January 22: A Good Tired

I'm tired tonight.  A good tired.  I've had a good day, full and busy.

It didn't start out good.  I stopped at the Holiday Gas Station on the way to work to buy a cherry Diet Mountain Dew.  Fifty-two ounces of liquid beauty.  As I was setting it on my desk, I knocked it over.  I had a 52 ounce puddle of beauty on the carpet.  I did let fly a few colorful words of beauty at 5 a.m.

However, I did not let that inauspicious beginning ruin my whole day.  Just a small, caffeine-deprived portion of it.  Other than that, I kept myself busy.  I even earned a little extra money this afternoon.  I wrote a cover letter and resume for a friend who's applying for a new job.

I cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed my house this evening.  My kids' report cards were fantastic this quarter.  And now I'm done with my posts for the day.

Saint Marty is tuckered out.

I'm all tuckered out from spilling shit

July 1: Another Apology, Staph Infection, Magic 8-Ball Monday

After yesterday's poetic "Apology," I find myself having to apologize again.  I meant to post earlier today, but my entire day got away from me.

Work at the medical office was crazy.  To give you an idea of what I had to deal with:  I had an entire half of a surgical day cancelled on me.  That doesn't count all the other crap:  faxes and phone calls and surgical estimates.  It kind of sucked.

Then I had to get home so my wife could go to a doctor's appointment.  She has a staph infection on her foot.  Long, gross story with lots of pus.  While she was at the doctor, I went for a run with my son.  Then, I had to drive another twenty miles to pick up my wife's prescriptions at the pharmacy.  To make a long story short, I didn't get back home until nearly 5 p.m.

I'm a little tuckered out.  Not sure I have a whole lot more to give tonight.  One of the other things I did today was update my resume for a job I'm considering applying for.  Stress the "considering."  I don't want to go into detail, but, if you've been reading Saint Marty for any length of time, you already know how well I do with change.  I don't do change.  However, I can't pass up this opportunity.  Good money.  Interesting challenge.

So, my question for Holden Caulfield is:

Will I land this job?

And Holden's answer is:

"Yes, sir."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

That is one of the clearest answers I've ever received on a Magic 8-Ball Monday.  It's not a "no" or a wimpy "maybe."  It's a "Yes, sir."


Saint Marty will get his cover letter done tomorrow.

SpongeBob agrees, too