On this day, five years ago, I waited in a hotel room in Tulsa for my car to be fixed. The night before the trick starter on my old Pontiac Grand Am gave up the ghost effectively trapping the ignition key. Later I went to see the Final Fantasy movie. No, I didn't get any even though I was hoping to get some.
Anyway.
My gastric distress came to light and I mentioned that it is work related. Everything else in my life is going well or I have my head firmly stuck in the sand which keeps me sane. I said I was having second thoughts about the job. Well that opened up the floodgates of gossip and assurances that I have nothing to be concerned about with my job. Most of the stress comes from the fact that people are going to be written up, suspended then laid off because of various errors. No verbals, no conversations. Apparently this doesn't apply to some processors, like me. Basically the company is on a hiring spree because they feel it's time to get rid of some people and bring in some new blood. Any announcements made to the entire company were made to appear fair rather than picking on parties who just do the same thing over and over again.
One of the processors who was really good ended up leaving the department because she was passed over for a bonus. Yes, she processed a shitload of applications but she had lots of errors and missed a few days of work that month. Now she's in collections. Here's hoping she's able to stay there.
The department manager doesn't care if the other top processor ever comes back to the office. She says that the woman is a backstabber and can't be trusted in addition to being error-prone.
Not so surprising, she told me how the former cenobite was a narcoleptic lesbian. She would fall asleep while working but never told anyone but most turned a blind eye. One of the most recent processors who fell through the cracks was a lesbian. Why is this important? Well she brought in a book called "Wet" that I presume is very graphic. She left the book out, sometimes left it open and people complained and she caught shit.
It's all so stupid and petty but it fills up one's website. I'm at a loss for material.
I noticed there's a new cat in the neighborhood. raddidge ended up naming him Pumpkin Cat because he's a very light orange. First I wondered if he could be Sam, a.k.a. Gross Cat, a bit more grown up with a haircut. Now I'm wondering if Pumpkin Cat has been visiting Spot at her window, inciting her to forlornly yowl at four in the morning.
Tuesday night I ran into the new upstairs neighbor. She's going to school across the street. Basically she had some computer questions about getting a wireless internet connection from the campus. When she asked if I had a router, I told her that I only had dialup and that was fucked up. Plus she apologized for screaming and banging from a few nights ago. Not that I noticed, and I told her, but she went on to explain about old boyfriends who don't get the point. That's when I politely hinted that I needed to get back inside.
Kokujin the chaotic monk, Glory of Arioch, lost his brain and was stupidly murdered by an olog-hai. He had killed two major demons, Geryon and Asmodeus, in addition to slaying Medusa and clearing out the Castle. Fortunate for him, the corridor into the other castle chamber with its liches was blocked by a mimic.
Even though Kokujin never approached the quest level, reckon he could've killed Master Kaen and acquired the Eyes of the Overworld.
No, it's all for naught. His corpse smoulders in Gehennom within the lair of Asmodeus.
I did enjoy this book despite its flaws. To be really simple, the author is using Ponter the Neanderthal as his mouthpiece to give commentary on human society. Religion, violence, sexual orientation and racism are some of the topics that were clumsily wielded like a club.
At no time does the author let you forget that the tale takes place in Canada. Hoo boy, that's really Ottowa and a character grew up in Toronto and there's even a French-Canadian Dora the Explorer who nonsensically peppers her speech with French. Plus there's a lot of product placement.
One non-sequitor bit is this molecular biologist who just happens to get raped in one of the first chapters. Supposedly this is supposed to set up the later, budding romance between her and the neanderthal from AnOtHeR (cAnAdIaN) dImEnSiOn. A female victim will always fall for the strong, yet sensitive male regardless of her life. Even if it did happen a week ago.
Would I have bought it? Mmmmaybe. Thank goodness it didn't come across as an Outer Limits episode.
I'm just glad there are libraries.
The building was an amalgam of schools I have known in my youth and waking life. Smoothed cinderblocks colored vomit yellow or puke green. It was night time and I was wandering the hallways. I came to an open area with a six foot by six foot pillar in the middle. This really tall blonde chick was pacing around the pillar. When she saw me, she gave me such a look and took out her cellphone. My gut told me that I was in deep, deep trouble.
So I started following her as she talked to the phone. My arms were reaching out while I pleaded for her not to tell. What was there to tell because I did nothing. She ignored me.
