Good Evening, Ladies and Germs
Well, as of yesterday I'm done with the classroom portion of Truckin school. It is a fine thing indeed to get out of that classroom with that bunch of morons. Not all are morons, but there are plenty of them. Yesterday they seemed to find it necessary who whine for an hour or so about how unsatisfacorily they felt that the Swift recruiter presented himself.
Steve Irwin's death got me down a bit. I find it quite distasteful they way a lot of people found it necessary to insult the man. One person commented on the "cattiness" of other people who had sad insulting things about him in the thread about his death. I find that term more apropo than is merely observable on the surface, in that cats will sharpen their claws on furniture, or ideally on scratching posts; whereas human beings sharpen their claws on one another. Human competitiveness and the communication whereby it manifests itself has a very dark side; personalities like Irwin's become targets of the scorn of persons of deeply bourgeois sensibiltiy. In the harry potter books there are certain little creatures called doxies, little fairy-like creatures with a viciious disposition and sharp teeth. Household pests. People who take their vicious little shots at someone like Irwin, when he's just gotten killed, after leading a very productive and interesting life, leaving behind a wife and kids, are the very portrait of doxies. Nasty little vermin.
A bit of a positive note at work is that the Yankee Candle management people in my building like me. On the negative side, they can't do much of anything for me as I'm stuck at Aerotek(the temp agency that I actually work for) for nine months from date of hire by them. Rather immaterial as I'm going into driving big rigs, but. . . .whatever. I can be a great employee under certain circumstances, and a crappy one under others. If there's actual work to do I'll do it, but I have a problem with the ethic in some retail environments of creating work where none exists to do. I don't mind work but I do mind meaningless bullshit. And that can be a real problem.
A little wile ago I read that depression is imagined to be an adaptive trait that our ancestors acquired to keep them in there caves where it's safe in the wintertime. i'm not entirely prepared to accept that idea verbatim, but i do observe that being a neurotic, i have this tendency to stay indoors feeling trapped with my anxieties, where outdoors i feel much more open and less stressed. Yet it can take me until late afternoon to bestir myself to go out on a weekend. Been that way for years. Last weekend I discovered that there is a truck stop a couple of miles from where I live. I took a spin through there on my bike and I noticed that a lot of those guys idle their trucks a lot. I wonder, if even being out on the road in the wide world I will remain just as neurotic, sheltering myself from the world inside my sleeper cab, never getting out and wandering about the places I drive through. I certainly hope not. I looked on ebay for folding bicycles, and besides the well-known Dahon there are fullsized mountain bikes that fold up. I really must get something like that. Even if it is a pain in the ass to get a folded up bike in and out of my truck and manoever around it when I'm in there, allowing myself to become entirely physically inactive is unacceptable. One thing I like about myself is that I have long legs, suitable for wandering the world, and I'm not going to not do that, even if it is riskier than turtling up within my sleeper cab.
hakuna matata
Lizardo
Well, as of yesterday I'm done with the classroom portion of Truckin school. It is a fine thing indeed to get out of that classroom with that bunch of morons. Not all are morons, but there are plenty of them. Yesterday they seemed to find it necessary who whine for an hour or so about how unsatisfacorily they felt that the Swift recruiter presented himself.
Steve Irwin's death got me down a bit. I find it quite distasteful they way a lot of people found it necessary to insult the man. One person commented on the "cattiness" of other people who had sad insulting things about him in the thread about his death. I find that term more apropo than is merely observable on the surface, in that cats will sharpen their claws on furniture, or ideally on scratching posts; whereas human beings sharpen their claws on one another. Human competitiveness and the communication whereby it manifests itself has a very dark side; personalities like Irwin's become targets of the scorn of persons of deeply bourgeois sensibiltiy. In the harry potter books there are certain little creatures called doxies, little fairy-like creatures with a viciious disposition and sharp teeth. Household pests. People who take their vicious little shots at someone like Irwin, when he's just gotten killed, after leading a very productive and interesting life, leaving behind a wife and kids, are the very portrait of doxies. Nasty little vermin.
A bit of a positive note at work is that the Yankee Candle management people in my building like me. On the negative side, they can't do much of anything for me as I'm stuck at Aerotek(the temp agency that I actually work for) for nine months from date of hire by them. Rather immaterial as I'm going into driving big rigs, but. . . .whatever. I can be a great employee under certain circumstances, and a crappy one under others. If there's actual work to do I'll do it, but I have a problem with the ethic in some retail environments of creating work where none exists to do. I don't mind work but I do mind meaningless bullshit. And that can be a real problem.
A little wile ago I read that depression is imagined to be an adaptive trait that our ancestors acquired to keep them in there caves where it's safe in the wintertime. i'm not entirely prepared to accept that idea verbatim, but i do observe that being a neurotic, i have this tendency to stay indoors feeling trapped with my anxieties, where outdoors i feel much more open and less stressed. Yet it can take me until late afternoon to bestir myself to go out on a weekend. Been that way for years. Last weekend I discovered that there is a truck stop a couple of miles from where I live. I took a spin through there on my bike and I noticed that a lot of those guys idle their trucks a lot. I wonder, if even being out on the road in the wide world I will remain just as neurotic, sheltering myself from the world inside my sleeper cab, never getting out and wandering about the places I drive through. I certainly hope not. I looked on ebay for folding bicycles, and besides the well-known Dahon there are fullsized mountain bikes that fold up. I really must get something like that. Even if it is a pain in the ass to get a folded up bike in and out of my truck and manoever around it when I'm in there, allowing myself to become entirely physically inactive is unacceptable. One thing I like about myself is that I have long legs, suitable for wandering the world, and I'm not going to not do that, even if it is riskier than turtling up within my sleeper cab.
hakuna matata
Lizardo
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salome:
I agree with you about Steve Irwin, although I think that in the media at large the sentiment has been overwhelmingly positive. Poor guy.
lizzi:
I didn't read any of the threads about Steve Irwin, but I think he must've died a happy man. He died doing what he loved and that, as the great Elle Driver put it, "is a luxury our kind is rarely afforded".