Greetings Me Droogs N Droogettes!
Yannow when you hit the wall informationally speaking?
Yeah, Dat me. TOO much badness, downright -stupid- and OMFG the training… it drones on and on and on… the guy means well, but he’s -obviously- following the “legally mandated, Human Capitol (when did that shit change from ‘Resources’?) approved politically and vetted Training Syllabus.”
Which means I’m like soooo over it
Yeah, aboot that level at this point Aye.
I mean I’ve been able to do my poasts later in the evening, early morning when there isn’t much going on, but man, this coursework, albeit necessary, it’s fucking retarded. It’s the lowest common definition. Doesn’t take anyone’s experience into account, which means for those of us who’ve been Supervisory/Management for oh, like their whole career, we’re getting the ‘refresher’ of having to start. from. the. beginning.
So, to keep myself entertained, I’ve done a few ‘things’ to keep myseelf on the ‘cool kid list(s)’. One is I’m half-assed listening, and asking good questions when the opportunity arises. Always had thhat ability in school, to be able to track in a corner of the brain housing group what’s being talked about, and be able to ask a question, (that I usually ALREADY know the answer to) BUT it establishes A) I’m following along, and usually the question -is- pertinent, and it shows I’m paying attention. I usually make it a 2-3 a day input, just to let ’em know I’m alive.
The other gizmo I got shows I’m actively following along. Now they currently don’t have the ability (that I know of) to follow my screen as of yet, but they do know if the ‘puter goes into ‘sleep mode’ and you can get hemmed up for that. And to me, it’s a pain in the ass to have to grab the mouse and jiggle it every 5 minutes. SO I got a mouse ‘jiggler’. Neat toy. On-Off switch that plugs into a USB socket, and when it’s on, it keeps the mouse randomly bouncing around on the screen, thereby keeping my ‘puter “active”.
Teach me how to suck eggs will ya?
But yep. Bit tired too. The back is hurting and the hours on this shit are really kind of fucked up. 11am Eastern, but we’ve been doing the 9am to 19:30pm thing, as they want to have a pre-work meeting each day. Salary doncha know? Otherwise, the world is still in a slow-motion meltdown.
Seems that the CDC -real scientist kids- fucking quit over Herr Fauxi’s and the (p)Resident’s new booster guideline. Reading over everything, and now the ‘twice a day Pfizer pill’ they want to start? OMFG… can these people not understand that eventually, those of the surviving members of humanity are going to hang the rest of y’all?
Leastways I –hope– we do.
But on the home front, I’m burned out. Got word that Wifey’s Brother (the good one) is down with the COVID. He and his Spawn visited back in June? And I -told- him what to take and how to keep himself ‘amped’ by way of the Zinc, D vitamins, C, and B, as well as keeping the ivermectin on hand. He’s a security guard in a hospital no less. Dude is exposed all the time to the bug… and he’s down hard and Wifey is worried…
And I took shit last night for being frustrated about it.
Look, I’m -not- a prone-to-sympathy sort of guy. I don’t look for sympathy. I own my fuckups. And I also very strongly believe that when your time is up, it’s fucking up. NO negotiation, no take-backsies, no nuthin’ Da Reaper shows, you’re done. Game Over Player One. Seen it, lived it too many times. When I should have been dead I bounced back, survived and FIDO’d…
Fuck It, Drive On.
“Sympathy is a word located in the dictionary between ‘Shit’ and ‘Syphilis’ in my dictionary.”
Dunno who the originator of that gem was, but it’s brilliant.
Hopefully Dude makes it, he’s a good guy.
So, the day progresses.
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