Nuking Paris

Paris was on the 'to nuke' list several times for assorted reasons. That list having met it's demise with the collapse of the nest, I've not bothered to try resurrecting it. It occurred to me, though, that every spy film I've seen that were made recently held to 'the enemy within' theme. The only exceptions are some of the Bond films, but even the last few of them hinged on having 'good guys' turn out to be working for someone else or pushing some evil agenda. Barring WW2 spy films and the earlier bond films, I can't think of any spy-thriller where the good guys actually all were. (the jack ryan stories came to mind just as I wrote that, so it's not all, but even the ww2 set film 'enigma' had a traitor or two). What does this have to do with nuking Paris? It was the damned frogs who came up with using cynicism as a form of societal suicide.

Goe, not writing as much as he would like to.

sometimes

Sometimes, when I ride the bus from home to job#2, which only happens once or twice a week, there's a guy who gets on the bus about halfway to work who smells. Not as in needs-a-shower-homeless-guy smells, but once he smelled strongly of ketchup, and saturday evening he smelled of roses.

Goe, lives in a very strange world.

in dreams

had a dream in which i tried to explain to someone the fallacy of believing in stuff that happens in dreams.

Goe, getting ready for work

oddity

Almost every night, as I travel from job#1 to job#2, I transfer twice on the local transit system. Almost every night, on the last bus I ride, which I reach at varying times depending on when I get out of job#1, there are the same three people already riding the bus. If I'm early, they're usually early, and if I'm late, they are usually likewise late. It's kind of creepy, although I don't know if they hide in the bushes when a police car drives by.

Goe, noticing such things.

bus stop intrigue

8 people standing at a bus stop. police car drives by, three people standing at bus stop, five people hiding in bushes.

Goe, doesn't like this neighborhood.

wifebeating

Crazy Guy goes around flexing at work, like a bodybuilder posing. Other people flex back, equally in jest. Sometimes, I do as well. Yesterday...

Me: It would probably be more impressive if I was wearing a wifebeater.
CG: Probably.
Me: It would be less impressive if I were a wifebeater.
CG: Probably, unless you were a wifebeater wearing a wifebeater at a convention of wifebeaters giving a lecture on wifebeating, then you'd be with peers.
Me: I'd end up in jail trying to not get a new boyfriend.
CG: Or... (almost falls over laughing)
a minute passes...
Me: Hold that thought.
another minute passes...
Me: Well?
CG: Or you could be a wifebeater in prison wearing a wifebeater looking for a new boyfriend because your old boyfriend beats you.

Goe, at least we kept the rabid raping baboons and dog vomit out of the conversation.

A regular event

Yet again last night, while working at job#1, I look up to see two managers talking just out of my earshot, with one of them staring at me. It happens a lot now, several times a week. Sometimes there's three managers, sometimes Crazy Guy is with them, but they talk and stare. It's kind of creepy. On the plus side, since we work in a building without climate control or breezes, they've been providing us with popsicles on the 90+ days during our break.

Goe, needs to get some water on the way to work.

Smitten

I'm smitten with Fair Visage, who doesn't date co-workers and seems to be a bit off in the head. :(

Goe, having a good day anyways.

train trevails

had some free time so i went downtown to run some errands. on the train trip downtown, a sort of cute girl kept staring at me. usually i'm just ignored so the abnormality of being stared at forced me to muster all of my self-control to not laugh at the poor girl. on the trip back from downtown, two drama queens got into a slapfest, complete with friends recording said slap-fest on cellphones. my mellow was harshed.

Goe, wants you to stop harshing his mellow.

got promoted

a few weeks ago, i got promoted at job#2. instead of being a part-time employee working 40 hours a week there, i'm a full time employee working 40 hours a week. plus 25 hours a week at my other job and i'm way too frickin' busy to visit strip clubs like my co-workers seem to think i should.

Goe, with a life embellished by Kafka.

no end in sight.

more posts will come. i promise.

Goe, was up to his knees in dead hamsters and running low on ammo when...

the train wasn't running for an hour when i was trying to get home after work tonight. but i didn't have to wait an hour for the train because my boss kept me around just long enough extra so that i had to wait a half hour for the bus to the train before waiting a half hour for the train. serendipitous.

Goe, waited in the rain that started as soon as he walked out of the building.

working my way back to someplace i've never been

applied over the weekend for promotions at job#1. was told that i should apply for a promotion at job#2 later this week, which i probably will also. getting more sleep these days as well. life is good for now.

Goe, drinking some soda.

assmunchers right ahead!

new storyblogging carnival up over theres someplace.

need sleep.

Goe, going to eat some dinner first.

livejournal vs. myspace vs. blogger.

other than myspace having way too many friggin ads, they're all about the same but mostly incompatible.

Goe, wondering why technology keeps us apart.

talked to big boss, was mostly blown off, he let a few key things slip about why/how and i called him on a couple of things, but mostly nothing came of it.

Goe, trying for the even keel.

more workplace drama

or maybe not, big boss was in a meeting yesterday, and had today off, so nothing came of anything yet.

Goe, waiting.

beeeg change

was talking to someone overnight while working and waiting for the big boss to show up so i could give notice and they pointed out that passing me over without my consent was a violation of the union contract. talking with someone else later on and was told that the person who was promoted over me was screwing stuff up so badly that they weren't likely to be kept around long, let alone kept in a position of any authority. then the big boss was in a meeting all morning, so i couldn't talk to him anyways. feeling more optimistic about the situation, but still unsettled.

Goe, seems likely to be staying at job#2 now...

xferring woes

the hr person at the place i'm trying to get xferred to won't speak to me, and the manager just sort of politely blew me off. going to give notice and look for work elsewheres.

Goe, unhappy.

la di da

didn't get around to going back, but slept until it was time to go to job #1. then the bus from there back to the real world was 50 minutes late. took forever to get home. hungry, tired, annoyed. there's also the whole angry, bitter, and hateful thing as well.

Goe, wishing the whole clocktower sniper thing was an option.

Xferring impediments

still trying to get xferred to another location of job#2. stopped by this morning and the hr person wasn't there, but is supposed to be back this afternoon. starting to get the impression that they're blowing me off much like the people i'm working for now. very disheartening.

Goe, tired of getting his ass busted for busting his ass.

nutless assmunchers ahoy!

so the guy who is getting promoted at job#2 for doing nothing at all is going to get promoted again for again doing nothing at all. he kisses ass a lot and now that they've let us know that he's going to get promoted again, everyone but me seems to be kissing his ass, two of the other qualified guys getting passed over went on a beach trip with him, he doesn't have to work weekends because it interferes with his social life, and soon he'll be off graveyards for the same reason. meanwhile, I'm expected to bust my ass on weekends and graveyards and be happy about having no option of doing anything else.

Goe, not happy with this.

all work and no play

getting completely fucked at both jobs. rewards for working hard? yes, i work hard and someone else gets rewarded. pisses me off so much. grrrrrr.

Goe, angry.

Is Big Brother really watching you?

32 security cameras within 200 yards of George Orwell's former home. 32 government owned/operated security cameras.

Goe, fighting against IngSoc.

Howdy Stranger

It's me again. Am much better adapted to working 13 hour days lugging heavy things about on three hours of sleep and negligible nutritional intake. Will re-write 'It Started With Goats' sometime this weekend and post it since there doesn't seem to be an existant copy anywhere that I know of. Job #2 decided that even though I work twice as hard as most of my co-workers, I'm not doing enough to be considered for promotions that I was promised for doing far less, so I'm trying to transfer to another location in the company. My boss at Job#1 said that he'd make a full-time space for me if I wanted, but that only means an extra 5-10 hours a week there (I usually do 25-30 and they cap 'full-time' employees at 37.5 because corporate is terrified of overtime pay). On another note, low-level managers at Job #1 make almost twice what I do, and I already meet most of their qualifications...

Goe, changed some stuff on the right --->