I turned 37 today, and the new age is off to a lousy start.
I took Anthony to a shop to pick out a skateboard, which is what he's been asking for all summer. I let him pick out the type of board and wheels.
Later that night, his friend and him where testing it out on the driveway when it slipped out from under them and sped off into the street where it was immediately trampled by a passing truck.
I saw the board as it perfectly aligned itself in the path of the truck's rear tire. All I could think was about all the brand new components and how they would be ruined under the weight of the truck. $135 gone down the drain and the boy's dream crushed.
Luckily, besides a scratch, the skateboard doesn't seem to have sustained any kind of damage.
"Dios no complace antojos ni endereza a cojos."
Today is Anthony's 10th birthday party. We'll be celebrating it at Shakey's Pizza.
I will rewatch the episode this Sunday, so I can relive this glorious episode. I will then immediately hop online to catch up on fan reactions and fan theories.
Once the the season is over, I'd like to rewatch the entire series in preparation for the final season next year. At the same time, I'm planning to get started on reading the books.
Carrying stuff on your head is so third-world, but I would like for that to change. I want to wake up to an America where this habit has become deeply embedded, to the point that celebrities like Kim Kardashian are seen routinely walking about with a sizeable load of goods perched on their heads.
At first I thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me; However, slowly, but surely, my hairline appears to be receding. It's moving at glacial speeds, and it's almost imperceptible to point that sometimes I fool myself into thinking that nothing has changed. Things are changing though and I've accepted it, I guess.
Who knows how long this process takes, anyway. All I know is that I'm not going to wear a cap or a combover. If the hair is going to go, then it's going to go.
It was exciting at first that we started getting new people, but now it's kind of becoming overwhelming. So many people now have only a few months of having been employed at this company, and meanwhile, people like myself have five years under the belt. Sometimes I feel like I'm some kind of ancient immortal being, living among short-lived humans. You got eight months here? That's just a breeze.
I'm comfortable working here, but I'm a bit afraid at how quickly the years have flowed by. I'm afraid that before I know it, I'll have reached 10 years at the company. Why should I be afraid though? Is it because lack of change is somehow related to lack of career growth? It's entirely possible that I could find better opportunities by jumping from one company to another. However, I enjoy working here and the compensation & benefits it provides.