tobins live journal

Just got home from work. If any of you are thinking about working the graveyard shift, I suggest you think carefully about it.

Tired today, exhausted tonight, and then back into a regular week schedule tomorrow. Aces.

Some of you may wonder how an automatic window on a car can fall off the track and ruin your day.

Well, in answer to your question, appearantly the way
a window falls off its track is that there's an "X"
shaped structure in the door with the top parts of the
"X" attached to a gear, powered by a motor, and the
botom part attached to a bar at the bottom of the
window. When you hit the button, the motor and gears
cause the top and bottom part of the "X" to rotate,
so the bottom becomes the top and vice versa. In my
car, the plastic wheel which connects the "X" to the
window tracking, allowing the arms of the "X" to roll out to the edges of the bar during the motion, has snapped off,
therefore only pushing up the right side of the
window. I know this becuase now I have my inside door
panel in my back seat. What a mess. I managed to get
the window back up by snapping the wheel back in
place, and then disconecting the power to the motor.
I have no idea how I'm going to get the window back in
a state of working order, but at least it's not
raining on me. No drive throughs for me for the
forseeable future.

As for lousy weather, I suppose it's the condition created by living in New England. Particularly in SE Massachusetts, where we're blessed to get the carppy weather of "The Cape and the Islands" as well as the crappy weather that rolls through the "Greater Boston Area."

But who am I kidding. I thank the Lord that the weather report never includes "Ferocious fires ripping through North-Eastern regions", or "Skies, partly to completely smokie. 90% chance of raining ash." No jokes here... my heart goes out to those who live in the San Diego area. Beleive me, it puts everything in perspective.

Well, I'm going to get back to preparing these "Monitor's Review[s] of Antipsychotic Medication and Treatment" reports. Again, putting things in perspective.

So, at the suggestion of my sister, the Fifth Curran, I've signed up, and am ready to write. I'm ready.

Where to begin? Since the only experience I've had with Live Journal, or blogs, or whatever the kids are calling it these days, has been through listening to people rave about how cool and exciting they are on NPR and at the Someday Cafe, I'm at a loss as to what the first entry should be like. I looked at some others, but didn't feel like browsing to the end of the list.

So, with that, I'm 26, and am embarking on a new career as a Paralegal, and will be going back to school full time in the spring for Political Science. Before this I was working as a wage slave for a company in Brighton printing oversized inkjet prints with oversized inkjet printers. I came to this miserable job after holding an infinately more miserable job doing the same thing for Kinkos. -

For anyone out there wondering why and how Kinko's could screw up so badly and so consistantly, I give you this explanation: they hire the dumbest people they can find, because dumb people don't argue about the pittance they make. And I don't apologize to anyone who works there and thinks "Hey, I'm a pretty bright person, I'm offended" You're a moron... if you work for Kinko's, and like your job, there's probably 25 other smaller companies in your area that do the same work, pay better, give you more respect, and don't have the "prevent-you-from-getting-laid" stigma attached to telling a girl "I work at Kinko's"

- Where was I? Oh yes. I got that great job after I dropped out of college to pursue my career as a loser. Not only did I drop out of college, but I dropped out of art school I have no real excuses. Just being a dumb kid.

So, now I'm back on track with my life. I love my job, and I look forward to school. Step 1.: Undergrad in Political Science; Step 2.: Finish my undergrad in Photography at Mass Art because I'm embarassingly close to finishing it for having dropped out; and Step 3.: Law School. Step 4.: Good-bye to the pathetic starving artist lifestyle.

Yeah, I'll say it, art is excellent, it's a passion of my life, but I never want to have to choose a place to live becuase of it's close proximity to a set of traintracks, housing project, or state of impedding codemnation because "well, it's really a bargain." I also don't want roomates ever again. I know it's environmentally unsound, but friggit.

Hmmm... I'm beginning to sound bitter. At least, I'm beginning to feel bitter. Well, I'm not bitter. Movin on up, (and I can hear the theme song in my head).

So, I guess that I've got this ball rolling.

More to come.

Tobin