I Think Too Much For A Dumb Guy.

I'm really happy at this particular second. Now, I'm not. That's the way it goes in my stupid head. Mostly the brain part. My job is frustrating... mainly because I'm always behind in knowledge and the things I need to know are SO dry and SO uninteresting that it's hard to build up motivation to want to learn it all. All of my coworkers are cool and my supervisors are the nicest people but it seems like the higher up(s) don't care how stressed off our office is. We have been asked to convert our entire system, which includes every program and process in a little over 2 1/2 months. We should be given six at the very least. Every time we have a meeting about this conversion, the dread in the air is heavy. It's depressing.

I was walking around campus and I figured that my life is probably a lot like most... in that I'm waiting for a grand epiphony that will shoot into my brain and tell me what I'm supposed to be doing. Aren't I destined for greatness? Or goodness? Delicious, crispy goodness? (Hungry...) I'm spending a lot of my time trying to find my goodness or greatness. Took a second job doing web design work hoping that this different environment would help me find this grand plan. Nothing but static and white noise so far.

I've been trying to fix the things I have control over. For instance, I just bought the "Mentadent Tooth Whitening System" which promises that it is "clinically proven to whiten teeth in just 7 days!" And there's an exclamation, which means this is exciting news! See?! I'm gonna open my kit... hold on...

Ok, the kit contains mouthwash, a 3.5 oz "dual chambered pump" which contains the magic substance that alleges to turn my teeth to a pearly white, 2 mouthtrays which look somewhat like a football mouthpiece, and a "dosing paddle" -- which is used to spread the goo all over the mouthpiece. Mmmmm.... I'm gonna try this and see if it works.