Xpression.v2

Often times, I talk about Brooklyn and how much I love it, but there are times you can’t help but to step back and say to yourself, “Wow, this place is nuts”. My boy at work Joe (not best friend Joe) has been through a sizeable amount of hell in the last week, or so. His sister’s boyfriends brother was beaten and then shot in the head right in front of his own house. The landlord saw the door open and discovered his body on the front lawn at about 3am. That’s kind of crazy. I have a tendency to piss a lot of people off. Kind of scary thinking that one day it could be me. My condolences and best wishes to the family and friends.

With all my stress lately, I’m just trying to get away from things a bit. At work, I’m trying my best to use my fellow workers to keep me loose simply by talking to them and such. People like Anthony and Christa are great for that. I still dislike my job, but I honestly don’t know what kind of job I wouldn’t hate. To think, I almost wound up at Starbucks. I could never live with myself if I had to sell $7 coffee.

I’m also silently taking it a little easy at Neowin. I’m still doing my job and all, but I’m choosing to stay out of the staff areas. I just don’t see it as being time usefully spent, right now. Maybe it’s my age or temper that discredit me, but I’m just tired of always having my ideas rejected. I’m already finding it more enjoyable. I’ve had more time to spend in the tech forums and those are always a nice refuge for me. I get to help people and really make a difference.

I finally found out that I do, in fact, have a 5th grade CCD class. There’s only 11 kids, but that number may grow with late registrations and such. I’m really excited about working with kids again. For some reason, I just get along with them so well. Maybe it’s because I’m a big kid myself or maybe it’s the fact that I treat them like equals and try to show them respect instead of being a condescending authority figure. I only hope that I can guide them in the slightest bit.

That’s about all from me. I’m being called “Chrissy-poo” again, this time by Christa. She, for whatever reason, called me “Chrissy” at which I blurted out, “God, that’s as bad as Chrissy-poo”. She went with it. Not something I’m thrilled about.

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