[Krpt ton night]: Picture this: 3 Doors Down lead singer/songwriter Brad Arnold at 15 years old, sitting in math class bored out of his skull, begins tapping on his desk. The tapping turns into drumming, and pretty soon he’s unknowingly written the first monster hit for his future band.
He laughs at the memory: “Thank God for the little dude that sat in front of me, that dude deserves credit on the album! I was so bad in math. So bad. But my teacher knew I was not good, not paying attention, but he just kind of let me go. I believe I wrote the lyrics to some other songs in that same class. I wrote probably about half of that Better Life album sitting in that math class.”
The House God Has Forgotten part 89: Just when I thought I was out, you pull me back in!
It is snowing outside. It has been doing it all day. I lie here on the couch back to the window and turn my neck over to catch a glimpse now and then.
Not that you see this from the halls of The House God Has Forgotten. You do not have this luxury.
Full disclosure. I am kind of glad that this did not happen while my daughter was here, so I get out of taking her sledding out in the cold. I hate being out in the cold. The snow is nice, though, as long as you are not walking up a hill. I was watching a nine-year-old slide down it over and over again.
Today was “exchange” day. Now my daughter goes to the ex for the week. I have to wait until next Monday to see her again. The week is lonely during the day without her. Right about now, I would be picking her up from school.
I miss her already. So I am washing all of her clothes and putting them out of sight.
So on Wednesday, I have an appointment with my doctor.
I take it I will be coming back to work a week from today—Something I dread.
It is Something my bank account would appreciate at about this time.
You get paid shit when you are sick. I do not see how people can survive on so little money.
So. I got a message about Something at work. Something to be honest (work) has been Something I have been trying to avoid lately for the past two months, which has been excellent.
Not thinking about The House God Has Forgotten has been a relief. Being away has taught me somethings.
I need to stop letting other people’s mood swings affect me.
I need to stop stressing about things I cannot control.
The second one is a big one. I now have support sessions once a week. Hopefully, they will help me get better.
I get scared they will take these away from me.
Everything scares the shit out of me lately.
Me saying what I feel.
Like “What if I say something bad?”
But I don’t think I say anything wrong. And besides, I have been gone for almost two months.
I will get into a couple of things, just because they have reached my attention and they want to know what I think about it.
A list. A list of things we should feel lucky to have. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful (but I do, I am sure), but here is what I think about the list:
Soft serve ice cream: (Those of us that worked the second half of the summer did not get any if I remember correctly).
Easter candy: (nice thought, my wife gets those at her job too)
The massage chair: (you mean the one without disinfectant, so it is a Corona magnet.) Plus, good luck getting a time in there if you do not do it after you work. Maybe for over 100 people, two should have been a better idea. (just a little constructive criticism).
Christmas market: (wasn’t that when the prisoners from somewhere made crafts and sold them? Did anyone buy that stuff while I was gone? Last time I was there, I saw some probation officers sniffing around there).
Energy bars: That was sweet. I wouldn’t say I liked mine. But it was a nice thought. I don’t know if you would base this on working at The House God Has Forgotten. “Hey! Work here! We got a protein bar once!”
Glögg: I missed this one. (Must be new).
Pride: There was no Pride this year. I remember an awkward family photo of the bosses (google awkward family photos), which I could not stop staring at this photo. Being gay myself and seeing many banners and rainbow flags as decorations do not do anything about discrimination we can face at work.
Christmas candy: See Easter candy.
December contest: He wasn’t that my colleagues that came up with that?
Lussebullar: That was nice. I hope they did not freeze them like last year.
Fruit basket: Those are everywhere. I wonder if they have like thirty apples on the bottom of theirs that go bad because everyone hates them. More bananas, PLEASE!
Coffee: (????) Do you have to be kidding me? That disgusting shit? Everyone drinks that because they like to torture themselves and have a royal caffeine addiction. Look at how many people drink energy drinks to avoid that stuff! I take a travel mug with a home coffee to work. (When it is empty…no more coffee for me.) I have standards. PS: Everywhere has coffee.
Cinnamon buns: They are frozen. Dry. Bla blah.
Friday fika: You can never have too many of the chocolate balls, can you? Once, we wanted Friday breakfast sometimes, but it was too expensive. The department of probations gets one.
One was missing.
The snack machine: That took three years of whining at every APT and chance we had.
As for the comment section, I am not going to engage in that. I was not there, so I do not know what happened. But if it right. It is a boss’s problem. They should handle it, I think.
Now I am not going to think about The House God Has Forgotten for the next week.
1 kap. Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag
Syfte och grunder
1 § Var och en är gentemot det allmänna tillförsäkrad rätt enligt denna grundlag att i ljudradio, tv och vissa liknande överföringar, offentliga uppspelningar ur en databas samt filmer, videogram, ljudupptagningar och andra tekniska upptagningar offentligen uttrycka tankar, åsikter och känslor och i övrigt lämna uppgifter i vilket ämne som helst.
Yttrandefriheten enligt denna grundlag har till ändamål att säkra ett fritt meningsutbyte, en fri och allsidig upplysning och ett fritt konstnärligt skapande. I den får inga andra begränsningar göras än de som följer av denna grundlag. Lag (2018:1802).