Wednesday, March 23, 2016

The Tears of Being Inferior

Horrid mobilizations may be a fact of life... like flossing...I just don't know. I can't seem to make any sort of structure out of taking care of myself, so I just followed what was on this blog. https://rhvillegas.wordpress.com/exercises/

Lately at home, I've been crying a lot. It may be the lack of social interaction and the eternal darkness of the night shift. Though I don't know, I'm kinda worried that I may be getting fatter. There is absolutely no objective way for me to tell.
I haven't weighed myself in a very long time. I don't let myself weigh myself because I just obsess over the numbers, and I can't really change it.

I'm thinking about using the Archimedes principle of water to indirectly weigh myself in the bathtub. I'd get a sense of difference of my weight but wouldn't calculate the whole equation. My other method was to take a digital scale, and write a program for it to read the numbers and tell me if the numbers are getting bigger or smaller.

So far, I think that the bathtube is probably the easiest to implement, without getting data that I'd know anything about.

Roger at work. The young 21 year old guy with a Hispanic background, who has lived half of his life in mexico and the other half in a trailer park. He says he is smart, and I think he's right. It's too bad he see's Amazon as his only opportunity for the future. I want to show him he has more potential, by collecting fliers of opportunities for him and giving him a gift-card to the bookstore. I also selfishly want to give him the book upsting sinclairs The Jungle, but that's mostly because I'm jealous of his higher picking rate. 

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