Theory of Productivity

I tried out a new theory yesterday. This one is called the Theory of Productivity. I wanted to see if I work better, the same, or not wearing a shirt and tie as opposed to coming in looking like a mechanic. The results are inconclusive.

I think it's just because I'm a lazy fuck. It really doesn't matter what I'm wearing, I'm still only going to work under pressure of the "gun".

I still thrive on chaos. Oh well, I have to go to the DMV to renew my tags today so I'm sure that will take all day, which will definately put my back in a corner, which will work out I guess.

I can't drive 65

I just got back from a weekend visiting my daughter. It was a good weekend even though I only got to see her one day. I ended up stabbing the shit out of my hand when I was helping get the Barbie doll out of the box. That was fun.

What was not fun was all the slow fucking drivers not even going the speed suggestion. What a bunch of inconsiderate pricks going slower than 65, and I always have to slam on the brakes because some other inconsiderate fuck is in the other lane and I can't pass.

Then when I finally get past them, some other bastard is going less than the speed suggestion a quarter mile up.

When will these people learn to drive? I can't wait till we have hover cars and then I'll be bitching about some asshole that can't fly.

Isn't the future wonderful?

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I could never understand people who didn't know what they wanted to do when they grew up. I always had the oppisite problem. It's not so much what do I want to do, but what do I want to do this week? or what don't I want to do?

I've got such a short attention span and when I start getting involved in one of my many interests, I always delve deeply into it until burnout and boredom ensues. Then I move on to my next interest.

I suppose I better figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life pretty damn quick like.