Jake’s Life

But I’m really tired right now. Trust me, for most of my readers it’s worth it, and it was fun as hell! (It’ll be a protected post…for those of you who have read them before it’s the same password. If you haven’t get with me and I’ll send it to you.)

Well, for those of you who read my protected post, my schedule and district is back to normal. Some things came to light and all is okay now. There’s more to the story, but that’s for a later time.

You guys may have noticed the lack of derogatory comments left on my web site lately. This is due in part to two reasons: I am now moderating all comments posted (so if your comments don’t appear immediately, don’t panic), and I have banned certain IP addresses from accessing my site altogether. This hasn’t stopped things completely, but it has obviously caused a sharp decline.

I decided to unlock those IP addresses tonight, mainly due to the fact that all of the comments blasting me for things I “do” at work or about who they think I am is actually positive. I won’t go into how, but I think they already know why. Comments will still be moderated though for the time being.

Don’t be fooled, I’m not in Cabo right now. But I am enjoying my short vacation from work. I go back Monday night, then go on my normal days off Tuesday through Thursday, and return on Friday night. I haven’t gotten away from work completely this week though, with the “anonymous” comments and e-mails through my web site that the Queen of the Damned sends and the short bout of clean up that I’ve done with a few things. I’ve also been e-mailing back and forth with our HR department about a few things that came up. Nothing major.

I’m picking up Gammy from the airport today and taking her to the grocery store to get her fridge stocked back up from her month of visiting in California. I’ve also spent the last three nights with Sandro, and likely tonight as well, which has been great. He brought over a “pig” (2.25 gallon keg) of beer filled with tasty Big E Brewery Scotch Ale.

I’ve got a few more things in the works to blog about, specifically the final post in my coming out story. It’s hard to round everything up and finalize it, but it’ll be done.

I am officially using vacation days from work right now. My usual Tue-Wed-Thu off has now been extended through Fri-Sat-Sun. I return to work Monday, then get my usual three nights off again after that. I should have used my fourth day for that Monday, which is sticking up like a wild hair in my calendar right now. I haven’t so much as called in sick since I have worked here,about 18 months now, and think I deserve a break. Unfortunately, the busy minds and mouths continue on while I’m away.

It’s also too bad that I’m not able to get out of town for a few days with Sandro like we originally planned, but we still get to spend time together this week which I’m going to love. And with my college career coming to a close (for now) and this time on my hands, once I finish my final project I am going to be revamping my resume, sending out some job packets, rearranging my room and decluttering, and overall try to work minimalism into my daily life. I live a bit minimally right now (financially) but nothing like I used to. I also need to start sticking to my workout routine, which is anything but routine right now.

Question: Would any of my readers be up for reviewing my resume once it’s finished? That excludes the people at work who read my blog trying to use their decoder rings found in Little Princess cereal boxes (you know, the kind with marshmallows) to find things to try to get me in trouble with.

Of course your name isn’t really Steve. I just wanted to let you know that it’s no mystery who you really are. Of course, and you know, that I would narrow your e-mails and comments down to one of two people: Faggy Bo-Jangles the Gay T-Rex (because you walk with your forearms firmly pointed forward yet your wrists cocked at a 45-degree angle toward the ground…ferocious!), or The Little Stick Of Dynamite Who Couldn’t (because you never actually seem to be able to do anything, and you tried to kill yourself and the six Tylenol PM washed down with Kool-Aid didn’t quite cut it…good-bye cruel world!).

“You can’t prove anything.”

Well, maybe not on my own I can’t. What I can prove is that I’ve received text messages which included death threats from a local cell number (Sprint/Nextel, I believe, but when my friend runs the account information at work I’ll know), e-mail threats (from specific IP addresses), and even though comments left on a web site aren’t “harassing,” they are from the same person and will be taken into account, except the text messages, who are from The Little Stick Of Dynamite Who Couldn’t’s friend.

“What sort of tirade are you going off on? Geez, I need some chap stick while I swipe at my nose a few times and clear my throat uncontrollably…”

How is it going to look having a no contact order against you? A harassment charge? Won’t that make work a bit uncomfortable? How are meetings going to be when you have an invisible 500 foot boundary? Will you be able to hear the person speaking? Will your schedule have to accommodate that? Or will they just get rid of you because it’s too much work, and would also look like they are allowing harassment to occur?

“Uh…[insert almost-middle-age gay giggles here].”

I know you can’t live off of just the little Island Rat’s pay. But then again you have so much training under your belt, so many certifications, and you are capable of so much more.

Well I had sushi with my friend today and was going over the things going on at work. I tell you what, I’m lucky I don’t have to put up with what he did. He was passed over for a position and when he voiced his concern his car was hit twice within a month inside their vehicle yard. Of course nobody copped to it (pardon the pun).

He’s a friend that I rarely see even though we live minutes from each other. Last time I saw him was when I first got my Scion in April, and believe me I let him know as soon as he got in my car today. But I always enjoy hanging out with him.

First off, I really need to start carrying around my actual digital camera with as many pictures I take during the week. That’s my new week resolution.

I had a craving for sushi the other night at work. Of course the only place to get sushi in the middle of the night is a grocery store, and it was slightly disappointing, but it still worked.

Sandro came over and we watched 28 Weeks Later, which was okay, although it seemed to se things up for a third movie. I hope not: The first one was great, this one was okay, the third (if any) I estimate will suck.

Kitty likes to clamp her teeth on my skin somewhere and not let go. It must be a safety blanket reaction.

We went to The Ram for dinner the other night. Their Buttface Amber Ale is one of the best beers I’ve ever tasted, and washed down a garlic swiss burger quite nicely. Their Total Disorder Porter is pretty good too.

This morning (well, afternoon) we went to this little cafe Downtown that we’ve never been to. I’d never even heard of it until Sandro told me that he was making reservations for us for brunch. Overall, it was pretty good, except that he ate a Lamb Burger which makes baby Jesus cry.