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As does anything good.
*Dah-dah-DAH!*
Okay, enough melodramatics. I think I’ve had enough of that recently.
Honestly, it was a really good five days, I got out of a funk and got some things accomplished.
I’m currently changing up some plugins, cleaning up add-ons, and editing stuff under the hood, so I can start mobile blogging via iPhone, and fix/update stuff that has gotten weird over the past few months.
So, if this site starts acting funny, that’s why.
Now that I’ve gotten that out of the way, WOW, lotsa stuff has been happening. Where to start…?
Oh, I know. With my priority list: workaholicism, social-life, and long-term. (All three of which have not led themselves to regular blogging, not without biting hands that feed.)
I mean, can people be any more selfish? Any more unthinking? Any more childish? Any more dependent?
I’m just trying to get through my day, and people keep asking me to think for them.
Questions like: “Procedures say I should contact so-and-so, should I?”
Answer: Yes!
Question: “Procedures say send a ticket to Department-Name – should I call them?”
Answer: Yes!
Question: “This is not working, and procedures say to call This vendor, should I?”
Answer: Yes!
Quit asking me stupid questions!
*grrrrrr* 
Think, even if it’s just a little. Please?
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Have fun, readers. I’ma have a freaking look at apartments, or maybe deviantart, or even play some online games. Or something.
‘Cause it just plain hurts.
Skåll!!!
I just got back from my walk to the coffee shop, and was thinking the whole way. Well, what else is there to do on a nine-ish block walk? I’m not really a Sudoku player, after all.
This week was a blur. I mean, really — I think back and it’s like the starship Enterprise jumping into warp speed or something. But instead of streaking stars, it’s streaking cubes and chairs and computers and office supplies. Kind of a disturbing mental image, now that I ponder it…
My boss as Captain Jean Luc Picard…
I think I gave myself a case of the jibblies.
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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