Rain in the distance....

Music: thunder outside
9:25p

I am watching a story on Fox news about college students/grads working for minimum wage, and all the statistics to go along with it (suicide rate, divorce rate, etc). Basically, you don't really have any guarantees you will find something in your field once you graduate college, you end up moving back in with mom and dad, and....

Hmm...this is probably why I haven't gone back to college. Not only do I just hate school, but school was never really for me. I never found a reason for it, even back in grade school. I never studied, never did my homework, I just didn't care. Even when I was grounded and had things taken away from me, nothing changed. My parents didn't really engage me in my education, I guess figuring punishment would change my attitude. But anyway....I managed to graduate by the hair of my chin, tried the college thing, and just wasn't feeling it. I say, if you go to college, get your degree and have some luck with getting to where you want to be, then more power to you.

I am exhausted. After a wild weekend of running rampant on a machine struggling with production, to getting an unexpected visit from my sister on Saturday night, I came home Sunday night, barely able to move, and no longer capable of coherent thought or sentences. I'm no better off right now than I was on Sunday night. I haven't done anything in the past two days, except for rest. I am tired, sore, and really screwing up my diet and exercise. I'm just not feeling it this week. And I only have two days left....UGH. I was supposed to meet a friend this week, but plans just didn't work out, plus weather just wasn't on our side. I'm in weather-mode as I write this, and will probably be up half the night keeping an eye on things. These types of events are always learning experiences for me, but I'm just so tired. 

On Sunday, while everyone else had the luck of going home super early, WE had the *un*-fortunate luck of having to stay until 5:30...right when a huge storm blew in...literally. Our lights flickered, and I haven't heard thunder like that in a long time. Each time I passed by the front doors, it was black outside. The rain finally came, and my God...in the year since I've been at the warehouse, I've NEVER heard rain like that. I clocked out and took one look outside; you couldn't see your hand in front of your face because it was raining so hard. The front office and break rooms were full of people from my area (the only area left in the fucking building) who were waiting it out. Some idiots were actually stupid enough to run out in it and drive home!! So I settled by the window in the break room and managed enough of a signal on my phone to pull up a radar to see how long I'd be stuck. 

The biggest storm of the year...and I missed it! (sort of). The rain managed to let up enough for me to make a run to the car, and when I started her up, the rain stopped. :S I managed to make it home through the rain and idiots. If you managed to make it home before the storm hit, I am insanely jealous, and you're extremely lucky.

Now I've got thunder shaking the house, making it hard to concentrate. I'm too excited. I love storms. Just wish we'd get them more often here in Southeast Texas. Fuck you, Baytown! You're the reason my fence looks like shiznit! Grrrrr

I'm off to go see what I can accomplish tonight...if I get struck by lightning, ship my body to Hawaii, so at least I can say I've been. That is all.  



By the way, if you know the meaning of that phrase in the title box...I'll buy you dinner. True story.