I’m damned glad I’ve pulled away from a lot of what seems to be online drama whoring and idiocy. “Trolling”- thrown around a lot as an excuse for being butthurt and not having the coping skills to deal with it without throwing a fit like a little girl. “Hackers” seem to have the sorest tits I’ve seen, not having any social skills at all and pissing off people by the busload. It’s ridiculous, really. Do you actually think it’s acceptable to piss everyone off just because you’re in a position to? Just sad, really. Living in a basement or garage and having no flesh body to turn to, just pixels on a screen, thousands of miles away. I guess I’d need medication, too, if that sad existence were mine.

Working feels good. I fucking love being employed. I almost never like the tasks I’m charged with, but feeling like a productive member of society and enjoying the perks of this status is a deep requirement for me to feel like a whole person. It’s more than satisfying in a lot of ways, because being an adult is satisfying. No one tells you what to do, you simply commit to actions that will have the best outcomes for whatever it is you’re trying to achieve. I would never go back to being a kid, I don’t take adulthood for granted at all. Yes, it’s hard. It’s always hard, all the time. Sometimes to the point of making me feel like I’ll break under the pressure. But I’ve become accustomed to it, I use that pressure to feed into my actions and give me energy.

This post is largely a reply to a blog post by x_ryujin_x on his blog.

First of all, the internet is an insanely useful tool whose value can’t be underestimated. Sure, the internet can transfer lots of interesting information at light speed. That’s incredibly helpful. However, there are many sad individuals who put far too much faith in the internet and rely solely on it for their livelihood, pretty much entirely. It’s important we take a step back and realize the full implications of “TANGO DOWN” in relation to the internet.

I recently landed a job on third shift, and it’s the fourth time in my lifetime I’ve worked third shift. I’ve always hated third shift, but I’ve also come to respect the diehards who do it year after year. It’s tricky, and not always easy. The sun is your enemy. Summer is also a pain. There are a great many things that get in the way of sleeping all day after working all night. Here are a few tips I’ve gathered along the way.

I fucking love this prank call. It’s some of the funniest shit I’ve ever heard. This guy who goes by “JiZZy” calls AOL’s signup hotline and decides to have a little fun with the poor guy he gets connected to. Hilarity ensues:

Transcript

JiZZy: Hello?
AOL: Hallo?
AOL: (Clears throat)
JiZZy: Hello?
AOL: Yes sir, how can I help you?
J: I can hear you.
A: Yes?
J: Yes.
(Simultaneously) J: Are you American? A: How can I help you?
(J Slight First Simultaneous) J: Are you American A: Pardon Me?
(Simultaneously) J: Are you American? A: I am an Indian.
A: I am an Indian.
J: You are WHAT?
A: I am an Indian.
J: Well my name is
A: Yes?
J: My name is
J: My name is Enid Pakistan, and I come from Pakistan, and I want to know, um, if the America Online, and why it is being handled to the, um, dirty mud people of India. I am from Pakistan…
A:(Clears throat)
J: …I am a Pakistani.
A: Well,
J: (not clear)
A: You definitely show your akhat, excuse me, you definitey show your uh akhat by calling us uh here, you definitey show your akhat.
JiZZy: I dip my balls in the Ganges river.
A: Ok, dude, you want to speak now, you better be careful, if you do want to speak, just keep the phone down and get lost. Do you undertstand what I am saying dude? You are showing exactly who you are, from where you are. That’s what you are showing. That’s-That’s in your blood, so there is no suprise there, right?
J: You are threating me! We will launch nuclear missles at the Punjabi southern India! You are dirty mud person, I took a big shit in the river Ganges!
A: Okay, DUDE!, Just get lost. You take care. You have a nice day. Next time you just call it- Next time you just call us, you’re going to be in big trouble, okay? You better be careful.
J: I violate the corpses floating in the river Ganges.
A: And uh, just do one more thing, do one more thing, tell your mother all these things, she will definitely like it. Okay?
(Hiroshima-sized LOLity that JiZZy could not possibly hold back)
J: (Explodes in utter lolity for the next approximately 25 seconds)
Grog: What did he say?
JiZZy: Did you record that?
TehDely: YES!

Crazy. I didn’t even realize that yesterday was February 29th. I typically do notice when months do crazy things, like when they have extra days that they don’t typically see. I’m having trouble keeping my eyes open right now. I just got back from working all night, and my feet are ridiculously sore. I’ve consumed more caffeine in the last 18 hours than most people consume in a week. I’m starting to physically slow down. I can’t even get adequate sleep despite my exhaustion. Something will wake me up and I’ll find it impossible to go back to sleep. It’s not the light, my bedroom is really incredibly dark. It’s the noise, I think. The last time I did midnights I found the best results when I slept with earplugs in. But I also need to be able to wake up to an alarm clock. Tricky business, these third shifts. I’ll figure it out- or die trying.

I feel like a douchebag. I need to stop writing blog posts while drunk. Loose lips sink ships, and some opinions are best left unmuttered. I have a habit of opening my big damn mouth when the situation least calls for it. Not sure what the hell I can do about that except manage it and attempt to manage the fallout (which is typically inevitable). Ah well. In the very least, I can assure the five people who read this blog (including myself) that no one who is reading this doesn’t already know my opinions on things. Basically, if you’re reading this blog, you already knew I was going to write it before I did. In most cases, anyways.

My unemployment ran out this month. I’m flying solo, completely without any sort of safety net. If I can’t maintain some steady stream of income, it’s game over. I’ll lose my car and pretty much my only means of doing anything of importance at the moment. Luckily, I’m working at an industrial complex through a temp agency, but I’m not so sure this is going to turn out to be a regular thing. I’ve seen people who are in through a temp agency that have been there for four months, and they’re still temporary. I’m not sure if they just haven’t applied or what their situation is exactly. Either way, this temprary gig isn’t looking very promising.