26 April 2009

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Okay, I got a plan now. But today? Damn.

Soul-sucking does not begin to describe it. Hi, Ms. Grumpylady! Why yes you may treat me as subhuman. Are you a member of our RewardaClub? No? Would you like to sign up it's fre--okay, maybe next time! Oh yes here sign up for our credit card and also this item is eligible for our Buyer's Warranty and would you like a drink with that and thankyouforshoppingwithushaveaniceday!

No, I shouldn't complain about my job, when at least I have one. Unemployment's higher now than it's been since the Great Depression. Companies are closing doors left and right. It's getting ugly out there...how long until we have bread lines, until people crack and make bank runs?

Though really, I can't help but believe a little optimism, both consumer and personal, would fix a lot. Consumer optimism that things will get better, and it's okay to spend a little money. Personal optimism so that not everybody's ready to bite one another's head off at the workplace.

Maybe that's why I'm finding myself interested in politics again. It's...different, I guess...to hear someone speak with optimism, and yet make it sound like it's genuine instead of rehashed, recycled soundbytes (or is it soundbites? Meh, the former is so much more Web 2.0-ey). To hear someone speak and say that they genuinely sound like they're more than just confident, they KNOW they have the answer to get things back on track.

Forgiving all student loans. Nationwide infrastructure work to create jobs (Information SuperInterstate, anyone?). Increased pay for educators based on merit. Some of his ideas are more radical than others, yet when everything seems to be going wrong, it's hard to turn away from the notion of change. But I have to say, these ideas...well, any idea that gives me a better chance of putting myself where I thought I would be after graduation, I'm fully behind.

Look, I don't mean to turn this into some political action blog. I'm just frustrated and I'm looking for a way out. Nobody's hiring. So instead, let's focus on something a little more important.

Disc golf.

No no really, bear with me here. I play. A lot. Like, it used to be a daily thing for me. I played in tournaments while in college. Never won, but held my own. But I'm outta practice. Working six days a week has made it hard to work up motivation. But I gotta change that. Gotta snap outta it.

I need a hobby, dammit, and I need to get back into tournament shape. A nearby disc golf course holds an Election Eve tourney whenever there's a national election coming up with a top prize of $500. Snagging the top prize against the local pros? That's unrealistic. What IS realistic is the $100 and 1-year paid Professional-level PDGA membership for 3rd place. Tomorrow, after work, no matter what? Practice.

Work tomorrow at 6 am. To bed.


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25 April 2009

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(Edit, May 2010: What you're about to read in this first week isn't what I really want this blog to be about, assuming you can read this still. Assuming widespread internet access still exists. Some...big changes have happened. Heh, damn...understatement. I can't come to grips with it all even now. Life itself has flipflopped into some negative, inverse image of its former self, and I have no clue yet how far the changes will go. I don't know if things will ever be back to the way they are here. But I keep them here, despite the change in focus. I keep them here for contrast. I keep them here for proof.

I keep them here to remember that these days before DID exist.)


Alright, so I finally got around to starting this thing. I've done the webjournal thing off-and-on before, but never really could stick with it. But with all my friends moving off, and with my frustrations building almost hourly now, thought I'd give it a shot again.

No, I'm not going all emo over the frustrations thing. Writing has always been a way for me to relax. Sit down, pound out / vent on a machine, and afterwards say to hell with it and move on.

When you've got a four-year degree and the only work you can find is being a register-jockey, you've got a LOT to vent about sometimes.

Seriously, I think cashiers are to modern days as whores were to Medieval England. Necessary for a peacefully-running society, yet looked down as the lowest of the low socially.

Okay, yeah, maybe that's a bit of a stretch. MAYBE.

Like I said, I'm doing this mostly to keep in touch with everybody. So if you don't know me, how'd you get here? Turn down that music! Get off my lawn! Damn kids.

If you do know me, I'm still alive guys. Hope everyone's doing well, and I'll be in touch.

AND GET OUT AND VOTE. E-day's coming up soon, and the poll trends are looking promising...here's to hope!

God knows we need some. ~I~ need some.


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