Must Control FIST OF DEATH!

Ok, from the outset, I have to make an admission - a mea culpa of sorts. Not that I actually have anything to do with it - it's just a big part of who I AM.

Anyway, to cut to the point - I have adult ADD. And today, my first day of blogging - whatever that ACTUALLY means, I'm really really suffering from it.

I think that the most recent change to my life - my new job - is a big part of why I'm so afflicted lately. Things are still so new that I haven't really settled into a routine. All of this makes me feel a bit like Raymond. (See Rain-Man if you don't get the reference.) I had to start getting up early - hey, before noon to me is early, and my current feeble attempt is for 5:30am M-F... so I feel like I'm supposed to be out in the garage rounding up the rods & reels to go drown some worms. Crap! Who actually LIKES to get up at the time I'm used to going to bed if my natural body clock is allowed to run rough-shod over my life.

I also have a new environment to adapt to, and I could really use a self-imposed cone of silence. My fantasy is to install a clear skylight over the top of my 7 by 7 cubicle and seal the doorway. I'm just worried that I'd die from lack of oxygen, or sweat would destroy my lovely $4 Dell keyboard. Maybe I can get a window unit - like you see on the back of redneck RV's and cut a hole in the wall to vent the heat. Heh.

I like my co-workers. I like them a lot. They are an interesting bunch - all very nice and good people to work with. Across the 2" divider from our group resides a community of contractors. They perform our desk support functions, and OH MY GOD are they LOUD people. My favorite other than the droll conversations about shipping parts back to Dell or complaining about users that don't want to let you work on their PC because they are - get this - BUSY, is the liberal use of a tape dispenser (the big kind for sealing boxes or taping a hostage to a folding chair). In a previous lifetime, I must have been tortured by somebody with a fetish for packing tape, or worked as a UPS person, because the sound "SKRRRRRRICCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK" of the tape coming off that roll makes me feel like somebody is performing a nerve biopsy on my spine. It happens all the time. Lucky for them, I don't have any stun grenades. (Wait... No, none in the bottom drawer.)

This weekend I fell on my ass at a kid's birthday party, and I feel like Raphael Septian (Old-school kicker for the Cowboys - hey, I'm not a football fan, and he's the only kicker I can remember) punted my tailbone. PAIN when I sit down. PAIN when I get up off the chair. Searing pain, such as I would expect of a ruptured disc... So, that, in addition to the tape is contributing to my distraction.

So here I am. A geek. A distracted geek at that. And now I'm late going to lunch. :) Oh well. It's just time.

Maybe I can find my jetstream, and start cruising. Once I do, I'll be productive, successful, and will achieve things that nobody has imagined. Until then, I'm jamming my earbuds into the aural canals, and cranking up the Sansa. (No ipod for this boy) Evanescence, Beethoven and Barenaked Ladies can drown out my external world. I wonder if Beethoven wrote so beautifully because he couldn't hear? Interesting. Ok, now, onward.