I've thought about posting something for the last week or so. I get moments of inspiration. Like seeing, or thinking something on the way to work. But alot of the time I just get so run-down over the course of the day that I put it off, and forget to post it.
A couple weird things happened, recently.
I've been researching some peculiar, and prolongued, symptoms I've been experiencing. Things like extreme fatigue, A weird recurring buildup on my tongue, chronic pain, problems concentrating, etc. I've got some kind of infection. My research has led me to some form of Candidiasis. I suspect that at some point after a bout with pneumonia approximately 2-or-so years ago, the antibiotics killed what was making me sick, but also stripped my body of all the good bacteria every human being needs to be healthy. And when this happened, other things came to roost, and my beleaguered immune system couldn't fight it off. I picked up some things that should help me regulate, and after taking them for a few days, I feel somewhat improved. Also stopped drinking energy drinks, replaced them with varying fruit juices. Been enjoying the acai berry blend.
Today, at work, I was sweeping up a mess I'd made, and accidentally knocked over the garbage can I was dumping it in to. Most normal people, would say things like "shit!", or "dammit!". I wanted to say those things, but what came out of my mouth was "Blargle-blargle!". Imagine yelling that out, when it was totally not what you were intending to say. I felt like I'd suddenly been dubbed in an alien language.
I gots me a spiffy new bottle of cologne, called Dunhill Desire. I've been having a hard time finding it here. When I do, I'm usually too strapped for cash to get it. But now, I have a very large bottle, and it smells just like I remember it. Just the scent practically makes me orgasm...
...Which is probably not a good thing to mention. A too-much-information kind of thing.
Tough, I said it.
It smells so close to cotton candy. I have to resist spraying it on everything I own.
Now if I weren't STILL having such terrible luck with women, I'd expect that smelling this stuff might actually attract one. But as usual, my wooing skills are insufficient. I'm yet again considering swearing off women. Which isn't really the right way of putting it. It's so bad that I think it's more like women have sworn off me.
Bleh.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Now with more SMRT!
Been away for awhile. Been busy. Between failed connections with women, work, work, and more work, and then studying (more on that later), much of my time has been so gobbled up, I've forgone downloading porn and gaming online. Seriously, no porn, no gaming. For me, someone who normally squeezes in even a few minutes here 'n there, it's like Moses parting the red sea. A biblical event. Maybe I should apply for sainthood.
Ummm. Probably not.
For the last month-or-so, things have become kind of hectic. My old supervisor, a great guy, and a greater boss, was transferred. This event was both a blessing for him, and a curse for those of us left behind. I am glad for him, though, The manager at my location rode his ass like a pony for a year, trying to get him to quit, and couldn't do it. So my hat's off to you, ex-supervisor homie!
A new, more incapable, lazy, useless, fat, stupid...erm...did I mention fat and stupid? And lazy? I suppose I digress. In any case, she is everything that my old supervisor isn't, and never could be. At least not without alot of invasive cosmetic surgery that would turn him into a fat, lazy, woman with arm-jowls, and a penchant for tremendous bursts of irrational, illogical thought. Now I realize this might make me sound like a woman-hater. I'd like to interject that I am not. I just don't get along with fat, lazy, inept people...who, in this case, just so happens to be a woman.
Anyhoo. Where he worked damn hard, helped out, made our lives easier, was a sympathetic human being, and inspired us, etc.. The new one is like the Bizarro-version of him. Where he would see a need for something done, and saw noone capable of doing it, he would jump in and do it himself. Not so, with Chubby McArm-jowls. She'll leave you hangin', while she delegates stuff that's supposed to be her job, and then disappears for 4 hours, upstairs in the office. Presumably to eat small children who have been slow-roasted over low-heat to preserve their juices.
And then there's the irrational, and illogical things she's doing, and gets away with.
My ex-boss, the aforementioned pony, had X amount of hours he could distribute amongst staff. He had to answer for any amount of shrink our department produced, answer for the lack of product produced, and answer for a cornucopia of other things involving the department's day-to-day activity. All of which had him under the threat of being fired. Mind you, not alot of this was justified, as rumor (and the fact the manager is a serious bastard) suggests that the store manager was simply looking for excuses to fire him. In a battle between a guy with over 20 years of experience in a given field, versus a manager with a lifetime experience of nothing else but being one of the purest asshole-douchebag hybrids I've ever seen...well, I'd side with the guy who has field-experience. Apparently that defies logic somehow. Chubby McArm-jowls apparently has free reign to do whatever she likes, with no fear of repercussion. All restrictions my old boss had, she doesn't. And it doesn't take more than a glance to tell she's nowhere near as competent as he was. This past week alone, she ordered waaay too much stock. Everyone told her she ordered too much stock. And this week, when all that stock sat around in the back room, and expired...thousands of dollars of product was wasted. And boy does it puzzle the shit out of me how a person gets away with that scot-free.
Just thinking about all that makes red stuff come out of my nose and ears. Ketchup? Hrm, tastes salty...
I suppose I'll just touch on a few other recent events, while I await medical attention:
-Been working like a dog. Work is Hell. And I've been contemplating quitting in a very serious fashion.
-Met a few women. Got either horribly rejected, neglected, or shown that they were crazy bitches.
-The need for better work caused me to finally get up off my ass and cram for my GED.
-Wrote the GED. Passed the GED. I am now SMRT! Now the job-hunting shall begin.
-I just got woken up by a peculiar dream. In my dream, I was sleeping, and something was entering my room, which woke me up. I couldn't see what it was and threw something at it to make it leave. I then snapped awake. The dream was so real, it took me a minute to realize I wasn't sleeping.
-I think my refrigerator just stopped working. SHIT!
Ummm. Probably not.
For the last month-or-so, things have become kind of hectic. My old supervisor, a great guy, and a greater boss, was transferred. This event was both a blessing for him, and a curse for those of us left behind. I am glad for him, though, The manager at my location rode his ass like a pony for a year, trying to get him to quit, and couldn't do it. So my hat's off to you, ex-supervisor homie!
A new, more incapable, lazy, useless, fat, stupid...erm...did I mention fat and stupid? And lazy? I suppose I digress. In any case, she is everything that my old supervisor isn't, and never could be. At least not without alot of invasive cosmetic surgery that would turn him into a fat, lazy, woman with arm-jowls, and a penchant for tremendous bursts of irrational, illogical thought. Now I realize this might make me sound like a woman-hater. I'd like to interject that I am not. I just don't get along with fat, lazy, inept people...who, in this case, just so happens to be a woman.
Anyhoo. Where he worked damn hard, helped out, made our lives easier, was a sympathetic human being, and inspired us, etc.. The new one is like the Bizarro-version of him. Where he would see a need for something done, and saw noone capable of doing it, he would jump in and do it himself. Not so, with Chubby McArm-jowls. She'll leave you hangin', while she delegates stuff that's supposed to be her job, and then disappears for 4 hours, upstairs in the office. Presumably to eat small children who have been slow-roasted over low-heat to preserve their juices.
And then there's the irrational, and illogical things she's doing, and gets away with.
My ex-boss, the aforementioned pony, had X amount of hours he could distribute amongst staff. He had to answer for any amount of shrink our department produced, answer for the lack of product produced, and answer for a cornucopia of other things involving the department's day-to-day activity. All of which had him under the threat of being fired. Mind you, not alot of this was justified, as rumor (and the fact the manager is a serious bastard) suggests that the store manager was simply looking for excuses to fire him. In a battle between a guy with over 20 years of experience in a given field, versus a manager with a lifetime experience of nothing else but being one of the purest asshole-douchebag hybrids I've ever seen...well, I'd side with the guy who has field-experience. Apparently that defies logic somehow. Chubby McArm-jowls apparently has free reign to do whatever she likes, with no fear of repercussion. All restrictions my old boss had, she doesn't. And it doesn't take more than a glance to tell she's nowhere near as competent as he was. This past week alone, she ordered waaay too much stock. Everyone told her she ordered too much stock. And this week, when all that stock sat around in the back room, and expired...thousands of dollars of product was wasted. And boy does it puzzle the shit out of me how a person gets away with that scot-free.
Just thinking about all that makes red stuff come out of my nose and ears. Ketchup? Hrm, tastes salty...
I suppose I'll just touch on a few other recent events, while I await medical attention:
-Been working like a dog. Work is Hell. And I've been contemplating quitting in a very serious fashion.
-Met a few women. Got either horribly rejected, neglected, or shown that they were crazy bitches.
-The need for better work caused me to finally get up off my ass and cram for my GED.
-Wrote the GED. Passed the GED. I am now SMRT! Now the job-hunting shall begin.
-I just got woken up by a peculiar dream. In my dream, I was sleeping, and something was entering my room, which woke me up. I couldn't see what it was and threw something at it to make it leave. I then snapped awake. The dream was so real, it took me a minute to realize I wasn't sleeping.
-I think my refrigerator just stopped working. SHIT!
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