Tag Archives: monotony

Lather. Rinse. Repeat. No more.

I work. I eat. I sleep. I Internet.

I’m not one of those people bitching about my life. I’m quite happy. Life is what it is, but sometimes you want something a little different to change things up. I think I want to pick up a hobby/skill. It doesn’t have to be new. I was thinking of some of the following options. Maybe you guys can vote on it.

Smoking. No, I’m not picking up cigarettes and cigars are left for Scotch nights. I have a little electric smoker that just hasn’t gotten enough usage. I’ve smoked chickens, a turkey, fish, and ribs on several occasions. Still I don’t feel like I’ve gotten a good grasp on the whole process. Maybe I can commit myself to using the smoker once a week.

Guitar. I haven’t touched my guitars in over two years. The acoustic and classical are sitting in my closet, and I gave my Gibson and amp to my brother over two years ago as an indefinite loan. This would be something easy to pick up again, and it wouldn’t cost me much money since I have all the equipment.

Drums. I borrowed a set of drums from a friend back in high school, and my roommate had a set in my apartment in college for a little while before everyone started complaining. I was thinking I could go to the local music store that gives lessons and wail on some toms and crashes to get some energy out.

Martial arts. Being Asian you are normally born with one of two skills, the ability to do multivariable calculus in your head or the ability to chop boards in half with your bare hands. I have neither, so I would like to pick up the cooler of the two abilities. It would be a great way to get some exercise. Also, I will probably be pretty good at it being the biggest person in the class with all the little kids getting their yellow belts.

Sewing. Nah. I can sew buttons back onto my shirt, but I have no interest in making my own velour suits…or do I?

Drawing. I have next to no ability to draw. My hand won’t move where my brain tells it to go. My friends that can draw tell me it’s more practice than anything. This hobby would definitely take a lot of practice, but it might be worth it so all my airplanes don’t look like turds with wings.

So there you have it. What should I do to add more variety to my life? Maybe I’ll just screwed it all take up drinking.

Home Sweet Work

Unless your work is shifting paradigms, thinking outside the box, or doing some other 80’s catch phrase, you are probably looking at the same thing day in and day out at the office. That’s why so many people hate going in day in and day out and want to change jobs so frequently, just to get a change of scenery.

But it’s familiarity that makes returning home something that never comes soon enough. Viewing work as familiar and not monotonous makes it a lot easier for me to return each day. Yeah, it’s a stretch, but I have a rationalize my otherwise inexplicable return to the office each day.

Don’t ask me where to get one of these. I stole it a long time ago in my more foolish days. Although this picture was taken in my apartment back in college, this seat cover sits on my chair at work, making my workspace something I look forward to seeing.

To personalize my work space even further, I have my eye on the Desktop Carnivorous Plant Set. Combined with the Botanicalls DIY Plant Twitter Kit it’ll be like having a hungry meat eating family at the office that can communicate with me via the Internet to beckon my return and attention.

While that last set of goodies just revealed what a huge nerd I am, one thing everyone can use at work is a Red Swingline Stapler. Just make sure no one steals it from you and moves your cubicle down into the basement with the roaches. If you don’t know why this iconic office supply is so very desirable, immediately cease all other activity until you watch this. It is the official movie of Sure Beats Work.

Damn it feels good to be a gangster.

The Tan One or the Tan One?

My girlfriend laughs every time she looks in my closet. That is because every time she looks, she sees this.

All of these shirts are identical with my company logo across the front. There are two or three more of the tan shirts in the laundry basket. Sometimes I wonder if the rest of the people in my office know I have this many of our shirts. They probably just think I’m dirty, wearing the same shirt every day of the week. We don’t actually have a requirement on what to wear to work as long as it’s appropriate. Sadly, sometimes I kind of wish we had uniforms. It would be one less thing I could get wrong if the decision was already made for me.