Walk in The Park:

As many of you know, I am still pretty ill, so again, I had to take another day off. This plague thing really bothers me. I HATE being sick. It is almost a control issue. I mean, I have no say over whether I'm hacking junk up or not. I'd perfer the "not" part. So needless to say, I had to take another day off of work... which bothers me because that means that my next paycheck will be less than I'd like it to be.

So the family decided that it was the day to go to Pennsylvania's slightly unnoticed amusement resort... Knoeble's Grove. It was WGRC day (WGRC is the local Christian Radio Station) and the band that my dad plays bass for and my friend Ryan does keyboarding and a little acoustic was playing. I am not all together fond of the group, not because of the musicians, but because of the vocalists. They can't sing.... they can harmonize, which is more than I can do (but I'm working on that one), but there is no melody to ANY of their songs. I think that the last time I saw them, I fell asleep.

I went to give my support, but it was my intention to ride rollercoasters for several hours. I did ride some, took the kids on some too, that was great. Gus, my 8-year-old hyperactive little brother, went on a coaster with me called "The Twister". It was hilarious, I have never seen a more boy turn more white in my life... accept for that time when I saw that video of Dave Klob rapping.....and DC Talk... Anyway, it was definately good times.

After enduring part of the concert, we went home and I had a chance to share my thoughts on the matter with Dad on the way. The band isn't happy with the girls' vocals. You can't really tell them that either because they don't wanna hear the bad stuff. Anywho, I'm not going to publish all of the faults of the group, but you get the picture that it's not the best situation.

I closed the evening off by going to Matt's birthday party (not Matt Keith... though I wish I could have hung out with him last night too.) and hanging with some people that I have not been able to catch up with for ages. For example, Anna. She and I have had some very off the wall conversations, including the imfamous Martha Stewart conspiracy... all I have to say is this: two and a half years ago, I said that something was not right in the land of America's happy homemaker and everyone thought I was crazy...read the news, watch TV, and you'll understand that 2 and a half years ago, I called it.

I was there until about 2 AM-ish and then decided to that it was time to enter a coma-like state for the next couple of hours.... it is now my intention to play video games and read my book for several hours today.

Am I Really Getting Paid For That:

Today I have some form of the plague. I starteed feeling not so well after supper last night. It is now lunch time on Wednesday and my throat and nose are being accessively stupid. I hate being sick. It isn’t just the helpless feeling that I can’t do anything about it, but the nagging sensation that something with my body is not right.

If my job were less enjoyable, I would be thankful for the opportunity to take a day off. My choice today was between laying in bed... in a hot room....being interupted in my sleep by children and going to work... getting paid to sit around, write, and maybe drive....

I chose today to work. I am sick and a bit miserable, but I am getting paid for this. I done alot of driving today and realized that my next milage check is going to be like a fat kid after a spree in the candy store. With the combination of driving from the office to the following locations, Harrisburg, Middleburg, Danville, and local offices, and getting milage pay.

The only problem right now is this... I am sick. So here I sit on my lunch break.... I have to ask myself:

“Am I really getting paid for this?”

Cause of Injury:

As I have mentioned on numerous occasions, I love my job. Everyone is pretty cool to work with and each have their own little quirks and such that make a day at work very interesting. Though we all come from different backgrounds and such, we all share a common joy... aside from clocking out at the end of the day.... food.

Because of limited area in the file room, I have been using a table in the kitchen/break room as my desk. Many people come in and out. Normally in with a growling stomach and out with some sort of food.

Today, Bill came in and was cooking a bagel. During that process, he burned his hand and almost lost the bagel to gravity and the floor. I half chuckled to myself and then said, “Bill, you’d better be careful, I don’t think that you could apply for worker’s compensation...”

I was then called to the file room to fetch a file and my twisted mind kicks in... and I start laughing. The only thing I can picture is a claim form with the line:

Cause of Injury: Bagel.

What’s in a Name?:

As a file room employee, I see a lot of names. Most name are just that, names. There are, however, certain names or combinations of names that make me chuckle. I know that I don’t have a whole lot of room to talk, I do have an odd first and last name, but my names/ combination of names has never been used in a perverted joke or anything of the sort... some of the names I’ve seen can have, and do.

Now I am not going out of my way to make fun of these poor people. This is really just set up for what caught me off guard this morning...

(For patient privacy, I have changed the names for legal reasons and to protect them from pointing, hysterical laughter, and weird looks.)

As I was remaking folders today, I came across a folder... no problem. It has all the proper information: Name, Date of Birth, Social Security Number, Records of Studies...etc. As I said before, no problem. What caught me off my guard was below the name Kyle Roberts: Sahaandarikaman. I just sat back and thought out loud: “What the crap is this?”

Dumbfounded, I took the folder to the front and asked the girls what the deal with this was. Their comment was something to the effect of, “Well this wier.....guy.... weird guy wanted wrote this down for his name, so we had to put it on the folder.”

All I have to say is that I am so glad that I am not part of a crazy religion that makes me change my name to something absolutely....off the wall. I mean, I know that there are Biblical patriarchs that God gave them a new name, but that was the result of a promise, not just a whim. I can just imagine God saying “Hrm.... Angels, Jacob’s name is too normal.... I must call him Israel.” No way, that whole bit was a part of a promise not for celestial entertainment.