*Accepts hugs, while wearing a mask* And now, I have a cold. *sigh* Can't seem to catch a break, can I?
Maybe you need a new pair of dice? Seems like you're botching every Fort save the DM is throwing at you.
That would be nice. Just got done with a large bowl of Chicken Noodle soup, to which I added Ground Red Pepper. The Cold medicine is helping. My sinuses drained twice last night.
I really do hope that the new guard doesn't get shifted to another site tomorrow, so that I can have tomorrow off. A near-total day of bed rest to deal with this cold sounds good right now.
Right now, it's snowing here in Pittsburgh. Not quite heavy enough to be a blizzard, though that may come later. Thank you, Freehold. That's quite enough. You can send the surplus down to Rysky, now, if you please.
Freehold, please send us moar snow to the western suburbs of Chicago, and take some of the frigid away, please! This tenth of an inch stuff is just making black ice.
Freehold, please send us moar snow to the western suburbs of Chicago, and take some of the frigid away, please! This tenth of an inch stuff is just making black ice.
For all the snow we got yesterday, none of it stuck. Pittsburgh's Snowpocalypse will have to wait, it seems.
The half inch we got last week didn't even start to melt before the next dump. It's going to be another week before it gets warm enough to start working on yesterdays.
And, it seems that the new guard isn't going to show up. *Severe eye twitching, followed by a long stream of profanity* So why the f*** bother training someone for a f****ng job site if they're never going to f****ng show? F****ng typical. I have indeed been sent to a place where Security Careers go to die. F****ng typical.
I'd like to apologize for being away from the message boards for most of Yesterday. I was too angry to be fit company. I got to the garage yesterday, and who shows up a few minutes later? The new guard. What the actual f***? Isn't the whole purpose of cell phones is to answer calls when they're made? Or return missed calls? But no. He ignored the various calls made and simply showed up anyway. All this over a lack of communication. F****ng amateur. Again, I wonder why I even f****ng bother.
And this is my Six Thousandth post. Confetti, Fireworks
May there be another six thousand!
Thanks! It took over a year ( began in September 2016 ) to reach this. Generally slowed down my posting rate, so maybe two years from now until post 12,000.
I hope you get better soon, John. I am just slugging through a nightshift today, with the DC of getting throgh raised by my recurring nephritis.
Fortitude Save:1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19
o_O I might stand a chance!
I bid you farewell for the seasons to come. Yet the fire keeps warm and cozy, for hugging, smiling, talking, companionship, gaming and merrymaking!
*Hot and cold beverages at your leisure*
Thinking Allowed
Skyclad
My mind was a time bomb
That was set to explode
So I packed up my cares
Into the sunset I rode
A path to hell that's paved
With good intentions
Well I guess you and I
Will never see eye to eye
But if there's one thing I'll be
Glad to know when I die
It's that I never entertained your
'Can't conventions'
Two men gaze from behind
Their prison bars
One man sees dirt
The other sees stars
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Just let your mind wander
It may never come back
Set off on a new train of thought
On life's track
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Why is nobody thinking?
How can you call me a failure
Or a social defective
When to find your own mind
You'd need a private detective?
I'm not a statistic or
A regular family man.
I don't give a damn about public relations
I'll never live up to
Your great expectations
You can take or leave me
Just the way I am
Your straight jacket emotions
Only stifle and kill
The spirit within us all
I call free will.
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
Two men gaze from behind
Their prison bars
One man sees dirt
The other sees stars
I'm just thinking aloud
Isn't thinking allowed?
So, back to the schedule we had before that one guard quit. Monday: 5 AM to 2:30, Tuesday through Thursday: 2:30 PM to Midnight, and Friday: off.
Except when the supervisor decides to f*** with the other two guards (myself included) by pulling the new guard to another site for the foreseeable future. Ever since they put a revolving door on the Supervisors office, things have gone to s***. But I have found the prerequisites for a supervisor in my company. A combined Int and Wis score of less than 15 and as much Charisma (to talk their way through all the BS they can) as possible.
I had considered staying on, or at least giving a two-week notice should I ever win a lottery, but no longer. Should I ever be so lucky, I'll walk the next day, and restrain myself from telling them what they can do with the position I just vacated. I swear, if I had something better lined up, I'd walk now. I'm so sick of being lied to.
...a lottery is a tax on the less financially well-to-do.
The dream of riches, sold to hide the fact that it's a tax that people willingly pay.
It's also a 'gateway drug' to gambling addiction, and our state (at least) pretends to provide for gambling addiction awareness while pushing more and more scratch-off and 'high ticket' games.
Why am I so salty about this?
The lottery was rolled out initially as this amazing idea 'it'll help fund the schools'!
...and then the State Legislature defunded the schools the money that they *had* been getting (to do things like pay for pensions, insurance, etc -- y'know, the BORING STUFF).
...and now the state is so far in the hole that Moody's is talking 'junk bond' status intently.
And before folks think that's a political or partisan thing -- no... all parties were involved with this abomination of debt, no one can claim 'the other folks did it'... everyone for the past forty years in the State bodies has done it.
Are there other gigs you could investigate, John? Because this job is sounding less and less safe the more you talk about it, not just from a physical perspective, but also a psychological as well.
I'll start looking. Maybe going with a different company. There's one owned by the son of the former owner. I think I'll try him first, before leaving Security altogether.
Yikes! I hope things start going better at your job soon, Mr. Napier - your post came up while I was composing mine, but for what it's worth, I hope there have been other things going on that the next line of my post doesn't seem entirely callous.
I hope everyone’s first week of the new year has been nice, and that all the rest prove lovely too!
It’s been one last weekend of slacking off before putting nose to the grindstone again, on my end, but since I saw people posting about books they had read over the holidays, I thought I would chime in as a way of bidding farewell to the hols. Spoilers to avoid a wall of text, more than to hide plot details, mainly.
First, two silly things for reading on the train to and from home:
Nairne Holtz’s Femme Confidential.
Spoiler:
I’m not sure I’m doing it justice to think of it as a queer, Canadian sort of Sex and the City (which I’ve never actually seen), but it’s quite the gleeful romp through the lives of a group of women in Toronto and their evolving friendships and various romantic entanglements. It’s very light, but occasionally poignant: I’m probably too young to really appreciate the later life-stages the novel covers, but some of the characters’ earlier misadventures hit home in delightfully cringeworthy ways. Bonus points for keeping half a jaundiced eye on the dodgier side of yuppie romance, extra bonus points for nuanced trans representation. The whole thing is a bit steamier than I’m used to, but then, I picked it up from the library’s New Arrivals shelf with only a quick glance to make sure the writing style wouldn’t drive me up the wall.
Violette Leduc’s Thérèse et Isabelle.
Spoiler:
I first came across this in the recent translation for the Feminist Press at CUNY, whose design I find appalling – weird choices about font size and layout mean that I physically just can’t bring myself to read it. Fortunately, I was able to find a reasonable edition in the original at the new-ish feminist bookstore back home. It turned out not to be what I was expecting: instead, a schoolgirl ‘romance’ with all the feelings turned up to eleven, if that’s the right expression, but almost exclusively focused on the physical side of the relationship. I had been wondering why it had been censored so long, but in retrospect, I’m not sure what was to be expected for ~150 pages of smut (basically, and affectionately – I suppose you could call it erotica if you wanted to be hifalutin) in the late ‘50s, no matter how beautifully written. My French isn’t brilliant, but even I could tell that part of what Leduc is doing is just having a lot of fun exploring the possibilities of the language. Dreamlike, does interesting things with representing the obsessive side of some relationships, and with language, but a bit thin on the level of plot for my tastes, I guess?
Most recently:
Kai Cheng Thom’s Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars.
Spoiler:
Eerie, violent (warning for casual references to self-harm: recurring songs to the heroine’s pocketknife), but not as bleak as I had been led to believe by a brief conversation comparing it to Wilson-Yang’s Small Beauty. The fairy-tale-ish setting and narration took some of the edge off, for me, and at the same time I’m a middle-class college kid that provides one of Thom’s many targets for gently biting satire throughout her novel, so I’m rather removed from the realities underlying her story. Highly recommended as a novel focused on a variety of trans perspectives. (I know I want to be like Alzena the Witch when I grow up. :) )
No, Qunnessaa. I don't mind. I've decided that I'll post the source for my working, completed programming projects to Google Docs, then put the links to those files onto a resume, so I could possibly get a job writing code. Has to be better than what's going on now.
*Accepts hugs* Thanks, Rysky. You know what? I think it'd be better for my overall mental health if I simply believe that my supervisors are constantly feeding me a line of BS. That way, I don't get my hopes up over unmet expectations.