Like a Rolling Stone....

I've really been digging Bob Dylan and especially this song lately. This blog might come across as a bunch of disconnected ramblings and tangents that go nowhere, so I apologize in advance.

First of all, work bitching. (Anyone easily bored and/or annoyed by repeating, skip ahead) 1. My knee hurts like a mother whenever I move it. 2. Rain is the dumbest weather type to work outside in aside from really cold wind and rain. That sucks too. 3. Work keeps me from the people that I enjoy spending the time with most. (Thats probably the most real complaint I have.) 4. I am a sucker and it's going to suck having to tell people no when they ask me to give them buddy passes (especially family). I've decided not to go into detail about any of these, because they're pretty self explanatory. All in all, it would be better if I could work less hours, it was sunny out side all the time, I could fly anyone anywhere with no limitations, and I got paid more. Sadly, this is not true. Sigh......

(Alright, I'm done bitching about work, all you people who skipped ahead.) So my next section thing is kind of a follow up to my last post. So I'll set the back story.....(flashback music(DEEDLE DEEDLE DEEDLE DEEDLE))

At work, my supervisors are really cool. I've probably told those of you who like me enough to read my blog (very few) about them, about the funny stuff they do and how they're cool and stuff. Anyway, they apparently feel the need to get me hooked up. Unfortunately, this means that every friend, crazy sister in law, and stripper (no joke) they know gets suggested to me. I have turned down every one of their crazy ass suggestions though. Recently at work though, my supervisor pointed out someone that works at another airline and was like "she's cute, you should ask her out." And, being the awesome friend that he is, he conspired to get her name, age, and list of good qualities from her coworker. Now he's on this non stop. (As is her coworker.) For example, my supervisor and I were walking by the counter she was working at and her coworker goes, "Hey James, ***** (names have been blanked out for some reason) here is going to sleep in the back all alone. Maybe you should go back there and warm her up later...." Wow. Really, really awkward. Like I can't describe the awkwardness. I just kinda laughed and walked away to get my Gardettos. Now whenever I'm going out front to throw bags on the belt (don't ask) my supervisor will point over there or her coworker will wave her arm at me and I'll just laugh (awkwardly) and wave back.

Here is where my last post comes in (finally). Today, I caught myself actually considering if I should go talk to this chick that I've never spoken more than probably 10 words to. I was like thinking "Well she is cute...and we both work at an airport! The connection is so there....." (just kidding) I don't know whether this is just me being desperately alone and emo most of the time or if I'm actually going into this with a level head. Any opinions? Suggestions? Angry rants? I don't know. Thought I'd get a fun and awkward story of my life out there so you could laugh at/pity/give money to me.

I was going to write more about me being excited about getting lots of new music soon and all that jazz, but I've decided that this blog has dragged on long enough and I'm tired.

Night guys,
James.