I hate overtime. I really do. The money’s not even worth it (19.50/hr, but for only 10 hours) to make it a worthwhile investment of my time, which I could be using to work out at the gym, or to work on a script or a novel. Of course, I have no choice in this (they do make it mandatory every now and then) for this coming week. At least 10 hours a week, but the head of the department sent the message last Wednesday and we have as of yet to see what the hours that need covering yet. Right now, it’s Saturday evening/Sunday morning. This is a criminally disorganized company that I work with. Personally, we’ve been having a lot of tours come through in the past couple of weeks – I think we might be bought out by another company. Hopefully, there will be a regime change and things will be a lot better… or our contacts get bought out and everything is sent to some Third World Country – and I say hi to the hasty, mightier pragmatist who’ll no doubt benefit from all of this.

I’m trying to nail down a schedule for my other two blogs and my projects. Granted, this has been a little harder than other times due (again) to the overtime. Especially my political blog, since I have to comb the news first, then bring everything together. I do have an idea for a single article to be written tomorrow. Time is such a premium (and I say this while watching a show I’ve DVR’ed – which is getting closer and closer to max with each overtime issue – can you tell I am bitter about the whole forced overtime thing? This is only one of the issues I have with my current employer.) for me and I’ve got too many things to do. I am almost considering selling an idea or two… if I wasn’t so terrified that the idea I sold ended up being the Big Idea. So, what’s a person to do? I can cheat on the work-out a little, but I shouldn’t cheat on my career anymore. So, here’s what I am going to do.

Suck it up.

Yeah – if I want to get out of this miserable job at the no pleasing, cast-iron company, I need to get something going. Even if I end up going the self-publishing route, I am going to get out of this place and do what I want to do – no more settling for safety. Of course, it could also be the lack of caffeine talking. J

On to other things – I got a new phone. Yeah – that’s the highlight of my week. Something now, bright and shiny… I am such a magpie. Got the Vibrant and I recommend it to anyone looking to get a new smart phone. Other than that – nothing is new here. Just tired, burning out and trying to keep my head above water here. Maybe I’ll get another episode finished Sunday.

Oh, since this is a relatively private blog – there is a red headed woman out there that I desperately want to invoke which fat thug should be taken outside. Wow – she’s got this great body, but the hair is amazing. Ahh – lust is my favorite sin. 😀

Well, let me finish this little movie, catch up on a webcomic, and then hit the sheets.

Take Care,

Seething With Apathy

Hello all. The second post, the sophomore post. I’m getting roped into working overtime at my job where I engage in sloppy, mean, satanic crooning. While they say that we are getting another training class coming through, but let’s all take a deeper look at this: the class I was in started out with 12. Out of those twelve, there are only 3 after about two years. Not exactly a work friendly attrition rate. Same thing with my previous job where I was a mist touching insomniac. Had a class larger than the one I’m at now, dropped by half when we finally hit the floor. When I left there to work where frustration ages tyrannical nincompoops, there were only three from the class remaining, again – that was after two years. I’ll be reaching my two year anniversary there in November. Wow – I wonder if two years in a customer service position is like five years in other jobs.

Believe me, it feels like it. Let me give you a bit of advice. When you pick up that phone to call about a problem and you’re thinking: I’m gonna rip this guy a new one. Do this: count to 10, relax. Why? The person on the other end knows everything about you. At both of my jobs, I had the name address and phone number of the person I was talking to on the phone. The other job, I also get social security numbers and a lot of other personal information. Not everyone is as nice as I am. In fact – I dare say that if I completely flip out, I’ve already got a list of ready-made victims. Heh-heh-heh.

Anyway. I really miss the idea of packing up and leaving. I’m watching “Masters of Horror: Pick Me Up” and I like the idea of just wandering about. I always wondered about how the characters on those shows managed food or anything like that. I like the notion of just going somewhere. Just packing up and going wherever my legs would take me. No obligations save to myself, no schedules, no callbacks.

Or maybe I am just fixated on Faruzia Balik.

An interesting idea for a book, though. Not the meanderings of Jack and the other Beat writers, just someone heading out on the road.

Well, as I write this, I am getting ready to go to sleep and wake up with the prospect of 55 ½ hours of work hanging over me like the Sword of Damocles. Take my advice, to mall my younger readers out there: find something you enjoy. Never settle for second best. Not in work, not in your love life. Never ever let yourself take the second place. When you settle once for the sake of convenience, you’ll never stop.

Yours,

Seething in Apathy

All this blog is for really is just for me to put my thoughts into bits on the Internet. Every now and then, I might actually stumble and say something absolutely brilliant… but mostly it’s going to be whatever’s on my mind. One day could be rampant misogyny, the next could be a movie review and the day after that could be some political commentary. It’s a literary crap shoot, here – have fun.

Obviously, I am going to be talking about real people. Unless they’re public figures, I will use pseudonyms. I am too poor to sue… and too cute.

You may ask ‘why the title’? Well – I needed something catchy and “A Tale of Two Cities” was taken. I do have seething apathy, only towards my job – which is tech support for a medium-sized company that will be known as Tyrannical Sage Nincompoops for now. More on that subject later – I figure that this title sums up my experiences fairly well.

What are my interests? Reading, TV, Xbox and listening to music when I’m not slaving away at work; I do have other ambitions, but to reveal them would be to reveal more about me that what I wish to reveal at this time. I enjoy horror, sci-fi and fantasy in my reading lists and movie choices. It will be my intention to post a blog at least every Sunday. I write a couple of other blogs, but I will not reveal them to you, dear reader. This blog is more like a personal sounding board, unlike my other blogs.

My family? The only thing that I am going to say is that I am married – not happily at this time, but that will be the source for another post later. As far as other members of my family all I will say is that they exist, and I have happily burned my bridges between me and them. I do not regret that. Some people may not understand that – I will try to explain that. Of course, this is something I don’t understand myself at times. But, hey – there are a lot of things I don’t understand about myself. Maybe this will sort things out. Maybe not. Don’t really care – this is more of a personal mental exercise for me, unlike my two other blogs, which I hope to eventually make some sort of monetary gain from them.

As for my surroundings, I am a homeowner… well, technically, the bank owns the home, and they’re letting me live here. I am not happy about this. In my family life, I was never in a house that was owned – we always lived in apartments, moving from hither to yond. Personally, I liked it. Didn’t like where I was – we picked up stakes and moved. Of course, my mom being a serial divorcee helped matters along. I have never felt the need to keep in touch with people because I knew I would be leaving in a couple of years. The longest I have stayed was in a place that my step-father didn’t like. It put a rancid vigor in him. The second longest was where the lively skunk out lice – a rather famous place, really. I live there now, and more than likely won’t leave until I make a sizable fortune. When and if I do, rest assured, I will gleefully pack up my belongings and high tail it out of here. Maybe head north.

Well, that’s all I can think to write for now. Look to here next Sunday where I will spout off about other things.

Seething Apathy