November 2001
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Dear Safeway,
Please don't refer to me by my last name (i.e. Mr. Studebaker) after I make a purchase and use my fucking Safeway card. I know who I am and it's awfully phony when the cashier, with whom I have no rapport, presumes to act familiar with me. Your policy is awfully creepy.
Love,
spivak
Hallowe'en was all loud at night, there's a full moon and tonight's episode of Enterprise was quite good. Tightly written and directed though a touch befuddling at points because one character was apparently deep within the Vulcan catacombs trying to rebuild an ancient Vulcan radio to contact the Enterprise and a quick cut a few seconds later had him back upstairs pretending to be asleep.
The Andorian Incident told a good story as well as put the Vulcans in a bad light. One thing that I do hope is that the humans eventually push the Vulcans too far and the Vulcans refuse to back them up anymore because of Archer's actions.
Low point of tonight's episode was the fact that Archer's beagle didn't make a waggy appearance.
I found out how to get on LambdaMOO from training / work. Iit was fairly easy after playing around with help files and going through the system. The machines have QBasic and the gorilla game but there's no solitaire available.
The gorilla game is relatively loud so I don't play with it. When I first started playing, I freaked and hit the power switch to reboot the computer hoping that would kill the sound and restart everything. Sadly whomever set up the computers in the training room thought it would be intelligent to daisy chain the power strips so the computer on the far left (mine) controlled the power supply for the entire row. Dorks. Right now I switch back and forth between being nervous about this job since I hate people and they're pushing selling so much even though I figured the job would just be handling issues. If i make 100% compliance for 6 months then I'll get a raise. Oh boy, piss to poor.
The job search shall ensue in earnest come this Sunday.
I finally had a dream last night set in Colorado. I went to Safeway and stood in line at the cashier when I saw a piece of glowing yellow bamboo floating in midair. There were other people trying to turn the rod on its side to no avail. When I turned it over, it turned green and I was told by the cashier that I had just won 20k. The dream was very realistic. I went to the bank to deposit the check and realized that this was going to be viewed as being suspicious by someone. I tried getting it back except I forgot my photo ID at home (this is what told me that i was in Colorado). The bank looked like someone's downstairs bar with bad wood panelling. Frustrated, I went home to search but I didn't find any ID so I tried schmoozing the teller, telling her that I'd rub her back and stuff, but she wouldn't give an inch. At least I had the money but now I was sure the governement was going to audit me or something since what I deposited was greater than 10k. I wandered downstairs (deeper than the basement bank) and on the stairs I found a bunch of clear plastic boxes filled with dice. It made me so happy because the dice were clear and had the same color scheme as my current dice pool along with a few other dice which were complete sets and didn't clash with my current dice.
Today I received a package from home bearing three USA flag stickers for the window and an envelope bearing a c-note and a fifty. Yippee. Today was pay day which meant my paltry paycheck from the past two weeks. Dicks, people. The trainer noted that most people come to training, sit through the course then after the first check arrives these students are last seen leaving their cares on the doorstep and going down the sunny side of the street.
The rest of the day was relatively boring with bill paying and all that other happy fun shit. One thing about my apartment is the fact that the shower is small for me, regardless of my bulk it'd be small for me, and it's keeping me from showering more often than I have been lately. For a few days I got to the point where I was certain hhsb would post about me or something.
I need to make up my fucking mind. Last week around this time I was miserable. Now I am the opposite.
The past few days have been exceptionally good in real life and Saturday was particularly swell. Sunday feels like it will be busy but I am hoping to schedule things so I can spend as much time being lazy and doing nothing over my weekend. Hopefully the only strenuous activity I will engage myself in will be cleaning up the apartment and showering myself.
I won't go into detail about my day just yet. Maybe in the entry for Monday morning.
What I will mention is that I kick major ass at Grand Theft Auto 3 and this is my current wallpaper in Windows.
Jaybird and maribou came downstairs to tell me that they had found friends for me who would be arriving soon. The Birds said they would stay around just in case I felt awkward or I needed moral support. The friends they acquired for me were from some adult personals ad who were looking to swing but the Birds had misinterpreted thinking that adult personals were where one meets an adult rather than meeting people for sex. One quick note, my apartment was upstairs but it wasn't the upstairs apartment. The only thing which changed was the fact that my stairs went down instead of up and the washing machines were out on an enclosed patio rather than on ground level.
The new friends came in, they had a three eyed yellow lab who only understood commands in Dolor. When I checked my dictionary the definition for Dolor was some old Italian dialect. The guy had hair like Riff Raff from the Rocky Horror Picture Show and a face like the monster from Young Frankenstein. His female companion was extraordinarily tall and completely out of proportion with a small torso, tremendously long legs and spidery arms. She did have a cute face. Jaybird and maribou decided to start playing checkers in the kitchen. The new arrivals reached inside a paper grocery bag and pulled out a small gray kitten and said he was a housewarming gift. Like all kittens, this one was all claws with soft fur and a piercing mew. Not wanting the little scamp to get outdoors and be lost, I put him in my bedroom but soon learned the kitten could flatten itself and squeeze out through the crack at the bottom of the door. Oh dear.
The new friends left with their dog and Jaybird and maribou vanished into thin air. I told the kitten to stay put and I would be back really soon after I went to procure kitty supplies. The kitty complied. On my way back with unknown contents of my bag I went into what would be the basement in my waking life and found a young blonde woman writing around on the floor. She got up, winked and told me about how I should check out this one movie in a fashion which would imply the movie was quite saucy then exited stage left. Luckily a videotape of that movie was on the floor so I ran upstairs and popped it into my VCR. The movie was rated G, yes the woman was writing around covered in small beads of water or sweat in clingy garments but at no point was she ever naked or did anything suggestive happen. That's when I crushed the VCR in frustration.
I came across this site earlier today, someone's doing critiques of diaries. Sadly they're not diaries that I'm aware of nor did I happen to see myself listed there. I don't read any other diaries actually because I'm so self absorbed and I can count the number of people online that I care about on one hand of a clumsy wood shop teacher and those people don't have online diaries or I see them often enough in real life that it would feel redundant to read their online diary. This Moosehead's site seems to be alright, it's catty but not vicious enough. I know that the site is about critiquing pages and content but I'd figure there'd be some cutting judgements on the various people who maintain online diaries.
Once again, I was dead in a dream. This took place in the middle of the night in some obscure apartment that I could not leave. Since I was dead, I could see the actual moment of death and where the baby ghost was born fully formed from the corpse. I wandered around the apartment and discovered that my sister lived there along with her best friend. When I wasn't watching souls leave bodies at the moment of death I was peeping on my sister's friend in the shower discovering that I could communicate with her in one fashion or another to the point where I could give her instructions for things to do so I could watch her naked more effectively.
The only adversary in this dream was this bony fish that resembled one of the monsters from the Devonian period of Earth's prehistory (go to that page and use Edit -> Find 'placoderm'. The top image is a dead ringer for that beast's skull). It was all head with a gaping maw bearing hundreds of needlelike teeth, blue eyes and there was a small tail about half the length of the whole body, overall the beast seemed to be about 6 inches long. It lived in a fishtank and swam about merrily, somehow it could also sense me even though I was just a ghost to it. Something happened and it started dying, my sister was all upset about her strange and dangerous fish dying so she pulled it out of the tank and cradled it in her arms. I could see the beast's soul start to creep out of the corpse, wriggling its little electric blue soul body from the soon to be corpse. That's when it saw me and the rest of the dream was made up of avoiding the ghost of this little monster.
Monday was dull, I went online, I ate and then did nothing else for the rest of the day. Oh, I got my paycheck cashed and I should be figuring out a budget for me but I don't think it's going to happen anytime soon unless I get bored at work. My only responsibility today is to send out payment for the telephone and that'll be that.
I've also been dicking around with The Hero Machine making up various characters with different color schemes and uniforms. This thing is helping me get my thoughts together for my mini steampunk campaign as well as getting me into imagining other characters for future games (if there are any).
Every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better.
Let's see how short lived that feeling will be (glory is fleeting) but I might as well share it with you, gentle reader.
First off there's my weekend that I haven't spoken about because I wanted to at least have an idea that Devo might've read what I emailed her before sharing it with my readership.
On Friday I found out that someone might get a group of people together to play in my Vampire campaign set in Asbury Park. I'm not going to get my hopes up but I still feel pretty good about this. I went to training and afterwards the trainer mentioned how someone in the class asked him out for drinks and wondered if he could extend the invitation to the rest of the people in class and did so. Well I went home first to check email and snail mail and discovered that one of the places that I contacted about work so many months ago had gotten in touch with me through regular anthraxed mail. Oh boy. The reply was hand written as well! Double oh boy! Hopefully I'll hear back this week and have an interview sometime next week (most likely on Monday) then maybe I might have a job as an Art slash Executive Director for some arts place near Pikes Peak. Hopefully it'll pay more than what I'm getting at MCI and with less dicklicking since MCI's work is mostly dicklicking. Very wretched.
Friday was also the day that I discovered how to get onto LambdaMOO at work and rediscover the joys of using command line unix! My terminal is running NT, I went to Help then searched for Run and clicked on something about File Manager which had a link which would open the File Manager. I scrolled down to system32 and fired up telnet.exe pointing it at heptapod.org then checked PINE, surprised myself at how much I remembered about MOOing in raw telnet and how bad my typing really isn't since I've been typing so much for so many years then went on LambdaMOO to sit around and idle and talk with a few folks because I could. Nice thing is that the telnet ports are not being sniffed so my activities are safe.
Back to the story. I went out to Old Chicago off Rt. 25 and had a Guinness and a buffalo chicken sandwich (inferior to the fare at Hooters, i'm sure the pizza at Old Chicago is better), sat and hung out for about two hours. The guy who instigated this event ended up paying for everyone and he wouldn't fall for my schtick of "Hey, you dropped fifteen bucks" either. Bah. When I got back home I had a message from Jay inviting me up to play Grand Theft Auto 3 which was extra happiness so I trundled upstairs and sat around talking and watching him play and he watched me play as well. Friday was a really good night. Grand Theft Auto 3 is definitely a game that would make me drop a bundle for a PS2. In fact when I went for a walk down to 7-11 tonight I passed by this one house where some guy has a 1968 Mustang with tinted windows and it's painted a cherry - scarlet color, the first thought to pass through my mind was "Man, it'd be great to jack that car."
On Sunday I went over to visit with the Birds and it was another lovely night of Grand Theft Auto 3 and I ordered pizza and paid for it too. maribou played GTA3 but killed herself really quick because she's a chick. During my downtime from work I was taking notes and scribbling down ideas for my steampunk campaign until it started to feel too unwieldy and intimidating for me to run for a few weeks. I'm sure if I let it sit on the shelf and age that an idea will strike me and I'll return to it with renewed fervor.
MCI today was a boring day where we reviewed simple billing, started doing DAT calls (listen to some .wav file and try to figure out the computer customer's problem then solve it using flow charts) and then followed by a guest speaker who went off on her job in quality management. Yawn. Thank goodness for LambdaMOO and PINE. When I got home there was a package for me from my father and inside was a lovely dark gray sweatshirt with a hood and two hair care items. This pleased me and when I went to 7-11, ogling cars along the way, I wore the sweatshirt too because I'm a big dork. Before I went to 7-11, I had this great idea and spoke with two folks about this concept. I reckon something like this will work and can be pulled off but will there be a way to ensure a modicum of popularity so the site doesn't die because nobody goes there or submits content? I'll be working on the graphics in my free time. Once this thing is up and running I'll let more folks know about this and then share it with the rest of the world.
No, this isn't some money making scheme or porn site but it does deal with something that I enjoy quite a bit. No, it's not about fat chicks.
Finally I've been feeling so good from stuff that's been happening lately that an incident today didn't ruin my mood one iota. I was coming into work and tried swiping my ID through the reader but the fucking thing wouldn't work and unlock the door for me. I tried to get the attention of the square badges so they could buzz me in, waving my ID card at them so they didn't think I was trying to break into the super secret boiler room of MCI. Finally they got a fucking clue and buzzed me in but I was so frustrated at the thought of being late for the first time that I grumbled "fuck". This crone heard me and today I got my first written warning for unprofessional behavior which means I won't get a raise or be promoted for six months. Great, I said "fuck". Sure I could've been adult and used baby cursing like "fudge" or "golly" which I usually use there because they're so fucking anal retentive about coarse language but hot damn I was pissed and needed to vent. When I was told that some disciplinary manager wanted to see me I thought they were talking about another guy who had the same first name but was directed to the right guy and found out that the elderly cunt lodged a complaint against me which led to the written warning. My mood was fairly neutral, I didn't snarl nor did I give them a surly look at the ridiculousness of this whole situation but an hour later I was feeling fine and I was done with it.
I'm not too happy with this entry because there's not enough variety in the sentence structure which lends to tedious reading but this is a happy entry overall.
P.S. Makonan says she doesn't want anything to do with me anymore. Thought I would mention that at least once on this diary.
Glory be.
Today was cloudy and now it's windy and slightly rainy and cold much to my personal joy. I was shown someone's personal website along with a password to view various entries and I am hoping that the fact I can read that journal will not keep the author from continuing with daily posts and stuff.
There may be a vampire game soon much to my amusement but I'm not going to get my hopes up but the possibility still makes me feel happy.
I saw K-PAX tonight and the movie had the message that if you have an imagination, any intelligence or dreams then you must be forced down to earth even though you are not hurting anyone and have reality rubbed in your face like some evil moron would rub their dog's face into a pile of shit for taking a shit on their supposedly good rug. At least at the end it showed that once someone is without any dreams or ambitions, that individual is essentially dead. maribou said the movie was very Buddhist in its outlook and Jaybird liked the movie but he didn't seem all that thrilled with it. I believe he felt that I was going to classify it as some sort of feel good movie but I can't see how anyone can feel good after seeing this movie considering the little (in the sense of things in the universe and the world) tragedy which was the crucible for the main storyline of this particular tale.
All the wondering about "Is he an alien or not" is fucking stupid and it only serves to make film critics sound like puppetheads for the movie studios trying to tell audiences what to think or how to have a conversation when most people can't string together five words past "Nice weather, eh?"
Then again most employment environments, which are usually someone's only social outlet, are quite restrictive and arbitrary by their nature. Watch your language because if someone sensitive hears you say a bad word then you'll get in trouble and have your livelihood endangered or just the simple idea of sexual harassment guidelines. Yes those guidelines are in place for a reason because there's pressure from lawyers and insurance agencies because of a minority which will engage in untoward activity to the extreme.
When I'm in a situation where there are such guidelines I get all tense and close myself off lest I offend anyone because I don't want to lose my job for looking at someone the wrong way or brushing against them while walking through the halls and having them scream rape with the ensuing lynching. No, I'm not looking to harass anyone but harassment is so subjective and most people are fucking dimwit sheep who decide "Oh, they're weak. Therefore they're victims and therefore they have more say and carry more weight because in real life they don't have any affect on people so they have to be empowered. Gay dick for all!" MCI is pathetic, everything there is geared towards giving folks self-esteem. Like early in training the guest speakers would come in and be aghast that noone applauded that they came in with their big dumb balls. Great, you work here. Now you're discussing how much money you make like the tacky talentless fuck you are. Why does this deserve applause? To be polite? I thought being silent and allowing someone to have their say was polite. Oh look, come to Club (spelled with a 1 in the MCI literature and posters) so we can applaud you like some fucking war hero because you made a lot of sales. Piss for all but especially for you. :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
One thing that's sad is I heard today that most of the people at MCI are always dating and screwing other people from MCI. I don't see how the fuck that happens considering even starting something which would lead to buggery or a clean wholesome date which ends in a handshake and a silent prayer to Jesus to give thanks for his bounty could be considered a violation of the sexual harassment guidelines. That's probably one of those catch-22's.
I'm not looking for anyone so it doesn't matter despite the fact that I obsess over this kind of stuff in hopes of understanding people. Like how I can't understand this one thing that I see among social circles where there will be a group of guy friends but they have one or two female friends that they've all stuck their dicks in at one time or another and they continue to keep that little sex circle going for as long as someone doesn't get "weird" and start using words like "love" or get too attached to the partner du jour. What is up with that? What do people get out of something like that? Is this just me being some typical non-poly person who needs to piss on someone's parade because I simply don't believe in what they believe? Why the fuck am I bringing up poly anyway?
This entry has been incoherent enough and it has the potential to get even worse so I'm cutting it here. Bye.
Welcome to MCI! MCI is where people thump, applaud, shout, hoot and holler all day when they aren't being productive like they're in god damned kindergarten. Once you're an employee of MCI you can enjoy the ambiance of the break room and smoking patio. Sure it feels like a yard scene from a prison movie where someone might pass a shiv along to someone else and stab their victim to death for ruining a local toll sale. Nothing feels classier than the big bank of phones, now you can pretend it's your once a week collect call to your best girl while minorities line up behind you hissing "hurry up, yo".
But wait, there's more! If you get hired now and say that Haakon Studebaker referred you not only will I get 150 bucks in 90 days but also you can experience the joys of people reliving the fun, love and excitement of high school by talking loudly and laughing while sloughing off work then forming cliques while supervisors endeavor to create divisions among employees through competition. Need a significant other? No problem, as long as you're an employee of MCI and involved in one of the many cliques you are assured of hobble doo gee from our stable of minimally educated day laborers. Can it get any better? YOU BET IT CAN!!! Listen to surly customers while fumbling with an antiquated system which constantly crashes (if you ever call mci for any reason and the rep says they can't help you because the system is currently updating it means everything crashed and most of your data is lost and will take at least a business day to recover at most. try calling them on that little white lie!).
My car wouldn't start. I hope if I get a jumpstart from Jaybird tonight that will fix things up for a while until I can pay to get my car in decent order again. Fuck. My mood is waning but hearing that I am now part of the database project to enter Jerkcity comics into a searchable database makes me feel somewhat good and the fact I was able to bum a ride off maribou to get to work. Thank goodness she has Thursdays off, I tell you what otherwise I wouldn't have made it here today and I can't afford to miss a day since I need money.
Ends up that my car has another problem besides the starter much to my consternation. I sighed heavily and will have to wait to make an appointment to ascertain the problem regarding my automobile. The first thing that went through my mind is "Well fuck, everything that I brought with me is dying. When the fuck do I get my chance to fucking die?" Luckily I was able to get a ride to work from maribou this morning and I'll be getting a ride on Friday and hopefully on Saturday but on Saturday I'll be returning home relatively early because it's the exam day and everything so I will have to let folks know, if they do drive me, when I will be making my egress from MCI. What fucking sucks is that I'll probably be paid for a half day on Saturday. Sigh.
Things started out where I had awakened from a dream which I can no longer recall but I was transcribing the dream onto the laptop in the slim time before I actually get up and run out to work. I kept typing until Jaybird came over to pick me up and drive me back home from work even though I was already at home. We drove through the twilight, I said "Hey, I owe you money" and I reached into my pocket for a big bag of quarters, nickels and dimes but the fifty dollar bill that I was expecting to be in there wasn't in there much to my consternation. Jaybird said the car was getting low on gas so he pulled into a Texaco where I got out to fetch a newspaper but when I turned around all I saw were the taillights of Jaybird's car driving away into the sunset. It was getting dark so I started walking back where I thought I had come from in the first place and the further I walked towards the origin of my little trip the lighter the sky became.
That's about the time I ran across these two girls wearing bikinis that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. These young strumpets were parading across various suburban lawns, laughing it up. Their outfits weren't so much bikinis but they had bikini tops and allegedly bottoms but the bottoms were covered with these breezy pieces of cloth bearing Hawaiian style prints with a slit along the side that displayed the length of their leg when they walked just right. What did I do? I immediately lept at them and started licking and sucking and biting at all parts of them while I developed a raging hardon. The closer my face got to their young skin, the darker it got and suddenly I was awake in bed reaching for the laptop to start transcribing my dream. maribou came downstairs, leaned over my shoulder and I remarked she would be interested in this dream since it involved sex like a previous dream (When she drove me to work in the morning she denied that's what made the previous dream interesting to her. She stated that my dreams tend to be non-linear and hard to read which is why she skips my dreams) and she sat on the floor waiting for me to finish typing when I jolted awake and I was no longer in the realm of dreams.
My mood is now dipping but I am hoping this will level off and somehow I'll have some sort of happiness profit which would bear me through the weekend and whatever shall come in the next few weeks.
I'm a great big idiot but I am a great big thankful idiot.
Turns out that my gas gauge is kooky for some reason and the reason my car wouldn't start was the fact that the tank was almost empty. Hellfire, it looked like I had enough to fill up and get to work in the morning but Jaybird was patient enough to put a token of gas in the tank and start up my car. When driving me back home he mentioned that henceforward it'd be wise to keep my car's gas tank at least half-full to avoid this problem in the near future. Now I only have to worry about getting my car's driver side mirror fixed rather than some bullshit with the fuel system or the alternator or a new battery or something arcane and expensive.
Whew.
Lastly I posted the requirements to engage in my vampire campaign for perusal, not that any of the potential players will be checking my site anytime soon.
Today I finished the first half of training to be a customer service representative at MCI. I got free eats and then I came home. Ended up getting a 100 on the final exam too. That was happy in a pathetic kind of way. The day before someone saw a bug on the window and a chorus started up of "kill it!" The trainer didn't kill the bug and just pulled the shade down over the bug so the little bug is out of sight and therefore out of mind. Today I went over to the window, caught the bug in a cup and gave it some rice to eat while the bug waited to go home with me. When I did get home I let the little bug free onto a bush in the backyard and I blew a kiss at the little bug. Also I let the little bug know that my window is open and if the little bug gets too cold they're more than welcome to come inside and stay warm with me.
Since I got home earlier than usual I had lots of time and Jaybird invited me up for Grand Theft Auto 3 and I ended up beating Big and Veiny for him after ten tries. Hooray! But he and maribou went to bed around nine so I went out to have a beer and some dinner which ended up being much too much than what I was expecting in the first place.
I went out because I wanted to see people but as usual my sojourn didn't end up being too social, just me going around and keeping to myself writing something in my notebook. I'm tired and lonely and I want attention.
Somehow I was back in New Jersey at night time sitting on the porch in the backyard. I turned to look down at the little side street and bushes which provided a modicum of privacy and discovered the outline of a wolf. He was an awfully big fellow and nothing was bushy about him. Before I could remark upon the unusual guest, I was beset upon by the lupine who locked his muzzle around my left arm. One good thing was that I was wearing my leather jacket which meant I was only being bruised rather than cut by the wolf's teeth, the other good thing being so close to the patio door which I opened and said in a normal tone of voice, "Po-lice" which came out sounding like "Please". Inbetween talking through the patio door I kept making eye contact with the wolf because I knew that would keep the wolf from biting my arm any worse than he had already. Ends up that the lights were on but nobody was home so I yanked my arm out of the wolf's mouth and went inside. Upstairs there were people I didn't know sitting in a corner of the living room talking and I had this knowing which made me sit down at the dining room table and begin doing organizational work. Eventually I learn that there's going to be a party there. This one chick walks up to me and apologizes, "It seems that we won't be wearing sweatshirts but we'll be going around completely nude. Is that alright with you?" After I heard the word "nude" I had turned my back on her to find my digital camera because hot damn I was finally going to be able to send in photos to VoyeurWeb and maybe RedClouds. the end. I didn't even get a chance to take any phoots but I did grope that girl's chest for a minute before going for the digital camera.
I walked down to the Utopia for lunch today and had breakfast food. I didn't get up in time to get breakfast food from Wooglin's because they fucking shut down before any decent people are awake in the morning. Criminy. Spent most of my lunch writing down the Sabbat side of the story for my vampire campaign along with fleshing out a few characters and giving them a personality rather than having one dimensional adversaries. What has me in a quandry at the moment is trying to figure out how to break up a story arc into little stories and adventures that will help players without making them feel like someone's holding their hand or saying "Go there!"
Stopped by the comic store and picked up a Bone compilation then came back home where I found some messages on Yahoo from Devo which basically said she was busy and that it wasn't going to change anytime soon. I decided to talk with hhsb since she always seems to give me the straight dope or it seems like the straight dope because she doesn't sugarcoat what she says. After talking with her briefly I figured that I should talk with Devo. What keeps me from talking with Devo is that when it comes to this kinda stuff (right now i'm of the belief i'm being let down slowly and softly) she says I'm going off on some flight of fancy and I consider that to be a negative thing. It's unrealistic of me but I don't want to be negative around her or some other folks.
Seems that the biggest draw of this web site is my mirror of the Dilbert cartoons than anything else. Nothing more annoying than going through my logs and seeing shitloads of requests for stuff that's really fucking old. I'm more interested in seeing who comes to the site just to see my site but so far it seems that Makonan doesn't come here anymore (duh) and I really don't recognize anyone else. Reckon that I'll take down the Dilber stuff sometime in the near future if it seems that the 5gb of bandwidth I have with Verve Hosting is being burned up. I do know there's a bit of stuff on this site that shouldn't be here because it was uploaded to show once but I was lazy and didn't take it down since I wanted other folks to get a look-see.
Yesterday went fast which is a good thing, I reckon. Shit, I left the notebook out in the car and I have a dream to transcribe since there's nothing else to talk about except work. I made no sales today but I did thirty calls in 2h 42m with an average handling time of 290 seconds. Hot damn, that's ten seconds below what's expected out on the floor. Hopefully I none of those customers will call back to complain about my being green and incompetent.
Early yesterday morning I was living back in New Jersey in an abandoned mansion that was trashed by a retard. I moved into the building, dropping laundry everywhere then went out to get Devo from the airport. Left all the lights on in the mansion.
It was raining, the roads were cluttered and I got lost in a big parking lot. I called my dad on a cellphone and he was unaware of anything so I went back to my place. Devo was upstairs giving me some attitude of find someplace else to rest my head so I slept downstairs then sleepwalked out to a big brick building like a school across the way from the mansion. It was over rolling hills that reminded me of the moon church dream. Morning. I went upstairs but not before calling dad asking what to do with Devo. He ended up saying that he had an errand for me instead. I went out to the mansion but Devo had already left without saying goodbye. Screw dad. I'm gonna go get some real shut-eye up in the mansion. Woke up in the middle of the night, Lenny and Squiggy had come inside and were stealing my laundry. This seriously pissed me off. They wondered what my damage was because the place was abandoned and I was only a ghost.
The place looked even worse for wear from spots the retard kicked out but at least it didn't leak when it rained really hard. After the Lenny and Squiggy incident I had a panic attack that I was late for work.
Oh fuck.
Work's in Colorado.
Oh fuck
It's my first real day at work so I can't be late.
Oh fuck.
That's when I started driving back to Colorado.
While I was transcribing that dream I had deja vu. It had to be one of the most lucid feelings of deja vu that I have ever experienced because everything just fit into place, coming into focus, and became more real than reality. There was the new trainer for A-Bay leaning on the cubicle wall, this guy who wants to play in my Vampire game sitting to my right, that guy's step brother on my left. Reckon that's about it. Things are boring which is why I'm posting more dreams lately.
Hopefully Wednesday was about the worst that it can get in customer service at MCI. I wasn't annoyed at angry people phoning in but more annoyed at my brain going blank over simple things then being angry at myself for not doing things simply and effortlessly like the pacesetters.
I sincerely hope that things will get better. On the up side of life, I have Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving. That's merry except not as merry as it would be working on the Friday after Thanksgiving making 20 bucks an hour. My father also told me that NYC might have work for me right now so I'll probably phone them from MCI to make Christmas money on the side since my pay is piss right now under the aegis of Microwave Communications Incorporated. Actually MCI doesn't stand for anything anymore.
I have a joke. Jaybird made the joke funnier.
Why did the police officer shoot the octopus?
Because he was armed.
Jaybird followed up with "Because he was black!!" which made me almost pee myself.
Have a lovely day.
P.S. I hope to get a schedule when I'm really working at MCI rather than being in training where I can get home before seven mountain time so I can spend my Wednesdays and Thursdays with the Birds. They really are super and I love them.
Okay, it's late when I write this. Seems that I'm beginning to think that if I have more than one beer a week I'm heading down the road to alcoholism. I don't mind the taste of beer anymore since it's supposed to be gross but fizzy and the worse it is the more I like it even if it is warm but not that warm. The cool thing about the one beer I've been having when I do visit the Birds is Samuel Adams Winter Brew because when I drink it I get a feeling like a piss shiver when it starts going down my throat and it's pretty neat. Just want to go out drinking with someone once so they can laugh at me when I start getting boisterous after one beer and like two hours later I start getting moody because of the alcohol in me. I'm such a lightweight which is depressing since it makes me less manly but heck maybe that's a good thing since then I won't become an alcholic or build up a tolerance to it.
So I was bad on Thursday night when Jaybird and I went oot for a walk and talked and I know that I was not subtle or sardonic about my inebriated state. During wrestling, which was GOOD with the ECW bald homo yelling at Vince McMahon, I had three beers killing off the beer that Jaybird doesn't like and then we went out for a walk and it was cool but I was surprised we came home before ten and I thought it was at least 10:30 at night. I'm going oot on Saturday night with folks from work but different folks from work than I went out with that other Saturday and I won't be going to Old Chicago but to some place called Jack Quinn's downtown which is by the Utopia. Fucking a! This oughta kick ass but I don't know if I'll drink socially or not.
maribou was all cranky and everything tonight but I reckon it was just magnified from worrying about her test that she's SURE to ace tomorrow because she's so damned smart despite my cutting observations using spivak's answer.
spivak's razor: If it sounds right then it is right because it has to be right because it's the simplest possible answer I can think of regardless of my state of mind or health.
Good night. Or day. Or something.
Jaybird and I definitely have to go out to some old man bar and go drinking and play pool then get into a fight with some folks who diss something.
The neatest thing about going out on the walk was when we were coming back and there was this wee little black kitty and I sat down and did the little busy The Cat music and kitty RAN over to me and I petted her for a few minutes and told her that she's beautiful and I love her.
For whatever reason I found myself driving through Utah with Mordred. I didn't know that I was with Mordred until we stopped at the Monument Cafe where we stopped in to get some breakfast. There was something about this cafe that made it worthwhile but the food wasn't very good nor did there seem to be anything interesting about it so I left and waited by the car until Mordred came out and we started driving again. She said that we were headed over to the rainbow bridge which was only five minutes away. When we arrived five minutes later it was nighttime, to the right were strange rock formations like stalagmites which were twelve feet tall and very thin with rounded tips but very wide bases.
I sat on the dust feeling very bored while Mordred droned on and on about the rainbow bridge and that I was supposed to be there which made me grow irritated so I wandered underneath the bridge past the chainlink fence that keeps people from going underneath this formation. A few rocks fell down when there was a flash of lightning that was the color of flesh, it didn't stop. In fact it started to chase me, churning up the ground like a tornado. Over the roar someone was yelling something at me and I stopped to face it with open arms. I think it hit me or it just stopped mere inches from striking me. About then I had the feeling I had missed out on something great or the something great had happened but I just couldn't appreciate the situation.
Mordred vanished so I got back into the car, a big green Buick, and headed back to the Monument Cafe. The further I got from the rainbow bridge, the lighter the sky became. In the restaurant I noticed that if I sat in just the right place I had a lovely view of the rainbow bridge with the sun rising through the arch. The rest of the dream ended up being some strange mish-mash of Half-Life and Grand Theft Auto 3 where I was running around shooting people, going through subway tunnels which doubled as sewers making it extraordinarily dangerous since the third rail wasn't always above the waterline. It ended when I was throwing grenades at people and went into a subway station to keep a low profile until the heat of the Civilian Defense Unit (made up of one retired cop and gun totin' old ladies) died down. The subway station didn't look like a subway station but more like the foyer of a fancy schmancy saloon with two people guarding the ingress. One of the guards was this fat old hippie or biker with a shotgun and his bitch with a rocket launcher. One of the old ladies from the CDU came into my hideout but as I reached into the doughnut box holding my guns the guards announced that no guns are to be used in here. Seems like that was only directed at the old lady because she was armed to the teeth. After some consternation and wondering if I could take out the guards if they decided to turn on me I finally pulled out a .44 revolver and blew the old lady's brains out then ran out the door into the land of the waking.
So last night when I was driving back home from work I saw the thin sliver of the moon hanging low in the west but as I got further down Rt. 25 I could see the moon setting behind Cheyenne Mountain. At one point it was like a white, glowing spike coming out of the far side of Cheyenne Mountain but when Rt. 25 turned yet again the moon vanished completely. I couldn't get over how cool that really was to see.
Went out drinking with two guys from work and talked about work, about stuff we did before we came around Colorado Springs and it was pretty cool. One was originally from Ireland but he was taught to talk without an accent and his adventures going across western America like when he got an eagle's feather from an eagle he fed fried chicken. The other guy related a sad story about how he had a girlfriend who died in a car accident and then he discovered she was pregnant with his kid but his wife won't let him get a tattoo in his ex-girlfriend's memory. I talked about my trip across the USA, gaming and griped about how telemarketing tells the world's biggest lies to get people to sign up with MCI. If there is any reason why there is any division between customer service and telemarketing is that telemarketing offers promotions which customer service knows nothing about nor can they research those promotions. When I asked this one woman how can one find out what telemarketing knows and what they can offer she said she didn't know. When I asked her who would know she claimed ignorance once again. Apparently this isn't a problem.
I walked home, had a few more beers and about a half hour later I was dead to the world. The earliest I had ever gone to sleep this entire week and I don't have work on Sunday either so what was the fucking point of that? Meh, it's irrelevant.
Oh yeah before I fell asleep I called Devo and left a long strange message on her machine where I started out mubling then went into a southern drawl followed by a New Jersey accent and finally I think a slavic accent. I seriously doubt I could do that again right now.
Love and friendship are fleeting and fragile.
Hatred is forever.
I've been working on my Asbury Park vampire game and I have Born to Run stuck in my head. The sad thing is that I'm unable to convey how dilapidated and abandoned Asbury Park is right now in order to convey mood and the setting. Maybe that's a good thing because people's imaginations will help make Asbury Park.
Sunday was not a good day, falling directly into the shitter with a resounding splash to the point that I couldn't enjoy wrestling or Justice League on Cartoon Network a few hours later. The highlight of my evening was rubbing buffalo chicken sauce into my eyes and feeling them burn. It's the only self destructive thing I do to myself nowadays since punching myself in the side of the head doesn't hurt as much as it used to hurt.
Justice League wasn't exactly what I was hoping for when it comes to a superhero cartoon. First and foremost the story was predictable and telegraphed early on with the astronaut turned senator pushing legislation to disarm nuclear warheads leaving the world helpless to an alien invasion. When all the heroes are brought together by Martian Manhunter and his telepathic abilities seemed awfully contrived, like something a fourteen year old gamemaster would do because he couldn't think of anything cooler or original. What's up with Wonder Woman being able to fly? Is this some new ability that's developed since SuperFriends? The John Stewart Green Lantern? Why not get someone with a personality like Guy Gardener? Because Guy Gardener is white and the Justice League is all about races and species coming together to fight good. If the Justice League was exclusively made up of white people then there could be no good deeds by any measure! Plus it'd be good to see Batman lay Guy Gardener out on his ass for being Guy Gardener. Stay tuned and wait for Token Hero of the Week like that Japanese samurai who could fly making tornadoes or that Injun who dressed like some drunk on a reservation and spoke with what most would consider a racist accent who's just there to say, "Look! Heap Big Red Indian! Justice Friends!" Where are Martian Manhunter's extra two arms? I know they're always hidden or folded up beneath his voluminous cape but damn at least show them once. Will they be doing anything with Martian Manhunter that will make him come across as alien other than just being a cracker with green skin? The Aquaman of this show is Hawkgirl whose only superpower is the ability to fly and wielding a magic mace that allows her to bash spaceships in a single swipe. In these three episodes are a bunch of one dimensional enemies stomping and crushing everything in sight so they can feed on human psychic waves. Here's the rub, the aliens were susceptible to ultraviolet light which begs the question: Why did they come to a fucking plantary system circling a star that gave off enormous amounts of ultraviolet energy? Duh I'm from Krypton and I'm going to live in an asteroid belt made up entirely of kryptonite. Sure they were always underground but when they went topside they were protected by their technology. Justice League definitely needs Paul Dini to write and produce for the show because Justice League has the capacity to fall into being camp and playing up the four color superhero shit rather than being a decent drama.
Wrestling was good despite being unresponsive to Jaybird and maribou. I was too caught up in being depressed and confused over a conversation I had with a guest on LambdaMOO.
My only concern is getting through work this week and figuring out some layout for the dream index.
Or so I say to the audient void thinking sometimes that Devo is just a good idea rather than something tangible or real. My work schedule is going to be M, W, Th, F from 7 a.m. to 6 p.m. which enables me to watch TV with Jaybird and maribou on Wednesday and Thursday nights. I'm just glad that I have Thanksgiving and Black Friday off even though I have to go in on Saturday.
And fuck me for making snide comments on someone's birthday. Fuck me for making any comments at all.
Yes, happy birthday to you Devo.
I think I've been getting too far ahead of myself when writing entries, definitely not a good thing because I like to post my entries when it turns midnight for the day that the entry is marked for. Well yesterday was Thanksgiving Eve which means at midnight the Magic Pilgrim was flying through the air delivering turkeys to all the chaste boys and girls in his Mayflower pulled by four drunken indians. Hopefully none of you forgot to try and bribe him with cookies and a bible verse.
I'm thankful that I do have a job, I'm getting closer to being self sufficient, that Jaybird and maribou invited me to have Thanksgiving dinner with them when they go to see Jaybird's mom and that I have Friday off. There's not much else I can think of that I am thankful for right now.
I finished reading The Forever War and it went by really quickly. It's about someone living through a war that only lasts four years but spans a millennium in real time considering the time dilation of travelling close to .99 of c. Earth undergoes a few changes over the course of time where homosexuality becomes the norm and heterosexuality is considered aberrant. I've seen this before in an anime series Brian showed to me a while back where these three girls (it's always hot chicks in anime) are in the space corps battling an enemy that naturally travels at the speed of light which means they have to speed themselves up to c and by the time they return from various missions the folks they knew are old or long dead. In the last episode, Jupiter is collapsed into something the size of a football and used as a bomb to finish off the aliens once and for all. Unlike that anime series, The Forever War deals with cultural changes rather than discovering there's new kickass technology made up while they were on missions. I liked the book, the premise of a co-ed military battling aliens could have been Heinlein but the characters presented were different rather than being "Oh, that's Heinlein in a dress" or "There's Heinlein in blackface" and the technology presented stuck to what most anal retentive types with no imagination would enjoy most since it doesn't violate any rules of physics. There are two sequels but I'm not inclined to read them, sequels are usually disappointing.
Now I'm going to clean up and get ready for 3:30 p.m.
The only thing I'm going to miss about Thanksgiving, which will be silly since it's been years since it's been done, was going out for a long walk under cold gray skies after Thanksgiving dinner. Just something that I was thinking about while wrapping up this entry.
I sincerely doubt that I will be shopping and taking part in the mad rush that always dominates Black Friday. It's black in the sense of stores getting "in the black" rather than meaning something negative, depressive, negroid or evil.
Dinner with the Birds and Jaybird's mother was quite a treat, I ate a whole lot and felt very full for the first time in quite a while. It was tough trying to fit in those last spoonfuls of stuffing and potatoes after eating all that sausage and turkey and bread and other stuff. Good lord.
I am very thankful that they were so generous and kind to me. This was definitely something I wasn't expecting nor would I have had the gall to try and invite myself along to such an event. What was odd about Thanksgiving was the fact that everything was so gosh darned quiet and I remarked to myself while walking over to 7-11 that things hadn't been quiet like this since September 11th. Kinda eerie but I was heartened to see a few cars driving around in the distance and that there were folks playing soccer in the field across the street.
Other than that, the only person I heard from today was Makonan. She had phoned and chastised me for keeping my telephone unplugged and being online since there might be some people who might think it's important to get in touch with me. She called to let me know that a letter I sent her nearly three months ago was discovered in her roommate's room while she was searching for things that went missing and the only viable suspect being her roommate. I felt vindicated because I did not want her to think I had lied about sending her a letter.
When I returned from dinner I phoned New Jersey and got the answering machine then I phoned Devo and got her answering machine. Complain complain, is that all I ever do other than get fat?
Oh yeah, one last thing. Promise. I've been trying to think of a 250 point character to make and play on ChampionsMUSH. The current concepts I have kicking around in my head are:
- Rich adventurer who discovers that he's 1/16th gray alien because he's suffering from a genetic defect that only affects gray aliens. He successfully sues the grays for a vast sum of money which he uses to be an adventurer. Most likely his skillset would be legal and his powers would be mental considering that grays usually have mental powers ascribed to them.
- Only strike against this character is that the MUSH doesn't accept alien characters.
- Dexter Norton, pyrokinetic. He's pretty much the same Dexter Norton I played back in the day except instead of being vulnerable to mental attacks he's a powerful mentalist. Unfortunately he's hunted by another Dexter Norton from another dimension who believes he should be the sole Dexter Norton since he is the most pure.
- Enh, it's playing the same character but using a different template along with some different stuff from the original (ditching the mpd and alcoholism).
- The Little Toaster that Could. Once upon a time there was a toaster which was abused and finally destroyed when the former owner shoved a fork into the slot. Thankfully the cruel owner was fatally electrocuted at the same time. This little drama did not go unnoticed and the Great God of Machines looked kindly upon the spunky toaster and decided to raise the toaster from the dead and remake the toaster into a mechanical angel with divine powers.
- Sadly I heard this concept would need some tweaking for a better origin but I can't see any other origin for this character.
- Deep Freeze, a twelve year old kid with cryokinetic powers who gets himself into heroic situations because he has such a high disregard for his personal safety. He wants to kill himself rather than let the brain tumor kill him. The brain tumor is the only thing giving him these powers because it's crossing wires in his brain.
- Can't think of decent, realistic disadvantages for the character.
Watched Harry Potter last night with the Birds, was cranky during the movie because I was wondering how late it was going to be when I finally got home since I have to be in work at 9:00 a.m.. Still it was my choice to go see Harry Potter and it was an okay movie. I came home and threw my telephone at the wall and it made a loud cracking noise because I'm irritated at my father because I call him to wish him a happy Thanksgiving (on his voicemail) breaking the fucking perceived Mexican standoff between Colorado and New Jersey. My sister called but that was earlier in the day when I was sleeping.
Plus while I was out at the movie and a bit before the movie I was stressing myself on the fact that there might've been a chance that Devo would've been on but I got home and nada so I feel good that I did something rather than sitting around like a schmuck. Jesus, it's like that story about the farmer and the rabbit. You don't know it? I'll tell you all about the farmer and the rabbit.
Once upon a time there was a farmer who was working the fields when he saw a rabbit dash across its expanse and crack its skull upon a dead stump not three feet from him. He was so grateful that he praised his luck and ate well that night. Unfortunately he died of starvation weeks later, sitting three feet from the stump waiting for another rabbit to meet the same fate.
I feel cranky but I reckon that's just being overtired and stressed about waking up early tomorrow rather than actually feeling something valid.
P.S. Have I mentioned how much I detest Adult Swim on Cartoon Network? I dislike it so much because it features, interminably, that Dr. Katz style cartoon with the same fucking voices and even lamer plots which is a triumph of human ingenuity since it would take serious effort to be worse than Dr. Katz. Since there's like an hour and a half of that cartoon, having the undersea cartoon and Space Ghost afterwards does not make up for the excruciating pain.
I'm behind on entries. I'm feeling tired and hungry as well.
The only thing I expect of people is that people stick to what they say. If one is going to email me on a certain day, email me. If one is going to phone me, phone me. Otherwise don't waste your breath with some meaningless promise. I'm too tired to look up a better word than promise because I'm sure people will say "I never said I would promise you anything".
I forgot to mention that yesterdays's horoscope made me smile because of a typo.
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Daily Horoscope for haakon studebaker
Sagittarius on Saturday Nov 24, 2001:
Keep a state of clam. Someone around you is off on a tangent. You need time to reflect on the whole situation before you make any final decisions.
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Everything started out where I was back home with the impression I was living back in New Jersey in the old house, my room was relatively clean except for the packing boxes piled against one wall. For most of the dream I was lying on the floor hearing little pings and rustles on the red rug and among the boxes which were starting to overflow for some reason. First I saw a little black dot which would jump then stay very still followed by something rustling through the papers which now covered my floor.
Bugs.
My dream brain surmised that I brought all the bugs back with me from Colorado to New Jersey because I always kept my window wide open and the people down at the rental office never sent anyone over with screens. The last time I spoke with them was back in late August and after dealing with the rude spics who came in here to fix the floor of my bathroom and on the same day the driver's side window gets whacked. The only thing I could've remembered that might've been considered rude to these peons was asking them if they had a vacuum cleaner to clean up the dust they raised all over my rug. Back to the dream. Not like anyone reads these except me because people are idiots and can't be bothered. There were bugs of many sizes and shapes, some were the little black dot fleas, others were these armored flyers which buzzed about the room avoiding being squashed followed by the African style centipedes. When I saw those that's when I started crushing everything. There was this big red centipede about the length of a beer bottle which I started to crush but didn't get a satisfying squish, it only squirted clear bug blood and continued to resist all 280 pounds of me. I gave up and went into the den where my mother was telling me about these Dolly Parton pictures she downloaded. I checked it out and I saw Photoshop was installed but when I tried to select portions of the image to view it better the program told me that only 16 inches could be selected at a time because in the past people would make 128 inch long selections which would be unviewable and really annoying.
I went for a walk outside and found myself in the desert, up ahead there was an inground pool with ruddy awnings to shade the people swimming in there. The people that were there were the first to invite me over saying that it was going to be a small get together and they wanted some new blood for company but the only catch was I had to pay a dollar. The water was ice cold but that didn't matter considering the blaring heat from the sun warming the surface but I eventually found the shady areas underneath the awnings so I could avoid being sunburned. The last thing I want is a desert sunburn because they can kill someone. The sun got higher up in the sky and I got out of the water to see what was going on out back and found myself back at the pool which was filled with people laughing it up much to my consternation since I thought this was going to be a little party. I shoved myself between all the people in the pool and the girls started coming out from the gate which surrounded the pool. They were all dressed up like cheerleaders except their minidresses were being held up over their chests with balloons. Someone cut the balloon strings, the minidresses flopped down showing off their tits. People started sitting along the edge of the pool leaving me in the center but I gravitated towards the side and leaned against the pool rather than getting out.
Some of the women who weren't part of the chorus line of ballooned, topless cheerleader types were getting naked as well but not with as much abandon as the aforementioned females. I recognized a few of the women, some of them having boobs that I would like to see in the first place, but when they were getting naked it was really ugly, lumpy and droopy.
Right now I'm thinking about what life would have been like if I wasn't impulsive and stubborn about what I want, staying back in New Jersey until my birthday rolled around then making the Big Move to Colorado Springs, probably ending up with a different apartment some distance away from the Birds but still in Colorado Springs, being able to go into NYC to rattle their cage and find out where the fuck my money is (and later find out where this supposed "work" they have for me is that they haven't contacted me about except for one telephone call), not getting drunk on September 11th, continue to play in Diane's game but chomping at the bit to run my game. I'm going to be sending Buddha the basic outline of my game soon because I trust him to do it justice if he does get a chance to run the storyline. Tim would just fall asleep while running it which he did regularly when he was gamemastering.
Oh yeah, it snowed on Sunday and was bitterly cold. I stayed inside a whole lot except when I went to 7-11 for the paper and various fatness. What annoyed me is that my torso was well protected against the cold but my legs and feet only had jeans, sneakers, underwear and socks. I need layers for my lower extremities. How bitterly cold was it? I actually closed the windows to my apartment.
It's my little sister's birthday today.
I'm so fucking tired and I'm glad that I can sleep late on the 27th. The only nice thing that I discovered about work was learning I had a full hour for lunch instead of just a half hour of lunch. Hooray for my big dumb balls.
Only thing of interest that I've been thinking about lately has been the idea that English might split into two distinct languages. One which is spoken and written and another variation which is entirely written based upon the poor spelling, grammar and awful contractions / replacements that people on the internet use constantly. Just looking at the way BlueGoblin posts it's like a whole other language, a dialect not unlike the most severe ebonics or even worse Scottish English which can make the most mumble mouthed negro sound like Patrick Stewart.
I'm happy that I found a particular song on the internet and I've listened to it about twenty times after acquiring it on my computer except now I'm all melancholy for being back in New Jersey and I'm not even drunk so I can take advantage of the feeling so I'll have to settle for listening and thinking about it. Right now I'm feeling like that there'd have to be something pretty fucking huge in my life to keep me from ever going back to New Jersey to live for happily ever after and I'd probably be the headstrong spivak that Kinja learned to love to hate so much because "Fucking spivak will just do as he pleases regardless of what anyone says or what I think". Sometimes I'm surprised that I had enough balls to just do that while another part of me is whispering in the background, "that's a bad thing and you're a bad person because of it. other people come before you."
Yes, I'm a fucking guinea despite half of the polack blood running through my veins. What matters is my heart that pumps the blood and that lies back in New Jersey. aghlaughg or something.
Finally some work stuff, I think that I'm coming across as far too patient on the telephones with irate customers that it calms them down that they don't get me riled up. In fact most of them apologize and kiss my ass for being so polite, like it fucking matters since they wouldn't have done it in the first place if they felt like doing something like that, then go on to mash MCI which I will agree with them to a certain extent since I don't want to be monitored and called aside with "WHY THE HELL DID YOU AGREE WITH THEM THAT WE HIRE PEOPLE OF LOW MORAL CHARACTER???" Because it makes them happy and they end up staying with MCI because of my honesty after dealing with the telemarketing folks who do anything for a sale. Fuck MCI for separating the two departments (customer service and telemarketers) because then the left hand could know what the right hand was doing and there'd be fewer misunderstandings on the part of the customer as things would be clearly explained. Also I spoke with a German woman who asked me my name and I told her it was Haakon, she was surprised and asked me if I was American since Haakon is a European name in her estimation. I just shrugged it off. At least having a semi - interesting name seems to get them interested in me which makes me a human to them and they're less likely to rail at me at the top of their lungs and reserve that for the supervisors.
Helpful hint!!!11 If you are an MCI customer and believe a supervisor is the quickest way to be helped and the best way, when the customer service representative answers the phone say "I want a supervisor" right off the bat. When they try to keep you away from that, insist on speaking with a supervisor, then the rep will ask you what the nature of your problem is which you will state (all supervisors have to be introduced to the problem rather than being thrown in cold) followed by "I want to speak with a supervisor". The rep has to try and keep you with them at least twice rather than escalating to a supervisor but after that they can just transfer you.
By the way I'm probably one of the few reps who don't care about being cursed at since that kind of language is natural to me and hardly offensive. I can't believe the folks who get all bent out of shape or who want to play office cop by having people written up, like yours truly, for saying something like "fucking idiots" under one's breath. Still, I keep my coarse vocabulary to a four year old level to the point that it's ridiculous.
Anyway there's a call that I had on Monday that kinda has me on guard thinking I might've fucked up something bigtime and I don't think I would be able to weather something like this considering the fact that I've already been written up (mind you for something i consider relatively minor, "unprofessional language") and I'm hoping that this is all in my head you know? This twenty twenty hindsight really sucks major dick but I'm not going to let it make me get all twisted up on the inside. For some reason I thought that the phrase "l'esprit d'escalier" would be appropriate instead of twenty twenty hindsight but it really isn't since it's more about thinking of the right thing to say after the moment has long passed rather than just mulling over the past and realizing how something could've been taken care of better.
I have a schtick for December which I will try out for seven days (that's a week to you and me) depending on the amount of content I am able to generate using this little idea. December can't come quick enough.
The little project I had mentioned earlier in November doesn't seem to be going anywhere because one of the people who was going to help me with the more technical aspects (just setting up a particular script) has vanished which is typical of the folks who frequent Yahoo. I'm used to folks who come onto Lambda and can be found there in one state of idleness or another on a regular basis for communication.
The last bit I'm going to put into this entry is that I am afraid of cooking for myself now. This is something that is most certainly a Bad Thing tm. It all came about after I got food poisoning at the end of October which made me gun shy about cooking for myself. First off this makes life markedly more expensive and the only thing I trust to consume and put in my body from the grocery store is seltzer, secondly I'm afraid the fridge might be off not keeping things cool enough or outright freezing food items. Needless to say, I try to eat only once a day and most times I make sure it's something that will not make me sick because I have had it pounded into my head that if I miss a single day of work it'll lead to various escalations leading to termination because rules in these regards are hard and fast. That's one of the reasons I dragged my sorry ass into training the day I threw up because I was not going to miss a full day. Half a day, okay I could get around that and show that I was indeed making an effort while getting witnesses to my illness since I lack a doctor to write up a fucking medical note for being excused from work. I hate doctors anyway because they're naught but angels of death who take great glee in doling out severe admonishments to someone for being sick in the first place. Damn it, if you don't want to see sick people then don't be a fucking doctor. Plus they're assholes because they insist on being called their profession because they invested so much of mater and pater's money into learning how to be a biological plumber to live a lifestyle of 2.3 kids, 2.3 Mercedes Benzes and a 2.3 story house.
I'm tired. I'm glad that I had most of Thursday off in a fashion that wouldn't be detrimental to my employment. I had happy news that my rent this month will only be $48.80 which made me feel very happy. Weekend's coming up which is a good thing, most assuredly.
