Thoughts and Amusing Musings

How long can a dad stand in the middle of a walkway at the mall, holding shoes, before people notice…

Hundreds stroll by, none giving a second glance. Feet feel like they will permanent root to the tile soon.

Happy couples.

Single moms with a small gaggle of little ones… all shapes and sizes.

Everyone in a phone. Including me writing this

Thought like… I wonder where I could stand where the ac would blow on me. I wish there was a chair here. My back hurts.

Poor girl in the baby toilet protection kiosk… she hasn’t sold anyone in 45 min. Most people just say no thanks. Sone ignore her like she isn’t saying anything. But then again how pushy do you have to be selling potty protectors.

The smell of pretzels wafting over me. Man. Why are those things so delicious… butter. Butter is why.

Ok. Now I’m getting impatient. When I move again I will have to be sure not to stumble or fall else I will stand out as a bad dad.

Keeping good posture seems to help a little.

Wow. I wonder if that little dog is going to drop a deuce.

You know a vacation is the right length when the last day you are thinking about how nice it will be to be back home and look forward to the long drive home!

Hang with me here… at work you’re successful when you complete your deliverables and exceed expectations.

What if you internally defined those role expectations and deliverables for each “role” you have at “not work”

Being a friend as a role… might include checking in regularly… having time set aside … etc…

Being a Husband as a role… dishes… date night… good will gestures… to do lists.

Being the house handyman role…

If you could be deliberate in what you do for that role you could measure in a way if it helped and exceed expectations for that role. Then ultimately you would be better at that role… and then the reward… that role would be easier for you.

I figured out how to make things bigger and smaller

Either way. It’s Christmas 2021. Kids have opened all their gifts. Wife is happy. I have coffee.

Job is good

Here at the office I feel like its a semi functional divorced mentally handicapped family reunion.

We have people that have been here for years... stuck in cubical land that have boxes of shit under their desk. they carry it from cube to cudebe as we move around... there are signs that get torn and carpet that wears... but these horders keep all their papers and dont let go. 

It makes me wonder what their home life is like.. or if there is even a home life... and why do I care. 

It's 100 degrees outside... and it is time to go sweat. 

I want to stay inside and read The Hobbit one more time... but the wife wants to go to the beach... I guess Ill pack the good camera and take pictures of her in between cold water and reading... 

What is acceptable. To say. To write. To think. To tell others. To do. To want. To need.

I think those who live the longest an happiest are those who make sure they themselves accept what they think say and do.

I want to live long an happy.

So I have come to a crossroads. I want to be happy at my job. Yet. I HATE my job.

This week I will experiment with being a ninja and shirk as many responsibilities as possible and yet have everything done.

Day 1