Sadness in Slavery.

Spent last night calculating pricings and didn't do any actual working. Briefing was too confusing, pieces were missing. I could've started something but I just didn't have the patience for it. I think these people need to understand that there is a process to everything, so maybe that will make them see. You can't just expect someone to deliver something every week that should take twice as long as it does. Especially when you demand a "special price."

Anyway, I'll work hard to get this fee, because maybe that will be my way right out of this place.

No Fun.

Note to self: Funhouse is full of snobs and idiots on thursday.
Note 2: make sure you ask who's calling before you decide to meet them somewhere.

Chronic Lateness or Total Exploitation?

It's true. This week I've been late every single day. One time because my of my car's unfortunate, another because the day before i left the office at midnight the night before.
Today, well, partially because I woke up tired from yesterday and only left home 9h15 (risky business), also because i couldn't find a spot for the life of me, and spent about 20min looking for one.
Now, as much as I agree that being here 10am isn't what I'm supposed to do, I can't be here at nine in the morning either. When I wake up at 8am, I have 30min to have breakfast and 30min to shower, and if I respect that with precision - tough task when you just woke up - I can be here at 9h30.
If I were to be here at 9am, I'd have to wake up 7h30. Now, I don't have a fixed time to leave the office. If I had anything near a schedule, I'd be here at nine and leave at six (which adds up exact 9 hours of work). But that's unreal, I never get home before 9 pm, 8:30 when I'm lucky as fuck.
I usually go to bed at 2am, given that I have to eat dinner and well, take care of my personal shit. I have five hours of the day to myself, at most. Going to bed at 2, if I wake up at 7:30, that makes for 5 hours and a half of sleep.

Is it incredibly terrible to allow me thirty minutes of tolerance in the morning? Because I don't usually see jobs coming in that early, and when they did, even being late, I've solved them.

Fuckers. Fuck. Fucking Fuck.

Gory Days.

bringing this thing back to life.

A New England.

You are a Folkie. Good for you.


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let sleepers lie

Just woke up from a nightmare. This morning I dreamt something complex, I can't really remember the whole thing, I only know there were some cops that were killing other cops. And not just killing, they were massacring.

And who was I? Obviously one of the dead cops. Me and a lot of others were set up by the evil ones and ended up in some alley, which they invaded with helicopters and cars and machine guns and shot our carcasses dead.

I wonder if what's making me feel so afraid is that I keep wondering if wherever I go it's going to suck anyway, because the whole world is going through some kind of crisis. I keep getting that sort of feedback from people (mostly from the asses though) and I never believe that, and I still don't, because if it's always going to suck, I think I'd rather if it sucked somewhere a little better.
But maybe it's just good old irrational fear. I don't really know.

Not multitasking.

from slashdot.
sch7572 writes "Seattle Times carried this story which may be of interest to those addicted to checking Slashdot for new stories every minute. Scientists are concerned that the Information Age is nurturing 'cognitive overload,' an umbrella term for the malaise people feel as a result of distraction, stress, multitasking, and data congestion related to increasingly sophisticated technologies. People multitask because it is expected, encouraged, and considered vital, yet cognitive scientist David Meyer reports that truly effective multitasking is beyond people's capabilities."

Everyday.

Each day is equal.
Each day is boring.
Equally boring.
Since you've gone away.
I can't pronounce the words cause no one cares to listen.
And I don't care to search for avid ears.
Bring yours over, let me fill them with secrets and laughter and foolishness.