Weekly Log - 29 through 5

Monday Sep 29

The new internet provider is giving me trouble from day one. I have a connection, my brother doesn't, on grounds they were out of routers. What kind of a salesperson, pray tell, does not reserve equipment for their customers? I had to, when I was in sales! And if I didn't, I got spoken to quite briefly! There were three people, three effin people, in this room assuring us things would be done and done by Monday. Well it's Monday, in all its mindfuckin' glory. Done, it ain't!

I wonder, do you always have to bitch and yell to get anything done in this land forsaken by crow? There should be more office shootings... I'll give superiority to America there, they can get rid of their people easy peasy. Well, postal workers don't go berserk here, they hardly work in fact. Ever tried to get something done in the post office? Last time I went by one, there was a line reaching the other side of the building.

Went to a job interview. Turned up dud.

Tuesday Sep 30

Unlimited downloads rock my socks. Even when I'm not wearing them. I'm seeding stuff like never before... and I'm getting stuff like never before too, mind ya.

Called the temp job company to ask them to find me something to do. The first few times, I couldn't get to them. As I was starting to think someone maybe did some shootings at their office (crow, wouldn't that be fucked up? 24 hours after I think we don't have enough shootings...), the lady finally picks up. I give them my ID, but before I can explain my business, she asks, can I wait a moment? She'll call me back. I wait. She doesn't call me back. Try to call once again. No money on the cellphone. So, I went downtown, bought me some shoes for the wedding rushing my way (they're pretty, but hurt my feet like crow) and went home again. Unemployment sucks.

Wednesday Oct 01

Checked the paper for jobs, rampaged the Internet for jobs. Sent a few e-mails. Asked a few people. Tried all afternoon. Seems I'm staying home. Couldn't call the company again: no money on my cellphone, no telephone yet.

Meanwhile, tried to install The Sims 2, my long lost passion... and failed. Some files are corrupt and I can't get it done. Great. So I have to put up with Windows XP and...

You know, sometimes you make sacrifices, and when you do, you deserve to be rewarded for it. Not that you are, always, but you deserve to. You give in to something, and supposedly you get something in return for your trouble. You give your boss eight or more hours of your time... and you're given some money in return. Far too little, but hey, how much is worth an hour of the average bloke's time anyway...? Another example: you trade your time for money, and later you trade the money for goods... or for someone else's time. So, for having to give away my Linux, I expected The Sims 2... yet once again, Murphy rears its ugly head.

Thursday Oct 02

Days fly by when you have nothing to do and nowhere to go. Man, unemployment really blows. And what's with demanding resumes with photo? Am I applying for a modeling job or something? How pretty do you need to be, to work at a tobacco store? I smoke, ain't that good on my account too? (Well maybe not... being the kind of salesperson who enjoys the merchandise a little too much can harm your qualifications...) I'd understand if this was a TV casting or a nudie bar but c'mon... a tobacco store?

So lately, I'm up to watching the recently dead George Carlin do his shit. The man was a fucken' genius. He died of heart failure June 22 this year, unfortunately, because I've seen his last show and it was grand. At 71 years of age. Whoever said the good ones die young didn't know shit of what he was talking about. He was a great old fart; I've seen all his specials and recently found a user on Youtube who seems to love the man's act as much as I do. So if you, like me, don't have jack to do for a while, it's definitely worth a check.

Friday Oct 03

Okay. I'm pissed. Live Messenger died. Why? Because it's a piece of crap, that's why.

For some reason I woke up this morning and my working-until-yesterday Messenger had turned into a big pile of fresh, steamy, fly-ridden shit. I'm hoping it'll fix itself, because I've tried everything I know and researched to fix it, and nothing happened. See, this is another issue likely to get me to talk about "the good old days". I'm not that old, I know, but at the speed things move nowadays, 's very likely you'll hear me going about it. Remember the good old days? When Windows hadn't bought MSN yet? MSN Messenger had its issues, but overall, it was the best chat program I ever worked with... and unfortunately, I've worked with plenty.

And if we're talking Windows, man, do I have complaints for you. What a piece of crap... if half the good stuff made for Windows only was on binaries (Ubuntu) as well, nobody would ever pick up Gates' bastard, demonic child. Me? Get me The Sims 2 working on Ubuntu (and yes, I tried both Cedega and Wine) and I'm happy. It was about the single thing I was sad about on leaving Windows the first time around. Speaking of which, you know what I read the other day? That Internet Explorer was the single, most bought browser in 2007. Of course it was. The ugly son of a bitch hitchhikes on every single Windows installment. It's surely the most BOUGHT one... but anyone with half a mind has deleted that thing for any other browser eons ago...

Screw it. Installed aMSN. Working like a charm. All hail Unix.

Saturday Oct 04

Relatives' wedding day. Man this already has left a bad taste in my mouth just thinking about it... but fine. Let's go to this wedding and get it over with.

As soon as the bride strolled into the chapel, I conveniently strolled outside. Like heck I'm gonna stay in for two hours listening to the priest. Everyone chickened out of it: a lot of the guests said it was a drag, and it sucked, and they were heading out as well, but in the end, I was the only one who actually stepped out. Bunch of pussies... overall, it's a matter of respect. It's not my religion, why should I step into its temple and practice it if I'm not Catholic? You wouldn't be wandering inside, let's say, a mosque and bowing in the direction of Mecca unless you worship Allah now are you? If I'm asked by someone I actually give a shit about, sure, I'll enter the church, I'll even do the "sit-down-stand-up" routine. But I won't sing. The Lord knows my voice fairly well, I believe, and I don't think He would want me using it in His house.

Then, the party. I didn't know a soul, so I ended up talking with some friend of the groom who had a remarkable good taste in cinema and a keen interest in movies based off games (which, I spent a good deal of the time telling him, were very alright unless he knew the games). I drank quite a bit. Between my father telling me the grades of everyone who frequented or graduated college in there (mostly from the Maths and Science area), my brother standing about uncomfortable and people around making chit-chat just so I couldn't tell they didn't talk to me, booze was a faithful companion throughout the whole thing. Pretty good white wine they had there, I'll give 'em that.

Why was I invited to this in the first place? Well I kinda know: courtesy. It'd look bad on their behalf to invite my pops and not his kids. Still, it was very clear to me, I had no place there whatsoever: I don't know anyone, I never knew anyone, if I ever did I was too young to remember. I hadn't spoke to my cousin, the groom in nearly 15 years. To his sister, probably even less, and we went to the same school. But hey, even with all the shit, it was a free meal. Yowza.

At any rate, I was glad to get out of there. Feet were killing me.

Sunday Oct 05

Something I ate at the wedding didn't agree with me so much, so I spent the whole day feeling like I was gonna throw up, but never quite getting to it. The perfect crow-damned punchline to that stupid event.