What a fucking day. Monday was busier than fuck. Management said everyone was to take a thirty minute lunch even though an hour lunch would've been more appropriate and help get the applications caught up. All day I busted my ass and ended up at the top of the heap with a 32% denial rate which was higher than most who had a 26% or 28% denial rate but then again on prior Mondays I had a significantly lower denial rate.
I'm paranoid about work but it's irrelevant to discuss it. Any discussion would lend credence to these anxieties. Much in the way of Lewis Carroll, "What I say three times is true."
So my car's front, passenger side tire has had a slow leak since my drive up to visit with raddidge. Today was its final day and I had five different people advising me about my tire. After work, I got out the dinky little jack and eventually got the car in the air.
Once the lug nuts were off, but not the tire, the jack decides it's time for a nap and it falls over. Motherless fuck! Ten minutes later, I've borrowed a decent jack from a lady who works next door at the carpet store. Mind you when she was getting it out of her trunk she wouldn't stop admonishing me about "You better bring this back or else" over and over again. Since I was too tired and really didn't care that I was putting up with this shit to get my car roadworthy.
Ten minutes later, the tire was fixed and I returned it to the lady who apologized for her attitude towards me. "You don't get to be my age without being extra careful."
Fucking people. No one's word is worth anyhing. Maybe it's in vain that I'm trying to establish myself as someone who is honorable and my word is actually worth something in this day and age.
Twenty three dollars later, I have a hydraulic jack which I know is an investment. So Jaybird and maribou if you ever need me to help you out with a flat tire, call me up and I'll jack your car and replace the tire like a manly man. Sure I don't have the workshop or knowhow of Downtime of LambdaMOO renown but damn it I'm going to be useful as a human being to someone, somewhere in this life.
Processing shit applications that only serve to get people in debt and perpetuate usury doesn't count as being useful except to my wallet.
Where's the good? Well, I have a really good jack that can lift two tons. Besides that? I had a laugh when someone edited my Wikipedia user page.
"i'm getting married and you're not"
164.67.233.13 s233-13.resnet.ucla.edu
I don't know anyone at UCLA!!! Who the fuck is this and why should I care if they're getting a ball and chain?
Instinct told me to immediately put the glasses down. The light didn't hurt or burn my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to look into the blank nothingness that would be focused through the lenses. Don't know if the light was too beautiful or I was too paranoid that it'd bite me in the ass and burn out my retina anyway.
What little I recall from the rest of the dream involved me being next in line to take over Jean Reno's role as an assassin. I don't remember if he was training me or if there was some competition.
Jean Reno? You know. That guy. You know, the one with the hat.
