They're born anew, their days are few, just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning, they come again in the morning!
I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky, then like my dreams they fade and die.
Fortune's always hiding, I've looked everwhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles, pretty bubbles in the air.
'I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles' - Jaan Kenbrovin
This was not the song I was looking for when I spoke of it earlier. However after much searching, I've realized that apparently the song that has always stuck in my head was apparently not using the right lyrics, and the real ones make no sense, lol. Above is the one that came in a close second.
I for one have thoroughly enjoyed the bubble analogy thus far. It is both so fitting, and lends itself well to the hilarity currently going on. Perhaps the last blog was funny when taken as part of this whole thing, despite what we thought the next day. Indeed this has become a 'Comedy of Errors' to say the least, though perhaps without the identical twins. A bit of me is surprised at how many ways we have all screwed up, however that is overwhelmed by the amazement at how well we have dealt with it. I don't know how much more one can say on that topic...yet.
As an aside to all of that, I've come to yet another realization. I have sat with a President, debated with members of Congress, talked with authority on topics ranging from sports, to music, to quantum physics, with the people who make livings at the top of those fields. In all those times I have never once felt outmatched, out of place, or even in awe of those I was speaking with. I have always felt that people are inherently the same, they just gain fame, wealth, or power by doing the things that others can't or won't. My point here is that I generally feel comfortable speaking with anyone about anything. So the realization from this is that despite all these things, it is strange that there are certain things, that when I want to say them, I simply can't. The situations are rare, the topics few and far between, but there they are, looking at me with disdain for the fear that I show. Yet even with this knowledge, I second-guess myself, but I'm almost done doing that. I recently told someone that I admired their ability to do that which I failed so brilliantly at. Though my view on the topic is a bit different than the rest of you, I think its time I threw my two cents in far better than I have so far.
I've also realized that I have become far to subtle in my dealings with people. The cloak and dagger approach to things only works so well and for so long. Time for a bit more bluntness here and there. Although its funny, for all the crap I've been given about what I said here meaning this and what I did there meaning that, and that I've been overt and obvious, even when there was no reason to be....well, I don't know....screw it, I'm out of all that energy I had as I left work, I think I'm taking a nap.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Through These Fields of Destruction, Baptisms of Fire
I've watched all your suffering, as the battles raged higher.
And though they did hurt me so bad,
In the fear and alarm,
You did not desert me,
My brothers in arms.
'Brothers in Arms' - Dire Straits
The great karmic bitchslap. That is what this has turned into. I said when everything started that somehow it was all going to come back and bite me in the ass. And did it ever. Through a mostly predictable series of events, I am now reliving last spring's problems, but through the eyes of the people around me. Not only that, but while I had mostly gotten over it (as much as one can...and to think that fact turned into proper advice...), it was still distressing to more or less get the answer I, for better or worse, did not want.
On the one hand I'm fine with it. I'm happy to be there and to do what I can. However it is so strange that everything I'm saying is basically everything I had to tell myself. The difference this time is that there was actually something tangible happening, whereas mine was the fool's errand of myself and those around me. While that changes the nature of the advice to some degree, it also makes it that much harder to figure out what advice that should be. I can speak to failure, I can speak to the how-to's of moving on. I can't speak to the what-ifs and what could have been's, because I don't know how those actually end.
And this brings me back to something I've been thinking about a lot lately. I'm starting to wonder if the thing I want the most isn't also the thing that I need the least. As much as I've been torn up, both by the current goings-on and those before, I wonder if it is truly worth it. Problem is I've tried the other side, doing nothing. That went equally has poorly. At what point do I at least figure out where the real problem lies. I've always told myself that the problem lay in the obvious reasons, the ones that everyone can see. Those are the ones that I can work hard to fix, I just haven't tried as hard as I should. If the problem is something else, something not so easy to see, well than it stems out of the things in which I take the greatest pride, and means that I truly don't know what to do.
In the better parts of life, I got to spend the weekend with family. While it was not terribly exciting (I'm sorry, I just can't sit around watching movies for that many hours), it was still good to have five of my kids around, all of which I'd missed terribly. Words cannot describe the joy that they all bring me, even when they are little whores (that's right Jessica, I said it).
Think that'll have to do for now. Gotta take care of dinner so I can't keep droning on and on. Should be an interesting week coming up. I'll be back into the normal swing of things at work, and while doing so I'll be trying to fix everything I wrote about today. My job is an exercise in futility, why shouldn't everything else?
And though they did hurt me so bad,
In the fear and alarm,
You did not desert me,
My brothers in arms.
'Brothers in Arms' - Dire Straits
The great karmic bitchslap. That is what this has turned into. I said when everything started that somehow it was all going to come back and bite me in the ass. And did it ever. Through a mostly predictable series of events, I am now reliving last spring's problems, but through the eyes of the people around me. Not only that, but while I had mostly gotten over it (as much as one can...and to think that fact turned into proper advice...), it was still distressing to more or less get the answer I, for better or worse, did not want.
On the one hand I'm fine with it. I'm happy to be there and to do what I can. However it is so strange that everything I'm saying is basically everything I had to tell myself. The difference this time is that there was actually something tangible happening, whereas mine was the fool's errand of myself and those around me. While that changes the nature of the advice to some degree, it also makes it that much harder to figure out what advice that should be. I can speak to failure, I can speak to the how-to's of moving on. I can't speak to the what-ifs and what could have been's, because I don't know how those actually end.
And this brings me back to something I've been thinking about a lot lately. I'm starting to wonder if the thing I want the most isn't also the thing that I need the least. As much as I've been torn up, both by the current goings-on and those before, I wonder if it is truly worth it. Problem is I've tried the other side, doing nothing. That went equally has poorly. At what point do I at least figure out where the real problem lies. I've always told myself that the problem lay in the obvious reasons, the ones that everyone can see. Those are the ones that I can work hard to fix, I just haven't tried as hard as I should. If the problem is something else, something not so easy to see, well than it stems out of the things in which I take the greatest pride, and means that I truly don't know what to do.
In the better parts of life, I got to spend the weekend with family. While it was not terribly exciting (I'm sorry, I just can't sit around watching movies for that many hours), it was still good to have five of my kids around, all of which I'd missed terribly. Words cannot describe the joy that they all bring me, even when they are little whores (that's right Jessica, I said it).
Think that'll have to do for now. Gotta take care of dinner so I can't keep droning on and on. Should be an interesting week coming up. I'll be back into the normal swing of things at work, and while doing so I'll be trying to fix everything I wrote about today. My job is an exercise in futility, why shouldn't everything else?
Monday, October 15, 2007
A Movie, Still Photograph, Through a Martyr's Eyes Can I See
I've seen the best of love, the best of hate, the best reward is earned.
And I've paid for every single world I ever said.
'Chase This Light' - Jimmy Eat World
I hate Myspace. I had this written out last night, and it completely deleted it. Booooo poorly designed text input programs. So enjoy, as I bring to you with twice the effort of other blogs, and only half the calories.
Statistics for the week
108,000 items counted in one night.
$3.5 Million total value of said items.
160 hours worked in three weeks.
6 miles walked the night after the counting was done.
The long hours, the complete exhaustion, the sheer effort and force of will all came to a head on the 7th. As much as I managed to drive myself into the ground, it did feel like a worthwhile accomplishment. It didn't go quite as smoothly as we hoped, but perhaps about as much as we expected. Not surprisingly, I was the first one there and the last one out, a span of about 16 hours. But damn did it feel good when it was over.
Now I should probably insert a little side note here. My car has been broken for about a week and a half. I came to the conclusion that driving to and from work without functioning brakes would likely end in my demise. And by god I'm not dying until I spend the paycheck that equaled about 130 hours of time. So fortunately Aaron, in yet another act of kindness, let me carpool with him. On this particular day though, I didn't get out of the store until after he would normally leave for work. Out of pure luck, I pulled up to our street exactly as he was walking by to catch a bus. Instead I picked him up, dropped him off downtown, came back home, and went to sleep. I woke up in time to go pick him up from work. Now since he was headed back home and I was going to Northgate, I said I'd just hop on a bus.
This is where the day got interesting.
It was a nice day, so I thought I'd just walk for a while before getting to a bus stop. So after going for roughly two miles, I decided to catch a bus to just long enough to get me into the U-District. After doing so, I got back off, and proceeded to walk to Tavis and Hetty's. This was roughly four more miles. So after working 16 hours and sleeping five, I decided it was a good idea to walk this long distance. Amazingly I didn't feel tired at all, which was a pleasant surprise. After playing Halo 3 with Tavis for a while, Alex and I met up with Sabrina and Andrew at Dante's. Surprisingly low turnout, but made fun by the group of folk from Liverpool that were absolutely hilarious.
Now during the course of my walk, my mind obviously raced through many topics. Not surprisingly, one of them was the guilt that I covered in my last blog. As the night neared an end, I cleared up that last bit of truth that needed to be said, and felt much better about things after doing so. Now I don't think it hurt that I dropped what I believe was a pretty good compliment before doing so (you gotta give me credit for that), but it was the most appropriate lead-in for what I had needed to say. And by the way, bravo to you on the total poker face. I neither needed nor wanted a reaction one way or another, but expected one would come regardless. I was wrong, and that was pleasantly surprising.
The rest of the week was pretty good too. Thursday especially, as I stopped by Gabriel, Dan and Matt's (as I hadn't visited since the accident) and hung out for a couple hours. After that I headed with Alex, Danielle, and Shaun to the Jimmy Eat World concert, which was absolutely amazing. For pics, see there profiles, as they pretty much took them all. I do have to ask though, why is there always one person (or more) that has to take an agressive stance toward those around them in the crowd. Both Shaun and I had moments that could have escalated considerably, but fortunately didn't. But whatever, nothing could ruin the fun that day provided. On top of that I got to sleep in as I decided to go into work late. Making my own schedule lately has to have been one of the few perks of this job that kept me sane. And as an added bonus, the couch was quite comfortable, which is so unusual.
And finally, a weekend with sleep. I cannot express how happy this made me. I finally feel rested. I finally feel like I'm not going to fall over and slip into a coma at any moment. I was able to go back to work happy, full of life, and ready to get a raise and a vacation.
And I've paid for every single world I ever said.
'Chase This Light' - Jimmy Eat World
I hate Myspace. I had this written out last night, and it completely deleted it. Booooo poorly designed text input programs. So enjoy, as I bring to you with twice the effort of other blogs, and only half the calories.
Statistics for the week
108,000 items counted in one night.
$3.5 Million total value of said items.
160 hours worked in three weeks.
6 miles walked the night after the counting was done.
The long hours, the complete exhaustion, the sheer effort and force of will all came to a head on the 7th. As much as I managed to drive myself into the ground, it did feel like a worthwhile accomplishment. It didn't go quite as smoothly as we hoped, but perhaps about as much as we expected. Not surprisingly, I was the first one there and the last one out, a span of about 16 hours. But damn did it feel good when it was over.
Now I should probably insert a little side note here. My car has been broken for about a week and a half. I came to the conclusion that driving to and from work without functioning brakes would likely end in my demise. And by god I'm not dying until I spend the paycheck that equaled about 130 hours of time. So fortunately Aaron, in yet another act of kindness, let me carpool with him. On this particular day though, I didn't get out of the store until after he would normally leave for work. Out of pure luck, I pulled up to our street exactly as he was walking by to catch a bus. Instead I picked him up, dropped him off downtown, came back home, and went to sleep. I woke up in time to go pick him up from work. Now since he was headed back home and I was going to Northgate, I said I'd just hop on a bus.
This is where the day got interesting.
It was a nice day, so I thought I'd just walk for a while before getting to a bus stop. So after going for roughly two miles, I decided to catch a bus to just long enough to get me into the U-District. After doing so, I got back off, and proceeded to walk to Tavis and Hetty's. This was roughly four more miles. So after working 16 hours and sleeping five, I decided it was a good idea to walk this long distance. Amazingly I didn't feel tired at all, which was a pleasant surprise. After playing Halo 3 with Tavis for a while, Alex and I met up with Sabrina and Andrew at Dante's. Surprisingly low turnout, but made fun by the group of folk from Liverpool that were absolutely hilarious.
Now during the course of my walk, my mind obviously raced through many topics. Not surprisingly, one of them was the guilt that I covered in my last blog. As the night neared an end, I cleared up that last bit of truth that needed to be said, and felt much better about things after doing so. Now I don't think it hurt that I dropped what I believe was a pretty good compliment before doing so (you gotta give me credit for that), but it was the most appropriate lead-in for what I had needed to say. And by the way, bravo to you on the total poker face. I neither needed nor wanted a reaction one way or another, but expected one would come regardless. I was wrong, and that was pleasantly surprising.
The rest of the week was pretty good too. Thursday especially, as I stopped by Gabriel, Dan and Matt's (as I hadn't visited since the accident) and hung out for a couple hours. After that I headed with Alex, Danielle, and Shaun to the Jimmy Eat World concert, which was absolutely amazing. For pics, see there profiles, as they pretty much took them all. I do have to ask though, why is there always one person (or more) that has to take an agressive stance toward those around them in the crowd. Both Shaun and I had moments that could have escalated considerably, but fortunately didn't. But whatever, nothing could ruin the fun that day provided. On top of that I got to sleep in as I decided to go into work late. Making my own schedule lately has to have been one of the few perks of this job that kept me sane. And as an added bonus, the couch was quite comfortable, which is so unusual.
And finally, a weekend with sleep. I cannot express how happy this made me. I finally feel rested. I finally feel like I'm not going to fall over and slip into a coma at any moment. I was able to go back to work happy, full of life, and ready to get a raise and a vacation.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I Had to Close Down Everything, I Had to Close Down My Mind
To many things to cover me, to much can make me blind.
I've seen so much in so many places, so many heartaches, so many faces.
So many dirty things, you wouldn't even believe.
'Extreme Ways' - Moby
The week is over, but the day is yet to come. That is tomorrow. I hope everything I've done the past two months pays off. It's sad that I've spent more time at work than I have at home since last Sunday. At least the paycheck with the first week having 50 hours, and the 2nd week having 62 hours will be nice. Whether or not its been worth the constant headaches is up for some argument.
As horrifyingly bad as the week turned out to be at work, I have to say the whole thing ended on a positive note. Finally got to air out a few things that were on my mind, while getting to finally hear the things on everyone elses. Couple last bits to deal with on the topic but its mostly good. It is kinda funny, the part I left out proceeded come up in my dreams when I slept this afternoon. Obviously the subconscience says I can leave nothing out. My regular conscience said the same thing so I'll deal with that tomorrow. At least that godforsaken chapter of things can be closed. It's a shame that I still can't say what the next move will be. I'd like to think that whatever it is, it will end better than the rest have. I know what I want, it's just a matter of figuring out who and where I can get it from.
I've seen so much in so many places, so many heartaches, so many faces.
So many dirty things, you wouldn't even believe.
'Extreme Ways' - Moby
The week is over, but the day is yet to come. That is tomorrow. I hope everything I've done the past two months pays off. It's sad that I've spent more time at work than I have at home since last Sunday. At least the paycheck with the first week having 50 hours, and the 2nd week having 62 hours will be nice. Whether or not its been worth the constant headaches is up for some argument.
As horrifyingly bad as the week turned out to be at work, I have to say the whole thing ended on a positive note. Finally got to air out a few things that were on my mind, while getting to finally hear the things on everyone elses. Couple last bits to deal with on the topic but its mostly good. It is kinda funny, the part I left out proceeded come up in my dreams when I slept this afternoon. Obviously the subconscience says I can leave nothing out. My regular conscience said the same thing so I'll deal with that tomorrow. At least that godforsaken chapter of things can be closed. It's a shame that I still can't say what the next move will be. I'd like to think that whatever it is, it will end better than the rest have. I know what I want, it's just a matter of figuring out who and where I can get it from.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Drive Until You Lose the Road
Or break with the ones you've followed.
He will do one of two things
He'll admit to everything, or he'll just say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came.
'How to Save a Life' - The Fray
A complete lack of sleep, combined with almost total solitude (people around, but none who'd bother me), gave me the opportunity to think about a great many things, to consider the goings on of the past few months and the many events of note therein. I have never claimed to be an infallible person, at least not seriously. Nor have I claimed to always do the right thing. I can safely say that while I generally try to do right by myself and those around me, there are times where things fall into what I can only call a 'morally gray' area. Rarely though am I so certain that what I have done was for the best.
I came out of this day with a clarity that I haven't had in quite a while. An understanding of what has come before, and what shall come after. I do wish I could say that I had learned my lesson the first time, so that history wouldn't have repeated itself. Perhaps having the lesson return will allow me to improve the way I do things.
As I read what I've written, both now and previously, I am again reminded of how vague I almost always am. It does actually pain me that I have to be so secretive, but such are the lives we lead. I would trust many people with the full details of what has gone on, but trust can be an interesting thing. Recently I've had the opportunity to discuss with Gabriel some of the finer points of trust. There is certainly an ebb and flow to it, sometimes purposely, sometimes not. It seems that most of our conclusions support that statement, as do the actions of both myself and many around me. It does make me notice though that I have become far more guarded than I used to be. Perhaps the losses of one too many people close to me have done more damage than I am prepared to admit. I am still very open with people, just only to a certain point. I still can't say whether or not I consider that a wise decision.
There is a quote that I have always been fond of. It comes from a book that I believe is of great philosophical value, even though I disagree with some of its most basic points:
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers[.]" - Ezekiel 25:17
There is a part of me that is saddened that I haven't done all that I was capable of, in many situations, not just the one that immediately comes to mind. But I don't know what I could have done differently to change anything, or that I even would want to. Because during my moment of clarity, there was a distinct lack of the negative emotions that I would have expected. There was satisfaction with finally having come to an understanding, a sadness at the naivete and cowardice that I had shown on occasion, displeasure at crimes perpetrated against me, and a happiness that I could finally say that for me, the fight was over. Fortunately it is the latter of those that rules the day now.
So were the things I did worth it? I go again to another quote, this time from the altogether far too geeky source of Star Trek: DS9. Despite where its coming from, I firmly believe that Avery Brooks put on one of the finest performances I've ever seen in an hour of TV, an hour that ended with the following (slightly paraphrased):
"So....I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men...But the most damning thing of all...I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again, I would....A guilty conscience is a small price to pay...So I will learn to live with it. Because I can live with it."
And right as I'm previewing this I make one last edit with another realization. I had a hunch this moment of insight was coming. For a few nights I've had something on my mind. Someone who I will miss a surprisingly large amount imparted upon me a few words of kindness. Not the first time she's done it, but everytime it tends to take me by surprise because she does it in ways no one else ever has. That couple minutes replayed many times in my mind. And it seems ironic that part of the conversation that occured that has led me here, questioning my motives, my morals, and many other things, was the statement that I am a genuinely good person, and how rare that is. So should that person read this, I throw some more lyrics out now to end this:
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breakin' my heart in two
Because I never wanna see you a sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware.
'Wild World' - Cat Stevens
He will do one of two things
He'll admit to everything, or he'll just say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came.
'How to Save a Life' - The Fray
A complete lack of sleep, combined with almost total solitude (people around, but none who'd bother me), gave me the opportunity to think about a great many things, to consider the goings on of the past few months and the many events of note therein. I have never claimed to be an infallible person, at least not seriously. Nor have I claimed to always do the right thing. I can safely say that while I generally try to do right by myself and those around me, there are times where things fall into what I can only call a 'morally gray' area. Rarely though am I so certain that what I have done was for the best.
I came out of this day with a clarity that I haven't had in quite a while. An understanding of what has come before, and what shall come after. I do wish I could say that I had learned my lesson the first time, so that history wouldn't have repeated itself. Perhaps having the lesson return will allow me to improve the way I do things.
As I read what I've written, both now and previously, I am again reminded of how vague I almost always am. It does actually pain me that I have to be so secretive, but such are the lives we lead. I would trust many people with the full details of what has gone on, but trust can be an interesting thing. Recently I've had the opportunity to discuss with Gabriel some of the finer points of trust. There is certainly an ebb and flow to it, sometimes purposely, sometimes not. It seems that most of our conclusions support that statement, as do the actions of both myself and many around me. It does make me notice though that I have become far more guarded than I used to be. Perhaps the losses of one too many people close to me have done more damage than I am prepared to admit. I am still very open with people, just only to a certain point. I still can't say whether or not I consider that a wise decision.
There is a quote that I have always been fond of. It comes from a book that I believe is of great philosophical value, even though I disagree with some of its most basic points:
"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers[.]" - Ezekiel 25:17
There is a part of me that is saddened that I haven't done all that I was capable of, in many situations, not just the one that immediately comes to mind. But I don't know what I could have done differently to change anything, or that I even would want to. Because during my moment of clarity, there was a distinct lack of the negative emotions that I would have expected. There was satisfaction with finally having come to an understanding, a sadness at the naivete and cowardice that I had shown on occasion, displeasure at crimes perpetrated against me, and a happiness that I could finally say that for me, the fight was over. Fortunately it is the latter of those that rules the day now.
So were the things I did worth it? I go again to another quote, this time from the altogether far too geeky source of Star Trek: DS9. Despite where its coming from, I firmly believe that Avery Brooks put on one of the finest performances I've ever seen in an hour of TV, an hour that ended with the following (slightly paraphrased):
"So....I lied. I cheated. I bribed men to cover the crimes of other men...But the most damning thing of all...I think I can live with it. And if I had to do it all over again, I would....A guilty conscience is a small price to pay...So I will learn to live with it. Because I can live with it."
And right as I'm previewing this I make one last edit with another realization. I had a hunch this moment of insight was coming. For a few nights I've had something on my mind. Someone who I will miss a surprisingly large amount imparted upon me a few words of kindness. Not the first time she's done it, but everytime it tends to take me by surprise because she does it in ways no one else ever has. That couple minutes replayed many times in my mind. And it seems ironic that part of the conversation that occured that has led me here, questioning my motives, my morals, and many other things, was the statement that I am a genuinely good person, and how rare that is. So should that person read this, I throw some more lyrics out now to end this:
You know I've seen a lot of what the world can do
And it's breakin' my heart in two
Because I never wanna see you a sad girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave, take good care
I hope you make a lot of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a lot of bad and beware.
'Wild World' - Cat Stevens
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring Ring
BANANAPHONE (do do di do di do)
Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding
BANANAPHONE
'Bananaphone' - Raffi
Today I bring you two stories from around the world. Stories that are bound to change lives. Stories both to scare and amaze.
First that which scares. Our world faces an imminent crisis. A crisis of epic proportions. A crisis that was the inspiration for the title of this blog.
You get up in the morning to enjoy a fine breakfast that may or may not include a banana. While you consume this delicious fruit, you don't bother to take a moment to look at it, admire its various features. One such feature you may have noticed one day, a long time ago, would have been seeds. Small black seeds not even noticeable to the palette. However if you were to look now you would not see those seeds. Now for those unfamiliar with the procreation habits of plants, it is good to know here that to reproduce, a plant needs to have seeds. However after years of genetic manipulation via very particular breeding habits, the seeds have been removed, for mostly cosmetic reasons. This is a particular kind of stupid, and has led to the unbelievable, horrifying, BANANAPOCALPYSE.
For those naysayers that believe I am overreacting, I would direct you to this link.
If only you could stockpile fruit for long periods of time. Perhaps freezedrying will work...
Next I must explain to those few of you here that may not be familiar with my job. The short version is that I'm responsible for making sure my store's inventory system is accurate. If it says we have something, I need to know where its supposed to be, where it actually is, why and how shit went wrong, and to report what we've lost.
Elsewhere in the world exists a facility that has recently been having difficulty taking an accurate inventory of its items. However they also don't have anyone specifically dedicated to the task. I would however have a couple minor concerns about taking the job. First off, I don't know if I want to move to such a boring place. Also, as many of you have bore witness to, my job can be frustrating. This would be somewhat alleviated by the fact that everything is in a limited amount of locations, and are all pretty much limited to 3 or 4 types of item. The downside is that it is in the form of enough nuclear material to obliterate the entire fucking planet. You may read about my new employer here.
In actual everyday related news, work is kicking my ass. Four straight weeks of overtime, with three more to go. And I'm actually enjoying the time at work. I've managed to do some things that I think show why my position can be so important. But I will still need a vacation soon, lol.
Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding Dong Ding
BANANAPHONE
'Bananaphone' - Raffi
Today I bring you two stories from around the world. Stories that are bound to change lives. Stories both to scare and amaze.
First that which scares. Our world faces an imminent crisis. A crisis of epic proportions. A crisis that was the inspiration for the title of this blog.
You get up in the morning to enjoy a fine breakfast that may or may not include a banana. While you consume this delicious fruit, you don't bother to take a moment to look at it, admire its various features. One such feature you may have noticed one day, a long time ago, would have been seeds. Small black seeds not even noticeable to the palette. However if you were to look now you would not see those seeds. Now for those unfamiliar with the procreation habits of plants, it is good to know here that to reproduce, a plant needs to have seeds. However after years of genetic manipulation via very particular breeding habits, the seeds have been removed, for mostly cosmetic reasons. This is a particular kind of stupid, and has led to the unbelievable, horrifying, BANANAPOCALPYSE.
For those naysayers that believe I am overreacting, I would direct you to this link.
If only you could stockpile fruit for long periods of time. Perhaps freezedrying will work...
Next I must explain to those few of you here that may not be familiar with my job. The short version is that I'm responsible for making sure my store's inventory system is accurate. If it says we have something, I need to know where its supposed to be, where it actually is, why and how shit went wrong, and to report what we've lost.
Elsewhere in the world exists a facility that has recently been having difficulty taking an accurate inventory of its items. However they also don't have anyone specifically dedicated to the task. I would however have a couple minor concerns about taking the job. First off, I don't know if I want to move to such a boring place. Also, as many of you have bore witness to, my job can be frustrating. This would be somewhat alleviated by the fact that everything is in a limited amount of locations, and are all pretty much limited to 3 or 4 types of item. The downside is that it is in the form of enough nuclear material to obliterate the entire fucking planet. You may read about my new employer here.
In actual everyday related news, work is kicking my ass. Four straight weeks of overtime, with three more to go. And I'm actually enjoying the time at work. I've managed to do some things that I think show why my position can be so important. But I will still need a vacation soon, lol.
Monday, September 3, 2007
I've Gone Out of My Way, Big Blank Slate Every Day
Big, blank canvas staring at me, every day.
'Revenge' - Spoon
A blank slate is right, at least in terms of living arrangements. The long awaited move is over, and I find myself in an absolutely fantastic three-bedroom townhouse in East Redmond. While there was a time where the location displeased me, at this point I don't care because it's so nice here. Makes the horrifically long day of moving worth it. Left work early on Friday so I could get more done, getting home around noon. We didn't get done with everything until 6am Saturday morning. If Joe (1) and Jeeves (2) hadn't come to help, it probably would have taken even longer. I shudder at that thought. I found the most humorous side effect of a late night was that by sleeping in until 2:30pm, I had apparently 'dropped off the face of the earth.' Or so those who couldn't reach me said. But even though it took what seemed like forever, the weight it lifted off the shoulders was immense. No more being couped up in an apartment that was not mine. No more stress about looking, and possibly not finding, a new place. With that over, I could do something more important, like having fun.
I expected to be unpacking Sunday, but that quickly went by the wayside. My first plan was to put together my desk, but I couldn't find all the parts. By the time I did, I went to run errands with Alex (3) for a few hours. Not long after that Shell (4) and her friend Sara (5) came and gave me a full size bed. Given the piece of crap I'd been sleeping on for longer than I'd like to remember, it was a considerable upgrade. I am currently accepting applications for people to help me break in the new bed. You may feel free to sign up in the comment section of this page, however no appointment is necessary. The only downside is that it takes up a larger portion of the room than one might like. However what is the point of having space if I don't use it. Oh, and almost forgot...the numbers you see after each persons name. We've had a running joke here at the house that your ranking in terms of friends is determined on what order in which you've seen the house. Congratulations Joe on being our new best friend. To everyone else that has visited so far, congratulations on being close to the top. If you haven't been here, well then you're missing out.
Elsewhere, work is getting interesting. We're 5 weeks out from our yearly Inventory count, and there is a fucking ton of work to do. I will be working roughly 173 hours per week until October 7th. On the plus side, doing work that is vastly beyond my pay level will hopefully succeed in making that pay level higher. And regardless of that, I happen to be enjoying my projects. At least I get some reward out of this job (of course I say that on Labor Day...hooray for work holidays).
'Revenge' - Spoon
A blank slate is right, at least in terms of living arrangements. The long awaited move is over, and I find myself in an absolutely fantastic three-bedroom townhouse in East Redmond. While there was a time where the location displeased me, at this point I don't care because it's so nice here. Makes the horrifically long day of moving worth it. Left work early on Friday so I could get more done, getting home around noon. We didn't get done with everything until 6am Saturday morning. If Joe (1) and Jeeves (2) hadn't come to help, it probably would have taken even longer. I shudder at that thought. I found the most humorous side effect of a late night was that by sleeping in until 2:30pm, I had apparently 'dropped off the face of the earth.' Or so those who couldn't reach me said. But even though it took what seemed like forever, the weight it lifted off the shoulders was immense. No more being couped up in an apartment that was not mine. No more stress about looking, and possibly not finding, a new place. With that over, I could do something more important, like having fun.
I expected to be unpacking Sunday, but that quickly went by the wayside. My first plan was to put together my desk, but I couldn't find all the parts. By the time I did, I went to run errands with Alex (3) for a few hours. Not long after that Shell (4) and her friend Sara (5) came and gave me a full size bed. Given the piece of crap I'd been sleeping on for longer than I'd like to remember, it was a considerable upgrade. I am currently accepting applications for people to help me break in the new bed. You may feel free to sign up in the comment section of this page, however no appointment is necessary. The only downside is that it takes up a larger portion of the room than one might like. However what is the point of having space if I don't use it. Oh, and almost forgot...the numbers you see after each persons name. We've had a running joke here at the house that your ranking in terms of friends is determined on what order in which you've seen the house. Congratulations Joe on being our new best friend. To everyone else that has visited so far, congratulations on being close to the top. If you haven't been here, well then you're missing out.
Elsewhere, work is getting interesting. We're 5 weeks out from our yearly Inventory count, and there is a fucking ton of work to do. I will be working roughly 173 hours per week until October 7th. On the plus side, doing work that is vastly beyond my pay level will hopefully succeed in making that pay level higher. And regardless of that, I happen to be enjoying my projects. At least I get some reward out of this job (of course I say that on Labor Day...hooray for work holidays).
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