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I accepted an invitation to a wedding as my friend’s date last night. We are not close nor do we associate often so I was taken aback. Perhaps she is into me! Why else would she want to spend time outside of drinking together to go drink together somewhere else? & in fancy clothes no less!
But it turns out she is in the wedding so I will awkwardly crash the ceremony & a reception somewhere in Fairfield mostly by myself, only to be drunkenly rendezvoused with later on for cheap post-marital sex or a ride home (possibly both) or neither.
So uh, I don’t know what the moral of the story is.
Be careful what you wish for?
Read the fine print?
& then my pragmatic, rational, & occasionally hopeless side unites under the warm embrace of the inner Buddhist. There will be free food, & maybe free drinks. I can pretend to be an astronaut trainee or a parachute instructor or something to impress people I will never see again. I get to dance with absolutely no consequences.
Such is the challenge of letting go. Overcoming the fear that if you drop something into the vast cosmic well of the universe you might hear it hit the bottom.
But you won’t.
Three jobs = the key to American prosperity.
& by that I mean
not living on the streets.
I thoroughly despise this place.
Also I am cranky.
Thinking about printing out these several thousand pages
& publishing them as a dead-tree book -
titled “Complaints, Unabridged”.
My followup bestseller, & I’ll give you an exclusive because y’all
are in on the ground-floor of this excitement
will be called “Somebody Love Me Before I Am Unlovable”.
Naptime.
Took my National Registry cognitive examination on Saturday.
Freaked out all weekend waiting for results.
Discovered an hour ago that I am officially certified to provide healthcare in the United States of Murka.
Kickass. Time to catch up on some sleep.
by the people who live in/frequent East Rock. Graduate students are so vanilla.
A few nights ago I slept on my friend Brittany’s couch. She has these massive pillows which are not so ideal for the casual surfer, hence my injured neck. & it was okay last night because Esra shoved her knuckles between the muscles along my vertebrae but now I am back to square one wishing I were a slug or something. She left me in the morning without a word but called later this afternoon to thank me for a lively party the previous evening. I forgot how nice it is to sleep next to somebody in absolute peace. The lot of us were listening to Mike Patton’s hip-hop adventure whilst enjoying the rotoscope visuals of “Waking Life” drinking Red Stripe until forever. Dan had literally escaped his live-in girlfriend & argued with me until he was blue in the face about my position on transcending anger/jealousy. Rook was doing what he usually does, which is chuckling & smoking those blue American Spirits. Tim treated us to that Biggie/Frank Sinatra album & everybody got drunk.
Try not to let summer pass you by, it is such a small thing.
Except you break plans like whoa. Why did you call me last night from Poughkeepsie? Were you starving for attention or do you actually fancy me? Why did I bother going shopping at the Korean market for all this exotica if you were going to blow me off?
Oh, right. So I could eat coco curry & rice noodles alone after drinking myself retarded.
Thanks.
Tracked down the vibration in the drivetrain - the chain ring is moving in an elliptical fashion due to the machine spacing (once upon a time there needed to be space for two chain rings). This causes the chain to go tight at the apex of the rotation & slack on the reverse. The resulting grinding motion is what did the old crusty spindle in & a similar fate awaits the new sealed cartridge if I do not correct the problem soonish.
The slack also produces interesting effects when I’m in a track stand at a stoplight as there exists a quarter inch of play between the cranks depending on which foot I’ve got leading. Being an ambidextrous fellow this is not so much a problem (I just go through another rotation) as a curiosity but it’s buggy. Obviously the beauty of the track bike phenomenon is that they are simple, elegant machines. When something bad happens you can feel it in your bones.
So we’re going to dispense with the Origin-8 teeth & get my baby some dentures. Big, fuck you steel ones. Gear ratio will remain the same 44-15 because while I may not be fast accelerating I can pass traffic in the city like a champ with this combo. The additional leverage needed to lock the cranks up & skid is a non-issue as I have both front & rear brakes should they be required to assist my poor overworked knees. I’ll make sure there is some sexy bike porn for you later on next week.
with all the paperwork? I need a transcript? I don’t even remember where I went to high school man. Even if I did those poor people would not want to see my shark toothed grin in their swimming pool.
One I firmly believed should be tracked down, quarantined, & killed when it inflames the emotions in a workplace. We had a social networking faux pas the other day that almost came to blows. There have been allegations on the grapevine about shirking duties & general apathy.
In addition we made a small error the other night as a team. Forgetting momentarily that the security cameras at a hotel were running on our network, we hit the big red reboot button. This caused a considerable stir & apparently an avalanche of criticism landed on my part-time coworker in the form of loud accusations the next day.
Let us examine the problem from an objective standpoint:
I am technically supervising this kid when we work nights together. Despite the big brass balls he showed taking the blame, I gave approval for the action in question. While he may have been complicit the fault lies with the more experienced fellow in this regard. He asked “Fire the missiles?” & I said “Sure fire the fucking missiles.” He does not get paid enough to be treated poorly, whereas I am willing to bite some bullets for my salary.
In retrospect the error caused a ten minute disruption in minor hotel operations. Once the network came back up everything was fine & the six guests currently staying there were mostly unaffected by the outage. One must expect glitches when deploying an untested network, this was thankfully a minor one.
I set up a meeting with management over the admonition of my colleague tomorrow. They have my phone number, if there is a problem with a decision I made they are welcome to call whether or not I am in the office. Nobody should be kicking down the door & screaming at a 20 year old kid getting paid peanuts to take bullshit every day.
Let this be a lesson in responsibility. Do not waver in the face of adversity. Damn the torpedoes & face up to reality.
& you think your job sucks.
