People around me keep getting me down. Don’t get me wrong, people have the best of intentions, but I always keep the old saying in mind:

THE ROAD TO HELL IS PAVED WITH GOOD INTENTIONS.

Good intentions are great, and it’s a thousand times better than bad intentions, but really…

I have to spend hours upon hours fixing things gone wrong because people didn’t think things through before acting.

Sometimes I get left out of things because I ask that people be thorough with their efforts, that they think through the repercussions of their choices, decisions, and actions.

After being left out of the loop and seeing the fecal matter hit the rotating air moving device, I usually have ten to fifteen times more work to do, just to figure out what the H-E-Double-Hockey-Stick what went wrong. Usually takes me twenty times longer to actually fix things then.

Important note: I’m not just talking about work here. I’m also talking personal shit. More personal than professional, to be honest.

Here’s my over-powering question, for all the cowards that can’t keep in mind cause and effect: What the fuck are you so afraid of? Why can’t you be honest enough to TALK about what the fuck you’re doing/wanting/needing?

I don’t want philosophical answers, I want thoughtful, reasoned answers from the guilty parties, that remain hidden because I don’t want to be sued.

Questions? Call your local politician, cause I feel I was clear, and don’t feel like lying. Leave that work to the professionals.

I don’t feel like needing to guess at your meaning any more.

Skåll!!

Maybe it’s the fact that it’s a corporate world, or maybe it’s a desperation of people trying to pay rising bills in a world that doesn’t care, or maybe I’m just in a weird phase of my life where the stupid people are attracted to me like iron to a magnet, but every few weeks now it just gets to me — people’s stupid demands.  Cries that I can’t do this, I need to do that, why don’t I do something about that, why did I let that person fail…

Disclaimer: this blog post, like many before it, will be vague on specifics of names, places, or specific timeframes.  I have to protect the guilty, because I can’t afford a lawyer or deal with the mindnumbing frustration and pointless anger that a lawsuit would bring upon me.  So please fill in the names with your favorite enemies if you really need names.

Oh, wait — Disclaimer number two: I’m taking the opposite side of many popular opinions amongst some valued friends, or even my own opinion in some cases.  It’s called drawing out the discussion.  I get any hateful words about it and I’ll cheerfully delete your e-mail.  Then I’ll go outside and enjoy the day, knowing that the hateful words came from another idiot.  Then I’ll have one more person to avoid like the plague.

Back to the post.

I hate entitled people.  No — hate isn’t a strong enough word.  I loathe their smug requests for attention, or money, or fairness, or some god-given right.

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I haven’t posted regularly in so long, I honestly cannot remember my mindset for blogging.

It’s like I’ve gone to get dressed, and I realized I have forgotten how to put on pants.  It’s not hard to figure it out, but there’s this nagging feeling that somehow, in some way, I’m doing it wrong.

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To: Gawd
Date: 2008/05/18 16:18
Subject: I’m sorry for the lateness of this report

Gawd —

Sorry for the long time since the last e-mail. I keep forgetting the important things in the midst of all the flotsam and jetsam of everyday busy-ness. I’m working on it, like you asked, but my idea about using Outlook reminders just isn’t panning out. Maybe G-mail SMS reminders would work, if someone gave me an an iPhone…

I’m kidding!!!

As usual, my disclaimer: my perspective keeps changing every year of my life, so I’m inclined to believe that my reports change because I’m the one changing. My reports, as always, contain my conjecture and theories despite my best attempts to remain true to just the facts.

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Yesterday I was talking to a co-worker and found that his nose just looked different.  Somehow he looked like a different person, I knew damn well that wasn’t the case, but it was strange.  The lighting, the angle that I was viewing him, the mental contructs running through as thoughts, all were different than the usual social framing I interact with him.

Upon reflecting on it now, I realized that I had had a process in my brain turn off, and in realizing it I was studying it.

I think that the process of writing the two manuals I wrote and submitted forced a change in how I think, and the causal element was trying to get inside how users think and would use my manuals.

I am strongly introverted, that I’ll agree to heartily, but this was over the top.

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