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I like to drill holes
I like to drill holes, if you know what I mean! With all the rearranging we're doing in here, I had to finish drilling some holes that were started yesterday. It sounded challenging since apparently the material broke a couple bits and almost burned out one of the drill motors. Alas, the task was not Armageddon-esque at all. Maybe its because I had lent the good drill to some cutie from the Library yesterday, so I had better equipment to work with, but it wasn't hard at all. (Just asked and turns out it was the bit, since the drill they were using yesterday was more powerful) But I digress, I'm sure this talk about fun with powerful tool isn't all that edifying to read.
I was about to complain about how staying late at work sucks, but I actually got kudos from the big wigs for my role in helping handle a little emergency we had last night. I won't go into detail, since its a sensitive issue. But anyways, I'm really uncomfortable with praise. I know I act totally cocky and all, but when its for real, it just doesn't feel right. I mean, I didn't think I did a great job, I just did what I had to do, but they're all, "How professional!" Hearing such things always surprises me since I tend to feel like a total idiot at work. I always feel like as soon as I feel good about it, they'll take it back and say they were mistaken. Although I generally get nervous about doing well at all. Its like, I'm always worrying that as soon as I think things are going great, something bad will happen to like put me in my place or something. Its like I equate feeling good about life with hubris and you know how pride comes before a fall. I really should stop doing that though, because its no way to live, worrying so much that things'll eventually get bad when something good comes along that you can't enjoy that good when its around.
Anyways, after work had dinner at Mama Fu's and then jusr went back to my flat and vegged out in front of the telly. Watched some Friends, Family Guy, and the OCs I taped while I was away (again!). These last three eps have been great! I really hope this comes out on DVD next season.
I was about to complain about how staying late at work sucks, but I actually got kudos from the big wigs for my role in helping handle a little emergency we had last night. I won't go into detail, since its a sensitive issue. But anyways, I'm really uncomfortable with praise. I know I act totally cocky and all, but when its for real, it just doesn't feel right. I mean, I didn't think I did a great job, I just did what I had to do, but they're all, "How professional!" Hearing such things always surprises me since I tend to feel like a total idiot at work. I always feel like as soon as I feel good about it, they'll take it back and say they were mistaken. Although I generally get nervous about doing well at all. Its like, I'm always worrying that as soon as I think things are going great, something bad will happen to like put me in my place or something. Its like I equate feeling good about life with hubris and you know how pride comes before a fall. I really should stop doing that though, because its no way to live, worrying so much that things'll eventually get bad when something good comes along that you can't enjoy that good when its around.
Anyways, after work had dinner at Mama Fu's and then jusr went back to my flat and vegged out in front of the telly. Watched some Friends, Family Guy, and the OCs I taped while I was away (again!). These last three eps have been great! I really hope this comes out on DVD next season.