Goodbye
Hello
Just wanted to drop a line here saying this will be my final post here. I’ve decided to return to LiveJournal, and so I’ll be posting there from now on. Perhaps one day I’ll return here to do something with the space, but I doubt it. We’ll see.
Anyway, feel free to follow me there if you like…
-Dan
I’m live and journaling
[ - originally posted at In My Eye, my LiveJournal account - ]
Tick, tick, tick – the clock continues, marching onward towards the morning in spite of my attempts of mentally willing it to stop. Seems like I never have time to get anything accomplished. Of course, as I say this I’m plastered to a seat in front of a computer typing this drivel on one of my various internet journals.
I should be asleep. Rolled over, snoring, and skipping happily down the winding roads of Dreamland. Will I be a superhero this time, or sing a chorus with a large group of talking animals? Maybe I’ll just dine on something wonderful. Hey, don’t knock my dreams, and I won’t go poking my nose in yours…
Anyway, I’m just blabbering to hear/read myself. It’s therapeutic and allows me to get some writing out of my system. I miss it so…
My good friend Zombie – and yes, that is his real name – has asked me to do some creative writing for his story series. It’s usually horror-inspired, but he’ll be giving me free reign to do whatever, however, and really wants me to participate. Truth is, I’ve wanted to do it for some time, but I just haven’t leapt off the dock yet. Sooner or later, I’ll just have to get wet, and get over myself, and get over whatever it is that’s kept me from fiction and story writing.
Once, I lived to write my stories, and I miss those days so much, or at least the writing parts of them. Hell, if not for bad attitudes and crazy deadlines, I’d probably stuck with my Roleplaying/Character writing over at Wrestle.net. I don’t miss the crap that went along with it, but I miss the interactive writing and the characters. It’s the building off one another, I believe, that got my creative juices pumping so strong then. I’ve often planned on returning to my character in another form, a story, or something, but I just haven’t yet. Soon perhaps…
I’m always saying that, “Soon perhaps.” I really need to eliminate that phrase from my mind entirely if I ever want to actually start something and accomplish it. Shit or get off the pot, as it were.
Well, I did really enjoy doing some editing work for Zombie on a story he’s doing. Maybe that’ll lead me in the right direction?
Besides, I need to make up my mind and choose one of these damn blog formats and completely eradicate the other versions. I have too many portals leading to nowhere, and I loath not having total control. Paid account? Maybe the reason I never deleted this, my original journal, was because I knew somewhere deep down I’d return. Hrmm. I have always adored the color scheme…
Till again
I is serious
I seriously need to start proofreading my little creations before I hurl them out into cyberland…
Oh well. As Patton Oswalt so eloquently stated on Root of all Evil, “Blogging is to literacy, like Facebook is to fucking!” So, I guess it’s allowed.
Even so, I’m going to make an effort to be more dilligent in my actively correcting myself in the future.
Newly shifting…
Later today, I’ll have to go in for work. The day will undoubtedly be hot, rain or no, and I’ll most certainly be forced to park in some godforsaken section of the lot due to our odd scheduling conflicts with the true masters of the building. In any case, I’ll arrive, pull my artifacts from my vehicle, and saunter into The Shithouse fully expecting things to be either completely gone to hell or well on their way.
Normally, I work the weekend, or at least that was until last week when another of my ilk went apeshit and walked off the job. Can’t say I blame him, though he was the weak link in the chain. Then again, the entire length of chain is barely held together and depends fully upon the ultra-strong constitution of my well-formed construction. Anyway, he’s out, and so starting tonight I’m taking his slot.
No, it isn’t a promotion. Yes, he did make more than me – for whatever reason, I’m still not entirely sure – but we hold the same title and position. I’m merely moving about, and thankfully remaining on a night shift.
Also of note, one of my former crew members will be with me as my Lead. Should it say something that the last Five leads have all been people who I’ve had a strong hand in training? Sure, one of them flaked out, but it was due mainly to her superior (he whom I’m replacing on this shift) and the fact she didn’t really want to work there in the first place. Also, she was a bit odd. Anyway, I’ll do okay, I think.
To be completely honest, I’m fast approaching a point where I could care less about my job and everything that goes along with it. It isn’t the best thing to say, I agree, and I’m a bit upset to say it, but it’s the truth. The place is a travesty and gives other shitholes a bad name. Usually, when asked I’ll say, “It’s the single most unprofessionally run place of business I’ve ever had the misfortune to work for.” Okay, I dressed it up a tad. Mostly, I just call the place a worthless heap of crap strewn about with idiots who’d be better suited wearing helmets and kept far, far away from paste. You get my drift.
I have irons in the fire, don’t worry. Sooner or later I’ll be in a better position. Perhaps I’ll get to learn a true trade one day before I grow too old and feeble to be properly considered. Maybe I’ll throw the lot into the wind, follow my creative streak, and create various kinds of art for a living. Hopefully, I don’t end up strapped to a gurney in a padded room, forcefed applesauce, and screaming in vain for someone to scratch my balls. Whatever happens, I just hope my family is provided for and I’m able to find some sliver of workplace happiness.
Hey, it could happen, right?
Update?!
Okay, so you may notice a different look to the place. Well, at least I hope you noticed, otherwise you are a new visitor or haven’t been paying proper attention. Anyway, I’ve changed things around a bit, as I’m accustomed to doing, so feel free to take in the new scheme.
Yes, it’s a bit brighter than I’d normally have it, but with the lack of decent darker themes for “Basic” WordPress blogs, at least by my standards anyway, I’ve been forced to settle for this much lighter one as it does most of what I’m looking to accomplish. Sooner or later, I’ll have to plop down the proper cash to enable me complete customization. For now, however, this’ll do. Besides, I have enough other virtual things with which I can tinker all of their assorted aspects.
Mainly, I’m a bit put off by the lack of a decent Myspace Blog crossposter. Having to repost everything on in that god awful place annoys the crap out of me, and I’d sooner have some neat, little program handle it for me. And before you go getting hot and bothered, Tom, I assure you I adore your social networking site; it’s just the blogging format I cannot stand. Ah well, we do with what we must.
Sometimes I miss Livejournal and toy with the idea of returning full board. Perhaps I will, as I’ve never rid myself of my “original” online journal. There it sits, completely decked out in the fashion I loved at the time, collecting dust, and updated only occasionally with whatever bits of nonsense I feel free to throw upon it. I know several people have become disillusioned with it and some of the changes made, though I’m still foggy on the entire thing, but I do miss it and think of it fondly.
Occasionally, I bitch about not being able to podcast. Given our situation – being devoid of broadband – the idea of trying to upload a video file sounds a lot like trying to put socks on a cat. Granted, I know people with cats who don’t seem to mind one bit when they dress them up in clothing. No, I don’t understand this in the slightest, but I mentioned it merely to illustrate a point – the futility of uploading large files over dialup. When a four minute YouTube video takes the better part of thirty minutes to completely download, then you’re better off leaving all that fancy stuff to the kids with cable and dsl. Of course, who’d want to watch me ramble on and on? I love type too much anyway…
And so, I blog about my blog and other blogs. Can I truly call this an update? I suppose. Sooner or later, I’ll actually have an opinion or point about something. Stay tuned…
G.K. Chesterton quote…
“I do not think there is anyone who takes quite such a fierce pleasure in things being themselves as I do.”
- G.K. Chesterton
[ - via The Blog of the American Chesterton Society as quoted by Maisie Ward in Gilbert Keith Chesterton -]
Just thought this was an awesome quote. By the way, the blog article in which I read it can be viewed here. It’s worth checking out…
Recycle <3
Brief update, and then I’m back off to my shadowed corner…
The “Zombies Eat Vegans” shirt at my Cafepress store is no longer available. Sure, I could whip it out again if I like, but to be perfectly honest it was kind of stupid. I was half-asleep when I thought of it and it seemed funny at the time. Eh, well, we all know how that goes…
And for the record, I do not in any way, shape, or form condone Zombies feasting on Vegans. Vegans are wonderful people and know tons of different ways to prepare Tofu, so I couldn’t possibly wish them any harm.
Anyway, I’ve replaced the failed experiment in question with another:
Recycle Love currently displayed at my cafepress store
Now that’s a tad better. It probably won’t sell either, but I’m having fun nonetheless.
Zombies Eat Vegans!
Zombies Eat Vegans via my Cafepress Store
Yes, I have a Cafepress shop. It’s been there for ages, and I’ve managed to sell a few Ferret shirts here and there, but I’ve never really done much with it. So, I’ve decided to change that.
No, it will not revolutionize the fashion industry, but I’ll have a bit of fun, get some shirts and possibly a little dough out of it, and it satisfies my ever-growing urge to create my own clothes. (I blame Project Runway. If I start saying “Fierce!” or “Make it work!” on a regular basis, please shoot me in the face.)
Anyway, there you are. In time, I’ll learn a craft and descend upon Etsy…
Fear me…
My Quote of the Week submission…
“I could be the best turd polisher in the world, but at the end of the day, I’m still working with shit.”
-Me
The short of it is my boss asked me to do something that was impossible, especially with a lesser crew that wasn’t even my own. This was my response to him. He got the drift…
Or I assumed he did. Either way, I care not…
Never again…
Each day, I wonder to myself if, by my coming into contact with other human beings, I can develop a stronger dislike for them.
Every time, regardless the events of the past, I assure myself a day must arrive which will halt these feelings and send them slowly creaking in the opposite direction.
Then, seemingly without fail, something occurs, and whether I want or no, those intense negative feelings are justified.
“People suck,” I’ve head, repeatedly, from different peoples from varying walks of life. I suppose it’s the one thing we can all agree on…
Yesterday, a fellow supervisor, technically my superior, flew off the handle verbally abusing one of our female employees. Screaming at the top of his lungs, and attempting to intimidate her by threatening firing her, he spewed his venom in her direction reducing her to tears.
I stepped in and handled the situation. While I won’t bore you with the details, suffice to say the little bulldog found himself pulled into a corner and put in his place. Afterward, he retreated to some other section of the building and I was left to comfort this girl, who’d just lost her grandmother the night before. And yes, he knew already knew this information.
Of course, I reported him to our boss, and for the first time in a long time, I found myself so enraged the idea of pummeling another person into hamburger sounded very, very enticing. Our manager, unfortunately, is a moron, a kiss-ass, and the most unprofessional person I’ve ever had the misfortune of working alongside. Realizing he would probably do little to nothing about this incident, I informed him that inaction would only result in my having to report both him and the other asshole to our corporate offices. And if they didn’t do anything, I’d go through other channels…
Thankfully, he got the hint and responded by allowing this girl to take the day off to tend to her affairs, but not before forcing her supervisor to apologize to her. Today, I saw her again and she thanked me for everything. I simply responded, “No need.”
What troubles me is the fact he “forced” him to apologize. Also, later the same day, the asshole approached me attempting to rationalize his behavior. Obviously, I completely destroyed his every position, and in the end, he admitted his wrong. At this point, however, his words mean shit and I am done with him.
His attitude, though. As far as he was concerned, she was garbage. It didn’t matter. What was the big deal? How many of us share this opinion of others of our kind for no reason whatsoever? Is compassion dead or pointless?
I want to believe, to hope, to love, but every day it grows all the more darker. Sometimes I worry about the world my daughter will inherit and what kind of people will be living in it.
Be strong…
