T-Rex, Mousefinger, the Flying Dutchman phantom party is finally over!
Well tonight I kind of took it easy and just had a few Mexican beers and got back into cranking on my book business. Starting around 10 PM I was haunted by the phantom party ship. I could hear a loud party going on somewhere nearby but I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where in the world it was coming from. I walked around my building and looked out my window to the building next door and still couldn’t figure out the source of the raucous occasion. I could hear it loud as day in my apartment. I am not on any drugs and I don’t think a few Mexican beers would cause me to have auditory hallucinations. Luckily it all but shut down around midnight and I am going to try to forget about this strange occurrence. Since I live alone maybe I am going batty or I have been working too hard. No, I am quite sure that I am not cracking up, there really was a party going on somewhere and it was neither in my head or in my pants. I could try to corroborate this event tomorrow with my neighbors as a sanity check but I think I’ll just let this one slide on by. I am reasonably sure I am completely sane, in fact I am saner and more lucent than I have been in a few years.
The party didn’t really bug me, I enjoyed trying to focus in on the cacophony and pick out some of the drunken dialog. When you are not toasted drunken people sound ridiculous especially when there is an aural collage of ten different conversations. I can only imagine what it would be like to be a bartender. 2 Pacificos ain’t going to make me drunk that’s for sure-I am reasonably sure that I am completely sober and completely coherent. I used to be big into crashing parties but tonight wasn’t the night. I am reasonably sure that this was a real party and not the Flying Dutchman….????
I have been getting back to work and when I work I work hard. I have been working all day on my book business. It’s that time of the month when the bills are looming and it’s time to get back to cranking again. I realized again today that I love my job because in a way I invented it. One of my tasks is to list books and in doing so I go through boxes of books, input the isbn #’s into the software I use and if the book isn’t worth anything than I toss it like a Frisbee into a box that I usually position 10 feet away from my computer. I had about a 90% free throw percentage tonight which would put me right up there with the leaders if I was in the NBA. If the book is worth something than I list it and sticker it with a SKU # and box it up to go to my warehouse. I am finally getting all the backlog of inventory I have bought up over the past few years listed and I might actually be able to get my warehouse space cleaned up and looking professional. Than the next task is find more books which I love doing. I go mine the thrift stores, look on craigslist and surf the wholesale markets on the internet. I also do well sometimes just roaming the alleys this time of the month because people are moving and throwing shit out all the time. One day I listed over 200$ worth of books I found discarded in a box in the alley. Lately I have been putting the books that aren’t worth anything on the internet out into the Alley and they disappear quickly. One of my neighbors has requested I leave the box by his door because he’s a fellow book person. At any rate, I have created an occupation for myself that gives me a real flex schedule. My typing speed has increased back up to the level it was when I was a carpal tunnel, mousefingered CAD jockey and pounding away on the computer 40-50 hours a week. I had to switch my mousehand to my left hand because I started developing mousefinger. I learned that if you elevate your forearm than you save yourself from this debilitating condition and I developed a special bracket that I could clamp onto my desk and support my elbow. This made me look weird at work but it saved me from being reduced to a one armed handicapper. Mousefinger is a truly serious condition
(hey T_Rex-Computers and liquids don’t mix…)
