Tuesday means something...and it aint fun...
So work is great. Work pays the bills and lets me eat. But work also means dealing with other people who under another circumstances I am sure that I wouldnt associate myself with unless absolutely forced to. I have found that I enjoy the people I work around, they dont chatter about things, it is a nice and quiet environment to get things done. Good thing. I work at being anti-social, and I tend to succeed.
So, I have a pet peeve...and I find myself more aggravated by it here in Utah (especially going to school at BYU) than I ever had a problem with it growing up. See the notorious "f-word" is something that I dont necessarily take issue with, rather the substitutes that proliferate the air. I sat reading Bertrand Russel's History of Western Philosophy as I have been for the last month. It seemed that every time I got myself engrossed into the ideas expressed in the chapter, some random person would say something that contained one of the many substitute "f-words" (freak, frick, frack, flip, etc.) emphasized in a way that mentally I heard "blah, blah, what the F***." It wouldnt have been bad. No it would have been tolerable had I been anywhere else other than sitting on campus.
So the advantage I am told to attending BYU (I have yet to experience this) is that you are surrounded with people with similar standards as yourself. Well, I remember signing the honor code thingy which address your speech as an area that falls under honor code violations for vulgarity. But since the substitute words arent the actual word it must be okay to use them. That is getting annoying being around people who purposely at this point use these substitutes in place of that actual word.
If I only had a soap box....
Off my soap box now. My weekend was nice and relaxing. I finally got back to what I somewhat enjoy doing. Last December, my older brother and I start to tackle finishing out a portion of his basement. Well in April when I moved up to his place for the summer we rushed to get his office done and then being burned out we kinda came to a halt on the other room to be finished. Saturday I hung several pieces of sheetrock that were lacking in the room and hopefully by this coming up weekend I can have the room to the taping and floating phase. The middle of the month is fast approaching and with every successive day I really feel like finishing that project off...
But last night I would have none of it. I got home latter than I wanted to. So I looked at options and then decided I need to get my hair cut. It had been a while, and my niece had discovered that she could get big tuffs of hair in her hands. So I had it cut. Originally it was a #1 buzz cut. I felt that was too long, so the guy cutting my hair told me the only other size he had left was the blending comb. So my hair is short. I like it.
So I might as well go get some lunch.
...just my two cents anyhow....