I am so sleepy. The urge to close my eyes and to mentally shut down is such an inviting idea. Ugh! The irritating static sound from having one conference call to another is making my ear ache. When is lunch time coming? I wonder if I should take my diet seriously or maybe not. Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Depriving myself of the honey baked ham and oven roasted turkey will be such a sin, a risk that I am willing to take, to over indulge with food to suffice my big, unsatisfied appetite. But the ringing in my head won’t stop. The familiar voice of my family warning me that I will out weigh a cow if I do not take care of myself keeps playing in my mind. According to the latest studies, Obesity is considered a disease. Just like smoking where you have a high percent of getting lung cancer, you will drown of your own lard when you stuff your self with unhealthy and greasy food. There is no reason for me not to dream of being healthy and fit. But the road to that dream is looking more like a fantasy. Looking around my cubicle I see bunch of my colleagues gathering for the Thanksgiving Potluck. I bet one more potluck and our company building will sure reach its maximum weight capacity.
Stress, an unavoidable trait, it overpowers me whenever I see strings of emails that does not even make sense. That is one of the funny things about working with a big company. You can easily get away with anything as long as you know how to work your magic through emails by not stating the obvious errors and blame it on the next department. Normally, you would stay in a job for a good year or two to get a full and extensive experience in the business. Six years I have dedicated my life and I can tell you that it is not out of loyalty that I am staying. The plans for a better opportunity is just brain wrecking. What else can you ask for in a position that does not motivate you but pays you for practically not even trying to do what you are trained for? That is what you call a dead end job.
The latest movie is out, Twilight, the common tale of a damsel in distress and her fellow neighborhood Vampire to rescue. Though I may sound sarcastic, I did enjoy reading the book more than watching the movie. Die-hard fans are probably ready to cut my throat for judging the movie so lightly. There is an overwhelming amount of women that are loyal followers of this series. I consider myself a follower but not a die-hard, I will kick your ass if you don’t like it, fan. Don’t get me wrong. Kudos to those who are, but please don’t expect me to jump on the wagon and join the revolution of Twilight. Being passionate about something is so much better than my overbearing act of negativity towards life. Just a side note so they would not murder me incase I said something offensive about anything that someone believes in.
The weather is not lighting up anytime soon. Clouds seem to take a liking in hovering over and making life gloomy. I bet Edward wouldn’t mind this weather. I wonder if my car would do fine later tonight when I am driving behind heavy loaded trucks that could easily swerve and crush me. I skid through the freeway ramp once due to heavy rain and slippery roads. The insurance loved it while I suffer with the increase of my premium payments.
One reason for my hobby of reading fantasy books is to get away from the bitter reality of life. Imagine a world where your main concern will be demons and goblins while you are trying to take control of your inner magic. Then life would be so much better if you will be able to tell the person you dislike to literally eat shit. Just think of the numerous possibilities.