Just winging it was some yadda adda

I have no idea what to write about again, as traditions require it. I’m going to wing it.

I can still feel the effects of the lung infection. I’m still coughing, but the good news is that the coughing isn’t as frequent or as severe. It still sounds like a wet cough but I’m not as nasty.

Work is work and it’s keeping me somewhat busy. There’s this guy who’s starting to be a real pan in the ass. He likes to talk down to people, but he knows better than to try that shit with me. I managed to get him all confused once, talking geek tech and he never tried it again. The weird part is that I almost NEVER talk geek tech, unless it’s with other IT people, that way I can get an ideal across quicker.

Personally I hate people who talk like that because it makes people feel like they are superior to others, while normal people look confused. I NEVER do that. It doesn’t matter if I’m talking to an employee, management or my mom. I get more satisfaction having people understand what I need to explain as opposed to some jackass who wants to make themselves better by making others feel dumb. I still remember that one incident where that one guy was bugging the sales guy at an EB Games about games for Linux. All I wanted to say to that guy was “Move out of your parent’s basement asshole”.

Oh I’ve run into a snag with trying to start up the podcast started again. It seems that I can only record half the conversations on my Vonage VPhone. I’m still working on it and I’m hoping to have the problem solved in the near future. I honestly believe that it can’t be that hard to fix. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.

Now there are 15 minutes left until I get to go home and I wonder why the heck I should come in tomorrow or Friday? Something about responsibilities I guess. I think it has something to do with dealing with the same crap over and over again. It just makes you not want to get out of bed in the morning. I wonder if porn stars have that problem. The look at the alarm clock and think “crap, I have 2 sex scenes to do today. Do I feel like getting laid today or just staying home and sleeping in?”

Crap. Why do people start calling me with problems 15 minutes before quitting time? Now I’m stuck with some overtime. Dammit. I just want to go home. So I’m ending this and calling it a day.

My 2 bytes.