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Posts tagged Complaints
OK, who’s trying to annoy me?
101301 days
by kilian
in General Nerdom
I can’t believe that this is merely a coincidence after this post and then this comment string.
Don’t you people have better things to do then try and annoy me in round about ways? Actually, now that I think about it, I wouldn’t have anything much better to do then annoy myself if I could do such a thing…
Please disregard this complaint.
Yet another post for the Excuses category…
01365 days
by kilian
in General Nerdom
Although, this can just as easily go into Complaints…
I had scheduled installment 3 of Random Acts of Insightfulness for this past Tuesday afternoon. Late on Monday, however, I was informed that one of my clients would be in the office on Tuesday afternoon, right about the time I had planned to leave to go conduct said interview. The interviewee, graciously accepting my apologies for the short notice cancellation, informed me that he wouldn’t be in the state again until January. God’s willing, I will yet complete said interview.
In any event, tomorrow’s comic is well on its way to completion (huzzah!), so while all you faithful Normalinauts will not get a new (only slightly aggravating interview conducted by yours truly) you will get a much less aggravating web comic.
Muse – Exo-Politics
Apparently, NAMBLA is fine in other countries
91389 days
A very disturbing, NAMBLA styled vid… all I can say is OMGWTF? O_O
Don’t blame me, if you’re disturbed… I’m just passing on the strangeness. /sigh only on the net would we find something like this…
–Aleister
VNV Nation – Fearless
I hate my job!
21427 days
by kilian
in General Nerdom
Well, I don’t hate my job. I suppose I’ve had worse. Certainly the driving range was bad…
Oh, I can hear the question now, the one that everyone asks….But didn’t you get to drive the little cart?!
Yep. 90% of the job was sitting in that damn thing. It’s fun for about 10 minutes, then it’s just boring. And by boring I mean, to the point of excruciating numbness. And I was doing this back in the mid-90′s, so, you know, no Ipod (not that I have one now!). I was still rollin’ with the cassette (kids, ask someone who is “old”) walkman. I sat in that thing for 8 hours a night, five days a week, for nearly two years. I am convinced that I am considerably more stupid because of it. The other 10% of the job consisted of emptying garbage cans filled with half-empty beer bottles that had been sitting out in the Southern California sun for days on end, shoveling manure, skulking through snake infested dried river beds for .50 cent balls, and having to listen to people talk about golf like it mattered, in any way shape or form, to anyone not rich and/or semi-racist.
One summer I worked at a franchised pizza place, which wasn’t bad, until the second week when the air conditioning broke. The town I grew up in gets to up over 100 nearly every day between the middle of June and the end of August. So I’d have to sit in this little box of a store with two huge pizza ovens hovering at 600 degrees, while trying to wrestle 40 gallons of pizza dough (I was one of the few 18+ employees, and so, one of the few allowed to operate the “machinery”). I swear to god I literally sweated olive oil that summer!
I could go on…I’m almost 30 and I’ve had 18 jobs since I was 16. That’s not to say I haven’t had some long term ones. I’m going on 7 years at the bookstore. Only once did I just stop going to job. It wasn’t that bad, actually, but I told the manager when they hired me that I had a trip planned and he said it would be no problem. Two weeks later, a few days before my trip, I get my schedule which had me working during my trip. I go to the assistant manager to tell him, hey I’m going to be 500 miles away on these days, to which he tells me I didn’t fill out a time off request….that was the last time I ever saw that guy.
But this current one…it’s not bad, per say. I don’t work 80 hours like at the video game company. There is a serious lack of manure related activity. I don’t even have to yell at people to pay 8 bucks for a frozen lemonade. But I think, more than any other job, this one is sucking my soul. It is one of the highest paying jobs I’ve ever had, though. Of course, the last time I had a job with a comparable wage I felt the same way. Maybe it’s something about offices and middle class salaries (although, I’d say I’m only middle class because the wife works as well, and makes more then me actually).
Or could just be that it’s late on Friday and I’m tired, and sick of being here…
Happy(?) Xmas…
21508 days
Hello to all!
I was planning on putting together something a bit more festive for today in honor of the winter celebration of the western sun god’s birth tomorrow. Unfortunately, I got hit with some less than stellar news today which made the whole idea of scribbling something festive-y not so attractive anymore. This makes the second piece of weird or bad news that I’ve been handed in the last 2 days. If the old rules still hold true then I’m sure I can expect one more piece of emotional-psychologically-draining-or-physically-debilitating shit to hit me square in the face before everything is said and done, and things start going back to a more enlightened form of multiverse-cosmic balance.
That said and in honor of my current feelings, here is a little something for the season of traitors and wrongdoers…
In special honor of those who seem to have spent the better or at least latter portion of this year trampling on trust, destroying a record of unrequited devotion, sacrifice, honor and basic civility. To those few who seem to have made it a special mission to attack and or endanger my family, my self, my work and my livelihood, as they say, ‘this one’s for you!’. It is my sincere holiday wish that Krampus was real and that he would show up individually to your doors tonight, flatulent you repeatedly, and painfully with his fist full of switches and carry you away sobbing, beaten, broken and bloody. He’s ready, he’s happy to do his job and he has no problem showing you what I think about you miserly, fucktards of despair, spiteful retaliation and selfish ghettoized sense of community responsibility. To you, slobbering, rancid cunts, Happy Krampus, may you receive nasty staph infections, IRS audits and street walker born STDs all!
To everyone else, you’re awesome, please do enjoy this winter holiday and unlike the previously mentioned twats, may you find happiness and comfort in your honorable deeds, the company of your friends and family and in the reflection of another year gone by!
I love you all (or at least those who shouldn’t have Krampus coming after them tonight),
–Aleister
$166.80
21569 days
by kilian
in General Nerdom
I realize it isn’t really that much money. And, you know, 6.95 a month is certainly doable for me, at this point.
But when that’s the “monthly” rate only because it’s what the flat rate works out to when divided by 24, well, that isn’t really “6.95 per month” it’s 166.80 for two years.
Now don’t get me wrong. That’s a serious amount of hosting for a pretty good price…I just don’t have 160 bones…at least not for bills that aren’t totally necessary…and cable, you gotta have cable.
A cautionary tale for Gilgrim and April
51571 days
by kilian
in General Nerdom
As any faithful reader should know, Gilgrim and April are “expecting” in the biblical sense.
So as the fateful day approaches, I thought it wise to regail the happy couple (and, by default, anyone reading this) with a bit of wisdom gained from 14 months of parenthood. And that bit of wisdom:
Parenthood ages you like nobody’s business!
On Thursday, I was having a rousing e-mail discussion with Mojo of Poor Mojo’s “various sundrys” about the ridiculousness of housing, particularly in the Golden State when said Mojo ended one of his replies with “tyvm.”
Now I was never up on the netspeak, but I could usually figure out crap like that, back in the day, say a year and a half ago, when I still felt some “connection” to the kids.
But that “tyvm” was so totally perplexing to me that I had to have Mojo translate. That’s how sadly out of touch I am.
Then came the weekend. MTV was playing a “So You Think You Can Dance” season 2 marathon all day Saturday and Sunday. Now I didn’t watch every single minute of the thing, but I certainly watched a lot more of it than, say, is healthy.
One minute to digress….let it be emphatically said that I do not, nor does my wife, or anyone even remotely connected to my house, watch Dancing with the Stars. The difference between the two shows might seem negligible to some. But one has B and C level celebrities with no appreciable appititude to dance or any dance related activity barely scraping through routines set to horribly contrived “renditions” of terrible songs that should in know way ever be accompanied by choreography. The other has actual, skilled DANCERS, performing actual DANCING, choreographed by good choreographers and accompanied by appropriate music. Can you guess which is which? Now, you may not appreciate dance, as is certainly your right. But my wife danced for 15 years, and it’s something that is taken seriously in our house (though, maybe not as seriously as, say, baseball or Premier League Football).
Do I think it is possible I would have watched so much “So You Think You Can Dance?” before I had a kid….well, I suppose anything is possible. But it certainly would have been highly improbable. Now….? The evidence speaks for itself.
So, be wary innocent expecting couple. You will find many changes occurring in your lives soon. Not all of them will sit well with the image you have of your former self.