smith

A cross-section of today:

HOUR ONE
snooze-ridden; content.
HOURS TWO THROUGH THREE
melancholy and disenchanted.
HOUR FOUR
relatively indifferent.
HOURS FIVE THROUGH SEVEN
severely depressed; hopeless.
HOURS EIGHT THROUGH NINE
cheerful; exuberant.

It makes no sense to me, either. You'd think I was going through menopause, what with all the mood swings. Pinpointing the issue is easy enough: too much thought coupled with boredom is...
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feh. I feel like I'm playing the role of some pathetic overseer, and I don't dig it, no sir. Not one bit.

I think I'll go buy a pair of aviators and Top Gun today for an ass-kicking dose of fighter wankery and laughable homoeroticism.

Yeah, so what's new. I'm expendable - nothing but rubbish that will (at a juncture in time yet to be determined) chucked out like an empty milk jug.

Gazing a photograph that does little but stimulate thoughts of "why am I putting myself through this?" leads to unhappy evenings.

undef($self);

Ah, the difference a day can make. Fuck it! Not worth worrying about.

TODAY THE SUN REFUSED TO SHINE
ON THIS WAR-INFESTED LAND!

This feeling of being unwanted is pervasive and all-encompassing.

[this section deleted because it was too whiny and reeked of faggotry]

I started my new job today, which entailed:

a.) receiving a badge on a zippy-wire thing,
b.) receiving a nice leather binder,
c.) receiving a portable mini-optical mouse replete with PS/2 adapter on a zippy-wire thing,
d.) receiving a portable four port USB 2.0 hub,
e.) drinking free juice,
f.) receiving a free lunch,
g.) eating free ice cream,
h.) drinking free juice,
i.) sitting...
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Skydiving wasn't the thrill I was making it out to be. It's fun, and somewhat exciting, but I didn't get the much-touted rush of adrenaline. Neither frightening nor truly exciting, jumping out of an airplane would be much more fulfilling alone rather than strapped to someone else.

The view, however, is movingly spectacular, and man, lemmetellya: being poised in that door, looking at the earth...
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I just walked out of my job on the last day I was supposed to be there due to my boss snooping on private conversations I was having.

Fuck this company. Never buy their products, and realize that if you do, you're contributing to three or four assholes who have no concept of how to run a business or treat their employees well.

I feel...
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Saturday should be exhilirating. Details to come.

My foray into the digital church can be found here.

*ahem*

Yes, so I have very little to say. The highlights of my day were:

a.) Telling my boss I smoked dope. I also added in the ambiguous "and other things" just to keep him on his toes, since there's not a goddamned thing he could do right now except tell me to not come back to work. Oh, boo-hoo. What a shame THAT would...
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