Arghhhh.

Someone called me Sir. I feel so OLD now.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!

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The Rage is returning

Today is one of those days. Problems keep reoccurring over and over again and I’m starting to hate the people who keep doing things that they know that they are not suppose to be screwing around with the PC's. I don’t want to mention names but some of them can just GO TO HELL. What I don’t understand is do these people know that they are annoying everyone around them? Do they realize that they are MORONS and JACKASSES?

There are some people who act like it’s my sole purpose is to cater to their needs. (Oh, I’m not talking about you Squeak, you ask, you don’t demand and that makes a world of difference. I’ll help you out anytime you need help.) They feel that I have to be subservient to them. The worst was when one told me to get safety cones because of a wet floor, due to an overflowing toilet. She got an ear full from me.

I’ve convinced now that certain people have been created just to annoy the piss out of me. When I lived in Ontario, there was this one person, and everything about her annoyed me to no end. Her nasally whiney voice. How she invited herself to outings. How she had to ask questions in the middle of movies. WHY DO SOME PEOPLE DO THAT? Now the weird thing that I found her genetic sister living here in Calgary. She looks almost exactly like the person in question and based on my brief encounters, she’s just as rude and pathetic. Once again I’ve found proof that God hates me.

However I won’t give up that easily. They will not destroy my will to live.

Mmm I’m starting to sound like the bitter me from before the IT job. This must mean that it is indeed, time to leave. That is, find another job. I’m starting to feel the rage again. I just heard that someone else is giving their notice as I type this post. They are leaving and I am still here. The writing is on the wall. THE INNER RAGE HAS RETURNED.

Yes people, the dread and hatred I felt towards work has returned. It’s not to the point where is was before, but I can feel the rage inside me. It’s defiantly time to move on. Good thing I updated my Resume last week because of the wireless phone incident.

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It was the end of the world as i knew it

I remember five years ago today. I remember it as if it was yesterday. I’ve read a couple of blogs where people discussed their 9/11 experiences. Jay’s blog has a good post, about that day. I’ve read about fear and rage, but none of them seemed to reflect the feeling that I had during that day; first, the disbelief and then, later in the day the shame. To this day, I still feel shame over that day.

That day started normally enough, I had class so I was on campus. I had no idea what was going on in New York. I never turned on a TV or a radio before I went in. I was concerned with assignments and classes. The little things.

I went through my first class, in ignorant bliss of the changing world around me, and the first sign that there was something wrong was while I was in the computer lab. I wasn’t able to access CNN or any other news site so I figured that there was a problem with the net connection, never thinking that all the news sites were bogged down due to the amount of people looking for information about what was going on.

Then I started hearing people talking about it, about New York and the Towers, and then the Pentagon. At first I thought they were talking about some TV movie that I missed and then I tried to go to CNN.com again and the webpage came up and I thought “my god, someone hacked CNN”. I thought this because it seemed more realistic than what was really going on.

It was soon after that someone told me about the Towers and that there was a TV set up in the Student Lounge. It was in that room that reality finally set in as I watched the news coverage, the replay of the events from earlier in the day. I watched the end of the world as we knew it.

The rest of the morning allowed me the opportunity to let reality sink in. I went to my other 2 classes, but mentally I was somewhere else.

The afternoon was where the shame sank in. There were some points of rage and disgust but mostly shame. I remember hearing some woman talking about how ‘things would get back to normal’ in a few days. I wanted to say that things will never be the same again. I remember overhearing 2 guys talking about ‘how cool’ it looked when the towers fell. When I heard that I wanted to scream, and choke the life out of those 2 stupid retards.

The shame came at work when I did nothing. I went to work and did my job like it was any other day. Inside, my mind was screaming. I kept telling myself, that I should be doing something. ANYTHING!!! Donating blood, donating money, SOMETHING, but I just did my job. My boss acted like it was a normal day and when I asked about having a radio to hear the coverage, he said something about meeting our customer’s needs. I wanted to beat him to death at that point but I did nothing.

What I remember from 9/11 was that thousands of people lost their lives and I did nothing. That is my shame.

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The Clip of the Week (The Girl who feared Pickles)

I still wonder if this is a April Fools prank or is this girl seriously disturbed.

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Photo Friday (WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!!!)

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