for the odds to bend my way...


So I decided I would not allow myself to lose more than $20 week...


I gave myself $40 to start...


And I started cafe crawling....


I take only my ID and $20 into each cafe...


I play my $20 and cash out my winnings...


I do not play my winnings...


At least not all of them....


I sometimes leave the cafe with my $20, sometimes less, sometimes more....


When I no longer have $20 left of my $40 (that is, when I have lost the whole $20) I am done for the week....


That has happened only once since I started this strategy 4 weeks ago....


And I did not lose that week, because I start over with only $40 each day....


Daily winnings are put aside and do not count toward the next day's winnings...

I call this my Play to Win strategy...

You can call me Charlie...


Yes, I am winning...


Because that is the only way I can afford to feed my addiction...


Admittedly, I do not win big...


Not like my cafe buddy who seems to have the winning touch wherever we go...


But I do ok...


In fact, as of earlier this week, I have made back the $300 I lost before I started my P2W strategy...


Right now, I am averaging about $75 per week in winnings...


If this keeps up, I may actually be able to afford to feed G-Man while he is home this summer...

The slamming of the door....

As you may recall, the recently promoted so now he is my boss's boss at Peyton PHlaCe is not someone I have a whole lot of respect for...


Not sure that above statement has any grammatical accuracy whatsoever, but I am past caring right now, so if you have a problem with it, you are welcome to move onto another more grammatically correct blog...


But I digress....


Boss's boss now has to replace his former position...


Which is a senior manager position....


However, when he first took that position, it was a lowly manager position...


So he has posted it as such....


He started out that way, so should everyone else....


Except that the position actually grew into a senior management position over the years...


It did not just happen to get a new title because he was so good at what he did....


By the time he left it, the number of people he managed actually evolved into groups of people, with lowly managers leading them...


Supposedly the candidate that he favors for this senior management position that he has posted as a lowly management position has called him on it....


So the position is on hold....


Or so he says....


Apparently, a the posted position has been un-posted and a new senior management position has been posted....


A fact which the non-favored candidates stumbled upon by accident...


And are now wondering if they need to reapply...


Or if they will even be considered qualified for a senior position....


But not my worry....


I did not apply for the position...


I just try to stay out of his way...


Which is a lil tough sometimes...


Literally....


The other day as I was coming back into the area of the office where my desk is located....


As I am reaching out to open the door at the top of the stairs...


The door comes flying open ....


Nearly hitting me in the face...


I had to jump back to avoid the hit...


Yeah , it was SSOB...


No apologies...


No slowing down...


I am on a mission, he says, as he flies down the stairs...


Maybe I should not have moved back so fast...


Would a flattened face be worth a few weeks away from the office?