z’s bubbles 2

So over the past week or so I learned quite a few things… As a disclaimer, this is only based on my experience so far, I may have just been exposed to a “bad batch”.

1. No matter where I work, most people just don’t “pull their weight”. When it comes down to it, they wont help out. For the past few weeks, every first work day, the support ticket queue is above 40 (59 this morning). This is silly. If I worked the night before it’ll stay below 25. But then I seem to be the only one who has the goal of bringing that down to 0 before going home.

2. Never go to get groceries on Saturday night… or your sense will be assaulted by a bunch of wild nymphs wanting their upper natural (or not so natural) endowments to jump out of their shirts/bras/jackets. Golly, some people need some extra income. The only reason anyone would want to wear something that tight is because they owned for years and have grown out of that size.

3. You never know what the best birthday present is, as proven by Gillian who got lots of toys for hers and only plays with… the Disney princesses that were the cake decoration! And underlined by Liam who only plays with the “mame” (known to the rest of the world as “Train”) and who stillo hides from his remote-controlled car.

4. Money left to it’s own will in a checking account will grow legs and run off. No further comment.

5. I have wonderful kids. I mean they sleep from 7 or 8pm until 7 or 8am. Now if only I had more money and no job, it would be heaven

6. Parents do spoil after all. You let them get away with stuff for too long and they will start to rot away. Look at mine: my mother treats my dad like a child, who behaves like one, and both have become guilt-trip champions. Remember The Silver Chair (CS Lewis)? Remember the Queen of Underland and her persuasive talk? Well, that’s how my dad sounds when you try to explain something to him…

So this morning (like over 12 hours ago) we were all greeted by a surprisingly cool (almost) spring morning. Gillian and Liam immediately went to jumping on the trampoline (which is surprisingly already featured on Google Earth). Gotta love what static does to Liam’s hair

So I was sitting here at my desk, peacefully cursing OpenTTD‘s miniature trains which appearantly can’t deal with my highly evolved (read: complex and confusing) combination of tracks, switches and roads when without prior notice Gillian snuggles against my arm and kisses it prompting me to say “Awww, you’re sweet”. And she responds: “Sometimes when little girls are sweet to their daddy they get candy from my halloween bag on the entertainment center”. How am I supposed to resist that??

Smart little girl

(Yes, she did get her candy from her bag)

Interesting how a certain kind of movie can make one very melancholic in a relatively short amount of time. The subject one sure did; a long and somewhat unsatisfying trail of secret love and letters… It actually matches the original meaning of the French word “Romantique” which always has a sad conotation to it as in most cases in “classical” literature it seems love is bound to bring unhappiness.

Isn’t that a great thought to go to bed on…

Oh my. The past 2 days AND today, it’s been like the world’s trying to emotionally squeeze me. It all started innocently with a song on Tuesday morning… A Pearl Jam song… what was it called again… “The last kiss”? Something like that. Thou shalt not listen to the lyrics while alone at work at 6am. Nope. Not a good idea.

And then Friday morning… I was peacefully brushing my teeth when I started flipping the pages of the pregnancy magazine that was laying there on the counter. Oh look, an article by a writer on the first weeks with her new baby. It was all well and good (accounts of sleepless nights, not-helping hubby, sore skin…) until the end when she concluded that as she was humming a simple lullaby, her eyes crossed her daughters and she was rewarded by an impromptu gummy smile. Oh gosh, those are so heart wrenching!
(I know, I’m a pittiful sap)
So quickly I flip the page hoping to come accross something more fitting for the morning routine… Hmm… blood banks… that sounds safe, right? Wrong. It was about a 6 week-old who was diagnosed with osteoporosis, the struggle for his life and how he made it through even though he lost his sight.
*sigh* I need car magazines, computer magazines, something with numbers. This is just not good.
And the I get to work, pop a random music collection in and was greeted by Reba’s “What would you say” or whatever it’s called and left me whishing for a box of kleenexes.
Whatever happened to my Guns’n Roses, Def Leppard, Metallica… songs? I’m just going to go back to Eurodance. At least I know that if a CD says “Eurodance Vol 02″, there wont be any heart-wrenching tales of bad things happening to children.
Oh, but the worst… ah the worst…
Today, I thought I’d play it safe: a car catalogue for tooth-brushing, at work I double-triple checked my playlist eliminating everything and everything that was not upbeat or violent. Then I get a call from an operator whom I’ve come to consider a friend (after 3 years) who needed help doing some maintenance on a lot. And then 5 minutes into walking her through the steps over the phone she tells me that she may be expecting and about her upcoming weekend… and about the challenges she and her husband have continuously faced in their relationship since she had a miscarriage (was it two years ago now?) ending in tears on her end…
Tore me apart too to hear her say that. They were always such a happy couple it seemed. And made me feel like a terrible husband myself because I know I’ve not been as supportive as I should have been (patience, providing, helping…).
So what’s up with me? Is it just the pregnancy? Is it something else? Why am I such a wreck? Makes me nervous to go to the BDS today since there is bound to be some kind of emotional moment…
I probably couldn’t even watch Aliens or Predator right about now without squinting tears away as their respective endings unfold. Heck, Con Air probably would have me crying my eyes out.
Maybe I need therapy. Or a new car. Can I get a new car? Something that’s fast and noisy and oozes power instead of oil? yeah that would work… I think… It can have four doors, I wont mind at all. But it has to be German or British and have one of the following in it’s model designation: M, R, S, (or even better: “RS”) or AMG. And another suit. Yes, I do. And sunglasses…