"Busy" is something of an understatement. My bosses had us doing fifty-hour weeks for the two weeks preceding Christmas. I was pretty surprised to see how quickly my work deteriorated after my eighth hour. Especially in the second week. Holy shit, I was tired. I'm still recovering, honestly. I could have done without that.
Now, work is back to normal, except now everyone who calls seems to want to be a physical incarnation of all that's wrong with humanity. To hell with them all. I just wish they weren't breeding. Or voting.
Speaking of voting, it's that time of year, and I'm completely apathetic. I can't tell if this means I'm depressed or if I just gave up. I rather hope it's the latter. I have a sneaking suspicion that whoever wins the election, rich people will keep getting richer at the expense of the rest of us, and we'll probably be bombing someone new within the next 5-10 years. Except we'll be doing it with progressively shittier technology as we run out of money.
No, I take that back; I'm not completely apathetic. I actively hope Ron Paul doesn't win. I don't care if I agree with him completely on the subject of American empire, or that he has a lot of good ideas about taking the corruption out of government. Dude wants to outlaw the Department of Education. He's what the internet might call "ax crazy."
(An aside: I'm listening to the soundtrack to the first Godzilla movie as I write this, which lends the activity an emotional intensity that's hard to describe. Godzilla had some intense goddamn music. Ifukube Akira is legend.)
I haven't been writing hardly at all, especially since the overtime business, and it's really kind of bumming me out. Half the reason I'm writing this blog post right now is to warm up and get the juices flowing. If I'm stuck in a dead-end job, I might as well work on some writing. That'll get me feeling better.
You know, speaking of Godzilla, I finally got around to figuring out how to get back my best ringtone ever, the old-school Godzilla theme music. Hells to the yeah.
Anyway, this post is kind of Eeyore-ish, and, well, I feel Eeyore-ish right now. I fucking hate my job and since that's more than half of my waking life, that kind of takes precedence. In general, though, life's not so terrible. I went and saw Streetlight Manifesto and Reel Big Fish in concert a few weeks ago, and they kicked all kinds of ass. The 24 hours I got to go home for Christmas were pretty sweet. Always good to see people. I'm still really enjoying living in Seattle, though I wish I had money to actually do shit. And now I have my Godzilla ringtone back. There. Happy ending.
Okay, now I'm gonna go write something crappy about fictional war criminals on Mars that I sympathize with more than the dumb fucking southerners who call in every day. That says a great deal about either me or them. Or maybe both.
Dude, I'm becoming increasingly convinced that people are getting crazier and crazier. I can't even tell you the amount of nutso crazy that I saw in my sister's store leading up to the holidays, including a grown woman throwing a temper tantrum because she had to wait in line before being checked out. It's nuts.
ReplyDeleteI've made it my mission lately to be nice to customer service reps, and you know what? I get WAY better service than when I'm not nice, or even just apathetic.
Anyway, I'm sorry people are crappy.