Scene: Skippy driving, Joy in the passenger seat. Both have empty, grumbly tummys craving Indian food.
Skippy: Fast to naan!
Joy: Where are you going?
Skippy: Wrong turn! Slow to naan!
Joy: Skippy?
Skippy: Parking space! Fast to naan!
I’m speechless.
Well, ok, I’m not entirely speechless. I can’t thank my friends enough for their support and well-wishes about this quitting my shitty job thing. Everybody thinks that this is the best decision I’ve made in quite some time, and I’m inclined to agree. :) Here’s a bit of meandering that I wrote down yesterday before I wrote the letter of resignation…
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Corporate politics amuse me. Perhaps because my anger is so used up on the subject, or perhaps it’s the entire lack of finesse posessed by those who are attempting to use office politics to get me into trouble. Three years at this company. Right now they are having me “talked to.” My guess is that they will establish a few of these in a row (despite the minor nature of the talks) as justification for letting me go, or forcing me back in the phone que. Whatever. My tolerance for stupid has been reached, and this place isn’t worth my frustration.
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I think that this kind of thing will exist everywhere I go, because I can’t imagine an office setting where there won’t be people that are in positions that they’re not qualified to be in. If only writing my book full-time was a viable solution.
I finally did it.
I quit my job today. I gave them my two weeks’ notice. I made a promise to myself that if they ever asked me to log into the Tech Support que again, I’d quit. Today, they did. And so I did.
Take the insanity in my last post, and exponentially increase the levels. This is where I am at now. I’m scared shitless and jubilant.
Going to sleep now.
Renting Anime
I rented Cowboy Bebop from 21st Century on Thursday, and I haven’t had the chance to watch it till now. I’d seen the 2nd or 3rd DVD about six months ago at one of their anime nights, but I’d forgotten most of it, so I thought I’d see the whole series through.
GOOD GOD DAMN.
The soundrack is orgasmic. The plot is fantastic. And this one for
Three or four years ago, my life was filled with LARP drama. Who said this, who was going to take down which LARP. Hell, when I left Fortress, I knew such bullshit was happening and didn’t make an effort to stop it. Someone has attempted to start it again, and I am not pleased.
There are two strong storytellers at Fortress of the Mind’s Eye, and there is nothing to fear. Nothing can kick us out of our location, because the owner and the employees love us. They support us as we support them. The one that came over to our LARP to start the bullshit, will be told in person that he is no longer welcome at the Fortress LARP. If he insists on staying, he will be thrown out.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS. Do NOT strut your shit when I am in the mood to burn your eye out with the clove I am smoking. Do NOT call one of my best friends a liar, because I am READY to drive to wherever you live and TEACH you respect. (Seperate issue from the LARP drama, but I have the same reaction toward it.) DO NOT ENCROACH UPON MY TERRITORY IF YOU HAVE ILL WILL. You will be dealt with.
Sifu, I am ready to start lessons again.
Calm. Breathe. Calm. Game was excellent last night. IPM was excellent Friday night, and I may be down there much of Labor Day weekend participating in the IPM events. I did get lost around 8 Mile and Woodward, and they weren’t kidding about those hookers. My trunk supply is refreshed, which is always a good thing. Weaver noticed me smoking last night. I wonder how long before he asks what happened. Thank the Gods for intelligent people.
Sean Kennedy said: “Why would you kill yourself if you’ve been being picked on at school? You have a gun to your own head, why would you pull the trigger? YOU HAVE A GUN!! Don’t kill YOURSELF! Kill OTHER PEOPLE!” There was a lot said in that rant about society asking how something horrible like this could happen… and people shouldn’t blame society, they should blame their own kids. When you’re in high school, that’s all that exists. That’s your entire universe. Parents don’t think about how their own children could do the horrible things that they do to those that don’t fit in. They don’t think about how maybe some of these kids deserved what they got. Repercussions for your own actions and all that. Darwinism in action. If you feel like killing yourself, why not kill other people? Then you go to prison for the rest of your life. Sometimes, after my own high school experience, I may have preferred prison to High School. I didn’t swallow those sleeping pills. I didn’t kill anyone else either. Sometimes, though, I wonder…. What do you think?
I need to call Mark about that TV.
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Writing and Geekdom
I now understand the motivation behind rewriting. I feel a fevered anticipation. I promised
I got a Soundwave poster and rented an anime DVD yesterday. I found myself visually drinking in my surroundings, and those in them.
I crave a laptop with an internal zip drive. It would be perfect if it was used and cheap. Anybody? PC or Mac, no biggie to me. I could settle for USB support, but my zip drive isn’t USB powered. It’s got its own plug. Maybe I should just save up for a cheap used laptop with USB support and a USB-powered zip drive.
In other geek news, I ran across a 3.5″ floppy disk yesterday that was labeled simply “Book”. So I popped it in, and noticed the disk was going bad. I recovered what files I could, and I have eight text files. One entitled “Prelude”, and the rest are labeled 1 through 7.
It’s an old, old, old attempt at writing out an AD&D adventure in the worlds my best friend and I had created. Ok, so here’s my first attempt at a poll:
360 Degree Aura of Hate
I think I need to close my ears whenever I go into a department meeting. The things I hear make me hate. Not hate in specific, though there are the usual targets. No, they make me hate in a seething, roiling, flood-like fashion that I wish I could drown a whole lot of people in.
Needless to say, every Thursday ends up being “Re-motivate me to get another job” day. After almost seven months of these Thursdays, I’m still here. Shit.