My Life In South Carolina

That’s right, toe socks. They creep me out. The slightest image of them makes me nervous and a bit clammy. I don’t know why exactly, but I have a good idea.

When I was a kid, one of my uncle’s used to hold me down and put chewed bubble gum between my toes as a form of torture.  It seems like it always took hours for me to recover from that. I’m apparently still having issues to this day.  

My daughter used to wear toe socks when she was younger and it drove me crazy. It brought back bad childhood memories and I would have to take a nap to get my shit back together.  How she could walk around with something between her toes was incomprehensible to me. Didn’t she know that she was torturing me in her own way? I think she probably did.

The rainbow of colors and styles that toe socks come in is even more disturbing. This company even offers a half toe sock. WTF? A glove for your feet! Who would need this? And why? I can see a monkey having a need for these. I mean, they pick shit up with their toes. Or is it fingers? I just don’t know with monkey’s. I have personally only witnessed a few people that could pull that off. So, toe half sock might be a pretty cool Christmas gift. I’ll keep that in mind.

Anyway, this is just one thing that creeps me out I have plenty more. Trust me we’re just starting the journey.

I posted a while back that I had dropped my Blackberry and scratched the crap out of it. I want to replace the housing and have found several potential vendors in which to spend my extra folding money.

I can spend about a hundred bucks here in the U.S. for the complete housing, or I can go to eBay and spend fifty-two bucks for the same thing from a guy in Hong Kong.

Here lies the rub…

I’m an eBay virgin, so I get a little nervous when I start to “give it up.” I mean, I’m going to China shopping for shit’s sake. What if it’s a scam and I lose my fifty-two bucks? I can’t file a complaint, I wouldn’t know where to find a police station in Hong Kong!

I’m really struggling with this one. If I order from someone in the U.S. I’m looking at maybe a week of waiting. Hong Kong is a long ways off, I would think a week would be out of the question. I’m all about instant gratification and you wouldn’t think so, me being a virgin and all.

The whole idea of this purchase makes my crack sweat. I won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight if I don’t decide something.

At work today a group of us were standing in the hall talking. This is a lot of what I do at work. You know, stand around and talk… Anyway. 

There always seems to be this one old guy that no matter what the conversation is or who’s having it, he’ll just stop, stand there and listen. I gotta tell you, it’s creepy as hell and pisses me off. He isn’t a manager or anything, so there’s no pressure to move along and I really don’t have a top secret job, so no secrets. Most of what we talk about is sports, hunting, and how bad the men’s restroom smells. It’s just nothing to eavesdrop on.

It really grinds my ass when he does it. I feel like I may have a coniption at any moment. I’ve found myself lately just walking off when he shows up. I feel it’s better to do that than to go into full melt down mode. I’m not sure many people at work have witnessed the effects of a full on coniption. Oh, I’m pretty sure some would have to seek counseling.

What do I do? I know one day I’m gonna explode. How do you handle this kind of situation? I’m not giving up the hall as my conference area. I have solved many a problem in those hallowed halls.

I guess we could move the ”guy talk” to my office but, then I run the risk of people seeing what I really do, and I can’t have that in this economy.

So I’m at a loss on how to handle this. I guess I should just say noting and ignore him. I mean he is kind of old. Maybe he just wants friends. I hope not friends are a big responsibility and I can’t handle any more.