bluebeard

So, remember me saying I had gotten gifted all that PlayStation crap?

My housemates are cleaning out the attic to go through their stuff, see what they wanna sell at the garage sale tomorrow (2075 Evelyn, 8:30am, buy our shit) and found a box that belongs to another person that used to live here. Earlier this summer, when asked about his belongings, he said he didn't want any of it and it could be distributed as needed.

The box they found just now?

A buttload of PlayStation crap.

This brings me to a total of seven game controllers. I think that's a bit overkill.

hahahahahahaahah.

This whole marriage debate thing still gets on my nerves.

Cluepon: the government cannot validate or invalidate your relationships.

It can confer "rights", but all the "rights" associated with those stupid pieces of paper are all mashed up into a really fucked up healthcare system that should be revamped from the bottom up anyway.

I don't really care what the government leaders, Christians, heteronormatives, assimilationists or other groups think about my relationship structures. Those are for me, and, really, once I've got a living will, a last will, a DNR, and granted my powers of attorney there's no rights left to confer to other people anyway.

fact: I change my hair color more often than I masturbate.

Oh, and I've made a couple mistakes, it looks like.

My home and office numbers are vaguly similar.

Yesterday, when I was doing callbacks, I left my home number on people's machines instead of my office number.

By the time I got home I had three messages on the machine talking about traffic tickets. :P

funny stuff.

Just got off the phone with my dad.

He's gonna pay to tow and repair my car.

Faboo.

After that I have to get my license paid off, heh.

but it'll be a hell of a lot cheaper to become a driver again without the repair bill.

I am mountain-bound.

Oh dear god finally.

Seezyuh on the 10th.

Our filing clerk (who is referred to as Aunt, while her daughter is called Mom. I don't know why.) went to the store and returned with chocolate. My jacket pockets were filled, and I promptly emptied them into the endless recesses of my digestive system. Mmmm. Chocolate.

Did I say... jacket? I did! It's actually cold in my office! Rockin. I've got the little bitty cermanic heater running.

Good timing, too; I was planning on packing just a few warm things for the mountain, but today tells me I'll need more than that. I'm very glad I picked the 30-degree sleeping bag the other day; it won't get that cold, but it'll be nice to have nonetheless.

Fuck! I remember something I forgot: a duffel bag, or somesuch. The only travel bag I have is a garment bag, and while that works it's not very convenient for tent living. I had a duffel bag, but it turned up missing over a year ago. Maybe it's in the attic?

Oh, the IT guy never showed up yesterday, so internet access is still spotty. The phone guy stayed 'til 6 last night, and the only thing he managed to get done was breaking the system he had just set up. Only one of the four phones can receive incoming calls now. ga rolls his eyes at SysOp!

It's nearly 11. I'll be here 'til 5. Any suggestions for entertainment? Duck Doom only lasts so long.

Alright, so they're installing a new phone system.

It really sucks, has no voicemail, no PA, really fucking wierd controls (instead of having function keys, you press the key labeled "function", and then a number sequence.), and is just generally shitty.

fuck our boss and his retarded decisions.

oh, and the internet access is shoddy. again.

bleh.

I spend all day on the phone and the internet. it's my job. this change is annoying.

I'm working the receptionist desk today, and there's this kid, maybe 9, sitting on one of the couches waiting for his mother to finish talking with her attorney.

He's playing his Nintendo DS, and occasionally talking to himself.

"Business is like a house. It keeps growing, and growing, until the house becomes unstable, and collapses on itself."

wacky.

So, what do you do with anger when you don't feel you have an appropriate outlet for it? My firt urge is to return tit for tat -- get drunk and start screaming in a particular someone's face; however, that's clearly not a very healthy or adult thing to do.

On my lunch break at the moment; will be spending my afternoon the same way I spent my morning: in the basement, purging old files and (eventually) alphabetizing the ones we're keeping. Anything prior to 2005 goes poof. Goodbye, traffic tickets! Goodbye, useless photos of banged up cars! Hello, neat and tidy file system! Fuck you, silverfish, dust mites, and papercuts.