Okay, I swore I'd never include one of these lame Myspace-ish survey things in my blog but this one I found sort of interesting. So here it is:

Here are the rules: Each player starts with 7 random facts/habits about themselves. People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their seven things and add a copy of these rules. THEN, you need to choose 7 people to tag and list their names. Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them that they have been tagged and to read your blog!

I'm not tagging anyone, I'm just filling out the survey...I'm a rebel like that.

1. I'm really good at math. Like, really good. I can do algebra, geometry, even some calc in my head. Thing is, I HATE math so I was only ever an C student.

2. I have a hard time saying repetitive R and TH sounds. Words like "sixth street" "railroad" and "roadwork" leave me babbling like a complete moron. Great fun when I'm working dispatch, let me tell ya: "Medic 32, respond Code 3, 2345 Sixth Threet. Be advised, CalTrans will be performing roadrerk near the wailwoad tracks." Awesome.

3. I'm not a huge fan of decorating Christmas cookies. I know everyone gets a warm fuzzy feeling at the thought of sitting around with friends and family and putting frosting and sparkles and sprinkles on little bell shaped confections but I don't. I just find it kind of repetitive and I have an attention span that keeps me focused for all of about a tenth of a second. Look a bird...

4. I dispise laziness. I don't see any excuse for it. When I see the young man that works at the local hospital with Down Syndrome so bad he can barely walk or talk show up to work every day and clean that hospital to a shine so spotless that I'd be proud to eat off the floor it makes me really hate the 30 year old lazy sack of shit who claims that the broken leg he sustained in his teens keeps him on disability. You're not disabled, you're lazy. Now get off your ass and do something productive.

5. I'm really OCD about my morning get-up-for-work routine. Probably because I'm half asleep for the majority of it. If there is any deviation from the normal, carefully measured routine I'm screwed. Doubtless I'll forget something. Like my wallet, shaving...pants. It happens.

6. I've had more retail jobs than I can count. Never worked food service, unless you count doing dishes at an old-farts home, but I've done enough retail to Willy Loman puke. I've even sold shoes in a sporting goods store. During Christmas time no less. What a treat that was:

Christmas Eve, about 10 minutes to closing. Enter Extremely Frantic Husband

Me: Welcome to Small 10 Sporting Goods. I hate my job. How can I help you.

EFH: Ineedtobuysomethingformywife. What do you have here that she'll like?

Me: Nothing whatsoever. Go put your face in a blender, it will be much less painful in the long run.

EFH: Ill buy her a basketball yeah. She'll like that right?

Me: She like sports?

EFH: No, hates sports.

Me: Why don't you buy her a vaccuum and a Suzzane Summers diet book. That will win her over.

EFH: You think?

Me: I'm trying damn hard not to.

7. I love Christmas music. L O V E love it. I'd listen to it year 'round if my friends, family, and complete strangers didn't look at me like I was growing a new penis from the middle of my forehead. The Time Life Treasury of Christmas is my favorite of all time. I still have my first copy of it, on vinyl! I may need an intervention.