Tag: 2004
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20 Years of Happiness – Thoughts from March 12, 2026 – Part 1

My start date at Disneyland was March 13, 2005, even though I started working on November 13, 2004. It took me six months to get full time. I was 34 years old when I started working at Disney. Today is one day before my 21-year celebration, but I’m celebrating my 20-year anniversary with Disney. The…
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Laughing at Conservatives – Thoughts from February 26, 2023

This happened at the beginning of February, but I thought I’d talk about it before February runs out. Patti and I were grocery shopping and an older gentleman was walking around with a blazer on making him look like a professor at a college. For all I know, he was. As he walked by us,…
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Headed to Disneyland – Thoughts from November 10, 2004

All the songs on my MP3 player are sad songs. I need to change that. I need high-energy songs now. This whole “new chapter in my life” thing is happening, and I need to get excited and energized about it. I’m starting my training at Disneyland at 10:00 AM this Saturday. Brad, who I talked…
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Working with Anxiety – Thoughts from October 19, 2004

Well, it’s been a while, but I’m back. Back in time, back to the Assessor’s office, and back to being clueless about what I’m doing with my life. Back to being scheduled every minute of the day, and back to that anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach for much of the day. Most…
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I’m Working on It – Thoughts from May 11 and 19, 2004

May 11, 2004 We had my mom over for Mother’s Day on, strangely enough, Mother’s Day this weekend. Our newly finished kitchen can be used to make shrimp, etc. We also had a Mother’s Day celebration at Patti’s mom’s house. I nerded it up with “the boys” most of the time. We were looking at…
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Longing to Create Something in the World – Thoughts from April 12, 2004

Far from being happy about life, I sit. This sentiment has worn me down to a fine point. I hate the world and want it to bleed. I want to bleed. It’s only in typing these words that I realize I have not expressed the last sentence except to myself. Don’t worry. You can kill…



