It's a comin'

The leaves have started to turn.
Evenings are a little cooler.
There's even frost on the grass from time to time.

Yes - changes, they are a coming.

A cog in the wheel

That's kind of how I feel at work these days, like I'm a very small cog in a very very large corporate wheel.

I've known this for a long time, but its no longer content just sitting in the back of my head. I need to do some kind of meaningful work. The majority of the jobs that I've held in my adult life have been those where I could see some sort of result of the effort that I put forth. My current job -- nope. Its as though the work that I do just goes into this giant black hole that is the large corporation, and I have to do it all over again the following month.

Maybe its because I've answered the same questions over and over and over and over again for the past three years. Or maybe its because I do the same things month after month after month. Either way, I'm amazed that I still have any hair left.

"So go get a new job" you might think. Yeah, I'd think that too. The problem, of course, is that I get paid fairly well to do what I do. I've gotten used to the income, and the benefits that come with it, including having a little extra free time to spend with my family. I'm not afraid to work, mind you -- I've had more than one job at a time for the better part of the past decade. I'd just like to think that at some point I can get to the point that I don't have to do that.

It will get better, I know it will. I just have to get through right now.

Just exactly where

Did summer go? Last I remember it was the middle of June, now all of a sudden its the end of August!

Holy Crap!

I love my life

I just hate my job.

Is it a bad sign?

Is it a bad sign that, while walking around at work lately, I just want to throw a well-placed elbow right into the people with the sour looks on their faces? Or am I just noticing it more and more these days because I really need to find a new job?

When did it happen?

It hit me last weekend like a ton of bricks. Somewhere, sometime, and without me really noticing, I grew up and became an adult. Not some carefree twenty-something college graduate or the like, but a full-fledged honest-to-god adult.

The real kicker was when I sat down to pay a few bills, one of which was a magazine subscription. Back in the aforementioned carefree days, it was not uncommon for me to write checks for subscriptions to Playboy or Maxim. On this particular day, however, I was writing a check for a two-year renewal to Better Homes & Gardens. That, along with Parents, are now the magazine staples around the Harrison house.

Oh yeah, and I also turned 31 a few weeks ago.

Once again, Holy Crap!

Its freaking hot outside. Here in beautiful Boise, Idaho, we are well into I don't know how many days in a row of triple digits. All I can say is thank God for air conditioning!

Holy Crap!

Its been a month since my last post here. You'd think that I've been busy or something...

Let the hijinks begin...

So Sunday morning I was looking for the remote to the DVD/VCR player. Searched all over the house, but it was nowhere to be found. No big deal, I thought -- Payton has, on more than one occasion, taken off with the remote, only to have it turn up in another room later in the day.

The day goes along, and still no remote.

We're getting into the evening now, and I happened to notice that the toilet in the bathroom is draining very slowly. Not thinking much of it, I got the plunger and started working to see if I could get it flowing correctly again. Left it for a while, and came back to work on it again. Still slow.

Sam suggested that I use an old wire hanger as a snake of sorts to see if there was something blocking part of the drain. And, knowing my son, it wouldn't be out of the question for him to drop a pacifier into the toilet (he's done it before). I got a hanger, started fishing around, but never really felt anything. As I was pulling it back out of the drain, however, I happened to notice something just past the curve of the bowl. So, I reached down in there (yes, the toilet does get cleaned on a regular basis...) and pulled out...yep, you guessed it:

The remote control.

As it turns out, Payton got a hold of it and dropped it down the toilet. Neither Sam or I noticed, and there it sat, just out of view. For how long, you ask? Well, I'm not quite sure, but at least half a day. That'll teach us to leave the bathroom door open!

As a footnote to the story, however, I cracked the remote open, dried it all out, put new batteries in, and the damned thing still works!

Getting a little dusty

Its getting a little dusty around here. High time I stop by, add a new post and stir things up a bit more.

Okay, that's all I've got for now.