OMG I have a day off.

So earlier this month, I was writing down the part-time-job-2 schedule, and I was scheduled to open tomorrow.  But then something weird happened.  The schedule changed about a week ago, and my name disappeared from the 22nd.  Now I didn't ask for the 22nd off, and seeing as I haven't had a day off in the last 6 months unless I specifically requested it, I have been feeling like I have fallen into a worm hole.  I have (quite literally) checked that schedule everyday this week.  I still don't believe that I have it off.  I even held up the calendar and examined to make sure that my name really was erased, and someone else had been written in.  I am going to take them at their word, and I am going to flee town this afternoon (maybe, the whole snow covering ice portion of the road report is making me nervous).  Amazing, my very own Xmas present, a day off that I didn't have to ask for.

Lets see . . . yesterday I broke a personal record.  I mail a lot of stuff during the course of my full-time-job-day.  And somewhere along the line, I developed a desire to see how many pieces of paper I could cram into a business sized envelope without damaging the structural integrity of the envelope, and without having to add tape to hold it all together.  Just a little thing I like to do.  I have to have fun somehow.  Anyway, yesterday I broke a long standing record of 15 pages, and accomplished cramming 19 pages into that envelope, which meant that the postage went up a notch, and I had to put 92 cents on that sucker.  Oh the giddy elation and accomplishment that sang through my system, I am still glowing today.  Envelope stuffing.  Try it sometime.  Its addicting.

Cece2 gave me a present this morning, and I am trying to be really good and not open it.  It is sitting just at the edge of my vision, taunting me.  (Random thought).

I also got a new (used) keyboard.  I was so tired of losing my bluetooth connection with the wireless one, that I decided a cord wouldn't really make my desk look any more disastrous.  It is one of those spacey new agedey  split board ergonomic ones.  A couple of things about it:

First off, I never had a typing class in my life.  I was a hunt and pecker in my teenage years, until I spent so much time on the keyboard, that I knew where everything was and developed my own loose style of typing (somewhere around that C++ class in the high school geek lab).  As a direct result of not being classically trained, I keep hitting the gap between the keys on this new fangled board with my index fingers when my right index inappropriately tries to hit a BGT, or my left index jumps for NHY.

Secondly, and this is the good bit, I feel like I am operating a computer on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise (on the front left, where communications sits I believe).  I think they should list this as a feature on the packaging of these keyboards.  I think it is a fine selling point.

Speaking of Star Trek, being a geek, and general things that I like and think you might too;  I follow Wil Wheaton's blog.  I have been reading it since it went by another name (WWdN).  Wil is a wonderful storyteller.  He cracks me up, he introduced me to a true geek comic XKCD, and he is indirectly responsible for some of the snarky t-shirts in my wardobe, because he introduced me to Threadless.  Wil has an ability to write about himself so honestly and without an ounce of shame, that you remember how wonderful it is to revel in all of your own quirks (see everything, herein above).  

About a month ago, I bought one of his books, The Happiest Days of Our Lives.   These are stories that are from his blog, but it is nice to have it in a portable take it to your cabin in the woods version.  Wil definitely had more Star Wars figures than I did as a kid, but I bet he doesn't have the Lego fridge magnet ones that I have now.  There are a couple of great stories about being a geek dad, a great one about his intro to D&D, and one of my favorites about a certain someone stumpin' around the neighborhood.  I can't say enough good things about this collection of stories, and I suggest you order one for yourself.

One last thing.  My present from Cece2 is an electronic sudoku game, I lasted whole 4 hours.  I think that is an improvement in restraint on my part.