Losers always whine about their best.

16-APR-2012 17:02
 
I wanted to write something. So here I am.

I see in my last I mentioned the state of my bowels.  Apparently, not good.  Suffice it to say there was blood where there should not be blood, and I have an appointment with a gastroenterologist.  Lacy says she had something similar, and it was not serious; my father's like SHIT SON YOU GOT FUCKING COLON CANCER.  I am fascinated more than anything, and not above making Rejected jokes about it.

Uh... so it's been over a year.  What's changed?  Not much.  Still working for my father.  Avoiding writing a report on a customer visit right now, in fact.  Still very, very bored.

Oh, I was an Omeganaut [contestant in the Omegathon] at this past PAX East.  Barely worth a mention, because I got my ass handed to me, in the game I was least concerned about, no less.  First round was X-Men, the old arcade game. I was worried that the brief practice I did [one playthrough on expert, unlimited lives, didn't even play every character] wasn't enough, but even with last pick of character [went with Nightcrawler] I did okay.

The second round, Zip-It, was a word game.  You get 12 cubes with letters on each side, and you have to make a word grid of them faster than your opponent.  I've beaten down my friends at fake Scrabble enough that a few refuse to play with me anymore, so I thought, hey, no big deal.  Pride goeth.  I went up against this woman who was freakishly fast, and I lost.  So that was that.  I suppose I am glad I didn't have to dance on stage: the next round was Dance Central 2, and it was the pre-concert entertainment, so packed house.  As a loser, I did get an awesome spot for the concert: center, foot of stage.  Here are Paul and Storm, shortly before Paul called me out as "this asshole whose arms don't work".

There are other things I could say about the Omegathon, but I probably shouldn't.  I lost fairly, but I don't think everyone else eliminated could say the same.  And if I were one of them, I'd be pissed.  But I am not them, so it isn't my place.

And that's all I have to say for now.

I'm dulling the day with a drink in a parking garage by the theater.

17-JUL-2012 18:23
 
I hate my sales job. I don't recall signing up for a sales job, but then the offers, such as they were, were pretty much just drunken shouts of "YOU SHOULD COME WORK FOR US" combined with vigorous shoulder-based jostling.

There's just no satisfaction. When I put an order through—which in itself is a pain in ass for... reasons—yay? Stuff that was ours is now theirs; money is deposited somewhere. Not to mention having to play nice with customers; you all know how social I am.

It almost makes me miss making web sites. Those sites were disposable pieces of crap, but at least we were producing something, and not just pushing tokens around.

I really need to find a new line of work. In the meantime, there's alcohol.

I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that.
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