Monday, July 31, 2006
Well, fuck.
I was in a car accident just before 12am. It was my fault, regardless of the factors involved. The other person's car has the equivalent of a black eye, I suffered a broken arm and possible internal bleeding car wise. Physically I am a little shaken, but otherwise unharmed, the other driver is ok as well. This is just to let people know what happened to me, I'm sure you can all understand if I don't want to make a super long post about it. I'm feeling kind of like the world's biggest asshole, but otherwise I'm surprisingly calm. I don't have much else to say. Wait, no, I still have one good "FUCK!" left in me. Ok. Yeah. That about sums it up.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
In Which A Long Gap Of Time Is Condensed
Yeah, I know right? Quite the dry spell. I could not for the life of me decide there was anything I wanted to blog about. It was weird. But that's neither here nor there, let's move on.
I quit my old crappy security job. I know! Yaaaaaay! I had finally had enough of that happy horse shit. So I went and got myself another job! That's right! Who needs 'em! Turned in my two weeks notice, filled out an application for my new job and everything. It was a surprisingly fluid transition.
So, yeah I got another job, like I said, and I'll be damned if I allow anyone to jerk me around at this job.
That having been said, this security job is much better than my last. Heh. They even pay me more money. Plus, when they screw me, they at least seem apologetic. You'd be surprised how much that helps. The really amusing thing about my job is that, while I feel I'm getting a better deal, I actually do less at my new job than I did at my last job. Though, I get to wear a 100% polyester blazer while I am at my job. That does at times suck up a storm. I mean, it's 100% people! Most of you have probably been there! You don't know whether to move as little as possible, or go out and fight crime, because surely such an uncomfortable fabric was meant to be used as a bulletproof, flame resistant fabric as is only fit for a hero's rugged life. Sadly. It is neither, and merely accomplishes being overly warm. Hot even. Like I was saying though, considering most of my job consists of patrolling a building with an A.C. of Asgardian proportions (Cold is the new warm!) the gig isn't exactly taxing. I patrol the Cafeteria building, so that amounts to two floors I walk, and if I really stretch it out it takes about 15 minutes. That's if I'm really stretching too. I check doors to make sure they are locked, kitchen appliances to make sure they are working, or that the appliances that shouldn't be on are off, I walk the new office area being put in, and I occasionally go into The Catacombs. This is a claustrophobic set of stairs that leads low and back into the loading and car storage dock under building 7. The stair well is not well lit at all, but the dock area proper is. Regardless, there are so many nooks and crannies there, I generally start daydreaming about having a can of mace or something. Whole area has a very "L.A.R.P." Feeling about the place. I keep expecting to walk into one of the rooms and see a very shocked 33 year old virgin with his hands crisscrossed in front of him and screaming "I'm invisible, you can't seeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" as I kick his sorry ass out.
Otherwise, pretty much no other real big news in my life. I've been playing more video games, and reading a little more of this and that, though primarily a lot of Heinlen. Right now I'm reading Tokyo Suckerpunch. The verdict? Not too shabby at all. On my 1-10 as a book? 7. Good pacing, nice setting of tone, and characters that are fantastic, but still oddly believable. Western and Eastern cultures strike me as probably one of your more difficult synergies to create, and Isaac Adamson does an admirable job, especially when he seems to also be injecting quite a bit of very enjoyable "pulp noir". On my 1-10 for witty repartee? Like, a 9. There are just some great moments in this book. Huh. That was almost a book review. Oh dear. You'll hear from me soon about some of the things I've found funny later. You know. In my blog. Salute!
I quit my old crappy security job. I know! Yaaaaaay! I had finally had enough of that happy horse shit. So I went and got myself another job! That's right! Who needs 'em! Turned in my two weeks notice, filled out an application for my new job and everything. It was a surprisingly fluid transition.
So, yeah I got another job, like I said, and I'll be damned if I allow anyone to jerk me around at this job.
That having been said, this security job is much better than my last. Heh. They even pay me more money. Plus, when they screw me, they at least seem apologetic. You'd be surprised how much that helps. The really amusing thing about my job is that, while I feel I'm getting a better deal, I actually do less at my new job than I did at my last job. Though, I get to wear a 100% polyester blazer while I am at my job. That does at times suck up a storm. I mean, it's 100% people! Most of you have probably been there! You don't know whether to move as little as possible, or go out and fight crime, because surely such an uncomfortable fabric was meant to be used as a bulletproof, flame resistant fabric as is only fit for a hero's rugged life. Sadly. It is neither, and merely accomplishes being overly warm. Hot even. Like I was saying though, considering most of my job consists of patrolling a building with an A.C. of Asgardian proportions (Cold is the new warm!) the gig isn't exactly taxing. I patrol the Cafeteria building, so that amounts to two floors I walk, and if I really stretch it out it takes about 15 minutes. That's if I'm really stretching too. I check doors to make sure they are locked, kitchen appliances to make sure they are working, or that the appliances that shouldn't be on are off, I walk the new office area being put in, and I occasionally go into The Catacombs. This is a claustrophobic set of stairs that leads low and back into the loading and car storage dock under building 7. The stair well is not well lit at all, but the dock area proper is. Regardless, there are so many nooks and crannies there, I generally start daydreaming about having a can of mace or something. Whole area has a very "L.A.R.P." Feeling about the place. I keep expecting to walk into one of the rooms and see a very shocked 33 year old virgin with his hands crisscrossed in front of him and screaming "I'm invisible, you can't seeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" as I kick his sorry ass out.
Otherwise, pretty much no other real big news in my life. I've been playing more video games, and reading a little more of this and that, though primarily a lot of Heinlen. Right now I'm reading Tokyo Suckerpunch. The verdict? Not too shabby at all. On my 1-10 as a book? 7. Good pacing, nice setting of tone, and characters that are fantastic, but still oddly believable. Western and Eastern cultures strike me as probably one of your more difficult synergies to create, and Isaac Adamson does an admirable job, especially when he seems to also be injecting quite a bit of very enjoyable "pulp noir". On my 1-10 for witty repartee? Like, a 9. There are just some great moments in this book. Huh. That was almost a book review. Oh dear. You'll hear from me soon about some of the things I've found funny later. You know. In my blog. Salute!
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