urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire at_spitfire at_spitfire 2008-01-22T05:14:54Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire:1487 2008-01-16T02:17:16Z 2008-01-22T05:14:54Z This actually comes as a surprise. A pleasant one, in fact. Since I haven't been back here in a good two years, I was afraid that the moderators here may have deleted my account. Surprisingly, I learned otherwise.<br /><br />Now that the dust has been blown off the cover of this Never Ending Story type journal, it's time to attempt to update you guys with everything that's been going in my life for the past two years in a matter of mere paragraphs. Impossible? Hardly. Difficult? Perhaps. But, I'll give almost anything a shot if it proves productive for either a tear, a chuckle, or both.<br /><br />Okay, 2006--or the ass end of it-- really was NOT my best year at all. Sure, I'd gotten into that Mecca of job opportunities known as Fed Ex--or so I thought--but it wasn't the bed of roses that I thought it was going to be. Oh no, it never is. In fact, as time moved on, I learned that it was the exact opposite; WORSE than my previous job! Because I'd had the misfortune of working retail for the better part of my entire employment history, I'd already been well acquainted with how evil and disgusting the human race as a whole can be to their fellow man. This was ESPECIALLY true if said fellow man came equipped with a stupid looking uniform, and concentration camp tattoo--WHOOPS, I mean, name badge.<br /><br />Working in a place like that? Well...let's just say that it only further magnified and supported the truths behind this law. It was pure hell. I dealt with almost everything that someone with an already fragile psyche could barely handle without cracking up and burning the fucking place down. (Remember that stapler guy from Office Space? Yeah, kinda like that.) It ranged from some hick bastard down south whining because he was dumb enough to choose the wrong service to get his medicine here, to the obnoxious, constantly angry New Yorker, wondering why his whore daughter doesn't have her cell phone...like I was the one driving the fucking truck.<br /><br />The long and short of it: Giving a bunch of yuppies, rich snobs, and desperate [corporate] monkeys the option to call you, the innocent bystander, only made things much...much worse.<br /><br />But at first, I figured, "Sure, this is no problem! Bullshit comes with EVERY job! For fuck's sake, I worked at Office Depot for 3 years, I've dealt with the ignorant trash also known as human beings. What's the WORST that could happen?"<br /><br />I should never have formulated that thought. To this day, there are still philosophical bruises on my ass from kicking myself constantly.<br /><br />But, let's exit the Fantasy Zone (Copyright 1986, SEGA Enterprises, LTD) for a sec, and return to that drudgingly horrid state of existence known to many as reality. Things for the most part were stable, the pay was good, I had off weekends, the whole kabob. Only problem...rather the fucking PLETHORA of problems were:<br /><br />1) Poor, nigh non-existent Training.<br />2) Complete and total disorganization from the Higher fuck-ups.<br />3) Deluding the newbies into thinking they're doing an AWESOME job, when in fact the fuck-ups only get progressively worse.<br />4) Assuming that in a short span of 4 weeks, we can understand every fucking thing in a book that takes easily 6 months to fully read, process, digest, and understand--OH WAIT!! It turns out that BEFORE those sacks of shit started to bring on the temps, a lot of employees there were originally TENURED FROM THE FUCKING WORD GO, and THEY had the full 6 months to understand everything! For all wondering, this bit of information came from one of the few people I actually liked.<br /><br />I think you get the gist of my argument. I had to deal with all the usual corporate ignorance and nonsense, and I was pretty much the one getting dumped on from all sides because of it. But the pay was great, amirite?<br /><br />Whatever...<br /><br />Y'know, let's just allude back to the harsh, cruel mistress that is oft known as reality. On the morning of 11/08/06, said reality, in collaboration with an equally cruel twist of fate, dealt me one of the most CRUSHING, CRIPPLING blows in my life.<br /><br />A near fatal car accident...one that I almost died in, and judging by how I was feeling at the time...felt that I should have. I mean, seriously, I lost EVERYTHING. My way around, my freedom, my money, just...everything...gone in a split second, on that dreary, rainy Thursday morning.<br /><br />The funny thing is, the shit eating government worms that are my parents really showed their true colors then. It's like they wanted me to die, but they were cheated last minute. Especially that bitch of a mother I have to deal with. Her verbal feces, I'm used to, but what my FATHER was the real shocker. This fucking bastard had the nerve to say that I don't have anything worth living for, or anything to look forward to. I told him that I did, and he just shrugged it off as a stupid, distant dream. (Most of you guys know what my ultimate aim is, but if not, feel free to ask.)<br /><br />I mean, this is just how bad this shit was. Here I am, bloody, scars and cuts all over me, shards of glass in my body, and you want to know what my fetid cunt of a mother said?<br /><br />"You'd better find another job." <br /><br />Like the shit was MY FUCKING FAULT!!<br /><br />Not even a fucking SHRED of Goddamn compassion. That's fine. See if I ever come to YOUR funeral, you fucking miserable dog. You OR your fucking worthless worm of a husband.<br /><br />Well, anyway, things only--yeah, you got it--continued to fall further into decay. I'd lost damn near everything, and I was stuck in this miserable fucking commode of a job where I was FORCED to put on this incredibly stupid cheerful front. Not really a psychologically favorable combination. Apparently, the higher fuck-ups didn't get the memo that I had been involved in a LIFE THREATENING car accident in which I lost almost everything, and thus, wasn't really in the best of moods because of it.<br /><br />Subsequently, said mood got my assignment at FedEx terminated. Unable to take the utter stupidity of the nit-witted, racist clientele that those Fedex assholes constantly deal with, I called one a bitch after she hung up...but it was deservedly so, though. She was dumb enough NOT to follow rules for a certain pickup, so we couldn't do anything for her. Lo and behold, ANOTHER bitch was all like, "No, Jared!! You can't do that!! you can't have that attitude!"<br /><br />My would have been response to this tell-tale co-worker: Oh, please, go die in a luau, you fucking pig.<br /><br />It was only a few minutes after the fact that I was talked to by, lemme see...a good...3 ADMINISTRATIVE PARTIES ABOUT THIS!!! I mean, FUCK, I ALREADY GOT THE GODDAMN MESSAGE FROM ONE!!! Why the fucking retrial?!<br /><br />Well, a few days, broken chairs, near broken monitors later, I was then officially let go.<br /><br />Thank GOD!! I'll GLADLY take being fired over staying in that shithole.<br /><br />Well, this is part ONE of my rant. Part two will come tomorrow, depending on how I feel.<br /><br />Have a good read, folks. Sorry if any of this darkened up your doorstep. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire:1024 2006-09-08T03:18:19Z 2006-09-08T03:18:19Z Y'see...<br /><br />The kids, they listen to the rap...<br /><br />Which gives them the BRAIN damage...<br /><br />Y'see? With their hippin' and the hoppin' and the bippin' and the boppin', so they don't know what the jazz is all about!!<br /><br />Y'see?<br /><br />I mean, seriously...you do see, right? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire:981 2006-09-07T07:46:07Z 2006-09-07T07:46:07Z <a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/at_spitfire/pic/00001r41/"><img width="320" height="158" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/at_spitfire/pic/00001r41/s320x240" alt="" /> I sure hope this works...</a> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire:578 2006-09-06T20:21:48Z 2006-09-06T20:21:48Z Well, it's wednesday...I guess.<br /><br />Nothing all that interesting happened, and since I'll be going to work at Owings Mills, I doubt that it ever will. I'm expected to somehow, by some strange miracle to clear a path so that I can have the blinds installed. Great fuckin' idea, mom, but knowing the outlay of my messy room, how in the flying hell would one expect me to do it in the span of a couple of hours? Especially when I'm constantly burned out from work on a day-in, day-out basis? <br /><br />Eh, who knows?<br /><br />I'm too out-of-it to continue compitently posting...Gotta go to work now. Yay. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:at_spitfire:431 2006-09-06T03:15:04Z 2006-09-06T03:15:04Z Some random stuff. So, THIS is Livejournal...<br /><br />I've often heard stories about this place, especially from those who refered me...but I don't see any freakin' talking animals! I don't see any talking trees taking out Orcs for the Ring! I don't see David Bowie or Tim Curry!!<br /><br />Argh, THOSE LYING BUNCHA MOTHERFU--<br /><br />Heh heh. Better not say to much, or my account may be deleted early. *L*<br /><br />Anyway, let's get down to business. I'm new to this whole LJ thing, so go easy on me. I generally keep to myself, but since I've been pressured to finally start an LJ account, I don't think that's possible here.<br /><br />So, let's start with today:<br /><br />Nothing really all that interesting happened. Just that I drove to Towson to go to work today, and tomorrow I don't have to go in until 5, which is great. It allows me to sleep in and do some work so I can get blinds installed on my window. Awesome.<br /><br />I really haven't been exercising as much as I should have been, and I've been watching entirely too much hentai lately. (Yes, people, there IS a such thing as "too much," even when hentai is concerned.) Perfect solution to all that: Walk to work and watch less hentai...maybe even go out and talk to some real women. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.<br /><br />And people say common sense is a BAD thing...heh...fools...<br /><br />As far as work...Well, I leave my current job next Friday, and the following monday I start with some Call Center work...paid training and all that! For some reason, I find myself rather psyched, and to a small degree, ansy about the LAST WEEKEND I WILL HAVE TO WORK EVER!!! At the very least it won't be a constant thing. If I have to work a weekend, it'll be once every blue moon, which I have no problem with...I mean for all the benefits with which I'm being overloaded, it's a small price to pay, I wager.<br /><br />Let's see, what else did I do.<br /><br />Ah, yes...converted a Halo-head into a potential and hopeful Timeplitters player. (Seriously. Talk to me and you will NEVER play Halo ever again after what I have to say.) <br /><br />I love doing that shit.<br /><br />Got beat by a buddy of mine repeatedly and mercilessly in Guilty Gear Isuka. (I know, it sucks, but it's the only thing we had available.)<br /><br />And, that's about it. Leave comments if you like.