much to tell, not enough time

I've been busy lately. Trying ot get myself set up for the new job starting soon. mostly its my waking hours I am trying to alter. I have become a fiendish night hawk over the last eight or so months of blissful unemployment. Its been fun, really. But I'm ready for some cash in my bank account right about now.

Yesterday I wrote an exam for an online course I am taking in history. that basically meant that I was cramming the whole night before, and the day of the exam. Six months of work in about 13 hours with a few episodes of John Stewart to tide me over in the middle. Some things nbever change. To the best of my recollection, this is the sixth year i have followed such a pattern of university exam study. It should be apprent why this is the sixth year - the strategy is not working.

nevertheless, I think I passed it and really thats all that matter with an online couse as my university just conmsiders the pass or the fail. I don't think I'm being presumtuous when I say I passed it, although I have been wrong in the past. Its done now, whatever.

Then, later on yesterday, I got a call from my employer and they proposed that while my sponsorship/visa status under their company's name was still in limbo, they would like me to come in informally and learn a bit about the cars. They were clear from the start that I would not be paid for this time, and that I would be more like a customer in the showroom rather than an employee, just absrbing information about the cars and learning more about them. Of course, I said yes to going in there for a few days and reading catalogues etc.. its good for my rep with them and honestly I hate cars, so its actually good for me too to understand what the difference between a cylinder and a valve. I have an idea of course, they do different things but they both lead to noise and monsters flying down my street. Damn cars, I hate them so. Cars and cellphones, can't stand them. Wanna buy a BMW? No? pfft.

So, today I went in and sat down at a table and did exactly what I had imagined myself doing, reading catalogues. However, I looked good. I mean smashing good. Pink tie, white based pink and red striped shirt, black suit and all. I looked like one of them. I love looking like one of them. They have such beautiful cars and cellphones. Ahem. I mean, I hate cars and cellphones.

Excuse the schizophrenic jumps between Che Guevera's third dicisple Uzi, and the other Uzi who dresses like a banker and has an uncanny penchant for silk ties and luxurious colognes. Whats that word, enigmatic? Some would say fickle, but I love the sound of enigmatic, you know.

So, yeah. Right now it's 12:25 and I am way late on my sleeping schedule. I have to go to bed. Tomorrow is scheduled to be a blue suit day with a white based grey and silver striped shirt. This will either be topped off with a charcoal grey tie featuring really thin red and yellow stripes, or a maroon tie with silver stripes. That last bit of indecision shall vanish once my sister, the crayon, weighs in with her final words.