Parking, watch, smell all pretty, dream

I have had an odd issue for the past year or so.  I have a hard time parking my vehicle straight in a parking space. Time after time, I pull in, think I have perfectly aligned myself parallel with the space stripes only to get out and see I am crooked.  I don’t recall having this issue before.  It is really odd, I bet I only get it straight 25% of the time.  It must be a precursor to total alzheimer’s.

For two years I have have had this watch on my Amazon wish list but noone got it for me.  So I used the Amazon gift cert that my bro got me to buy it for myself.  My main watch for the last 10 years or so has been a Swiss Army watch that Ali got for me early in our relationship.  The Swiss Army is nice but sort of bland for my taste and all it does is, well, tell time.  My new watch is a Casio G-Shock.  It is an awesome piece of timekeeping tech.  First, it looks substantial, it looks and feels “manly”, something I was looking for.  On top of the good looks it is chock full of tech.  It is solar powered so in theory, you will be changing batteries far less often as long as the watch sees a decent amount of light.  It sets the time automagically from the radio signal in Fort Collins.  No more setting the time.  It even has an auto backlight feature.  If the watch senses it is dark and it senses you tilt it towards your face at more than a 40 degree angle, it knows you want to read it so it will flip on the backlight for a couple seconds.  How cool is that? 🙂 

For the last couple years I have taken up the practice of applying skin cream on my face each morning before work in a futile attempt to slow the effects of time on my appearance.  I’ve used stuff from Gilette and Nivea that was specifically designed for men.  Well I was almost out so when I was at the grocery store I needed to pick up more.  I looked and looked but could not find any of the just for men stuff.  So I just grabbed something else that sounded good.  The new cream felt and looked like the other stuff I was using.  The only difference is instead of the manly, slight cologne smell of the other face cream I had, now I smell like a fresh faced young girl.  Oh well, if it slows down the wrinkles I will live with it.

I had a very detailed and realistic dream last night.  I had a new job and it was my first day.  I was in a big office building and I was meeting with whom I assume who was my boss.  This guy looked like a character out of Office Space.  He was extremely nerdy looking and had next to no forehead.  His hairline was practically sitting on top of his eyebrows.  His hair was tight curls that had a straw-like texture.  I was asking him details about the job and remember asking about how many were in the IT department.  “Just you” he said.  I looked at him in astonishment.  The company had this huge office building and I was the only one supporting it??  “We only have 63 computers” he followed.  I wondered how this company ran it’s business if only a small percentage of it’s employees had computers.

Later in the dream I was back in a cubicle area and my nerdy boss was on the phone with a bunch of employees gathered around.  He was making a phony phone call using bad impressions and ridiculous singing.  I sat there and rolled my eyes and as I did I caught the glance of a cute girl that was smirking at the boss’s stupid entertainment.  I remember thinking how the hell did I get here?  What happened to my nice, laid back, secure job at the Tax Collector?  I was confused.  I dreaded the thought of having to start over but eventually told myself that if you aren’t moving forward you just stand still.  I woke up to the alarm just then.  I was relieved when I realized it was a dream, although the feeling of being a situation new and foreign actually had some distant appeal.