Monday Mix

I continue to have dreams that I missed a final. I took my last final two weeks ago. In my dreams, I usually miss a final for some math class. I haven't taken math since my junior year in high school. I can still throw numbers together, but knowing I wouldn't need to associate with them on a deeper level was a contributing factor in choosing advertising. The most math in my day usually involves computing the cost of a meal, 20-gallon tank of diesel fuel, or t-shirt from Target and translate that total into hours of work. For example, Joanna and I ate at Subway today (and sang the "$5 dollar foot-long" jingle the whole time in line... don't tell me advertising doesn't work its magic!) and cost us 45 minutes of work time. But with Joanna also working full-time, that Italian BMT and Cold Cut Trio only cost about 25 minutes of combined work time. After the numbers have been crunched, the most important question arises: did the sandwich artists at Subway deserve 25 minutes of our work time? I answer with a resounding, "Yes."

I might be a bit bias with my work time vs. worthiness formula this week considering the fact $600 magically appeared in our bank account this week. President Bush might be receiving record low approval ratings, but he gets two big thumbs up from this guy. It is yet to be seen whether or not it will actually stimulate the economy (which I think it will), but it certainly has stimulated my .15% Wells Fargo savings account. I've decided to switch to Washington Mutual this week. They offer a 3.25% online savings account and their web URL (wamu.com) is a full six characters shorter than Wells Fargos'. And we all know time equals money.

Tomorrow (hopefully) is my final day riding the public transit. I will definitely miss seeing some of the shady characters on the 830 route, but I'll probably end up seeing them on the news at some point for committing some crime. They might have started taking the bus like me: a young, aspiring professional who had simple car troubles. Give me another two weeks riding that thing and you might see me wreaking havoc too. Is public transportation at fault for our deteriorating society? Stay tuned.