Showing posts with label donkeyballs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label donkeyballs. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 2, 2024

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #827: IN THE BEFORE TIME

 Today was not just a shitshow at work. It was a shitfest. The first two hours were so goddam miserable I considered just walking out of the office and never returning. A lot of it had to do with technical issues, and while I was balls deep in this fucking garbage I couldn't help but think, my job would be a lot more annoying without this tech.


How did people do my job back before the internet? I have a bit of an idea, since I was a parts driver for the City of Elmhurst during the infancy of the internet. When you went into a parts store back then they usually had one counter dedicated to the Big Book, which was really a series of books held together in one gigantic binder. They could find just about any part in there, but they had to go the long way. The only way. They had to flip through pages.


So I imagine it would have been somewhat like that. It would also have to be in person, not over the phone. While it's a little more awkward to tell a customer that the job they want is going to cost more than they expected in person, at least I wouldn't be taking customers back to back to back. There are very few states in the country we don't work in, so a majority of people I talk to aren't even from the Chicagoland area, but without the tech? They'd probably have to bring their car to a shop to get it looked at. There is no way I would be required to talk to 100 people a day in a situation like that. I envision a lot of sitting around and waiting.


But I'm sure there would also be calls. How could I know what our vendors have without the internet? Call around and see. That would be fucking annoying, but in the grand scheme of things? It's a trade-off I'd be OK with.


I'd probably have to dress up, or they'd put me in a uniform, but what the hell. It wouldn't be the first time someone made me do that to earn a living. I doubt I'd have a 200/month quota, either. I might talk to 200 people in a month in pre-internet days. So maybe I wouldn't have to work commission. There are positives and negatives to that, but again, I can live with it.


Yeah, I'm daydreaming about not having to work this sales job anymore. My opportunity to escape vanished, but I might have a new opportunity soon. On the plus side it's strictly customer service, which is a walk in the park for me. The pay would be more than the base I make now. Not much, but it would be worth it, I think. The only problem is, it's in Schaumburg. I've worked there before. For almost 10 years. I can make the drive, but it sucks donkeyballs. The one good thing about working in Elmhurst is that if I get sick it's a 15 minute drive home. Holding in puke for 45 minutes to an hour would not go well.


I need this. My life will be so much better if I get it. Wish me luck.


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Tuesday, January 26, 2021

GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #332: THE SONG THAT NO ONE SINGS

 I'm in a rough mood. But I won't let this build up inside of me


I considered just going to sleep (again), but this day has sucked donkey balls. So let's do a deep cut.


I mentioned my enjoyment of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. It's a goofy movie, but there are parts that stick out. Like when Frankenstein is captured by his creature and asks him if he has a soul. But there is a part that I identify with most.


There is the scene where he's learning by living with the people in the woods. The others are gone, and the creature comes to the blind man's rescue. The blind dude is totally into the creature, and he feels bad for him. Especially after he touches the creature's face. He understands that the creature is ugly. But he loves the creature anyway.


And then the blind man's family comes home and drives the creature out violently. The blind man wants to help his newfound friend, but everyone else is happy to see the fucking monster out of the cabin. The next scene is of the creature sobbing his eyes out in giant shaking cries. I've felt that.


When I was younger, people told me to open up. And every time I did I got hurt. I showed a part of me that someone fucking killed me over. And I saw De Niro as the creature, and I felt it. I've been the creature sobbing his eyes out because he thought he could open himself to the world, and he was wrong.


I spent my life cauterizing those gaping wounds. I burned those nerves away so I was bulletproof. I burned and burned and burned. For the last five years I've been trying to reactivate my nerves. I want to love again.


I'm made of open nerves. I just want to be human again.