I've been in this existential crisis over the past few years trying to re-invent myself--by recognizing the shit around me, apparently--which when I cut it off right there without an explanation--seems pretty fucking stupid. I mean...you want a positive slant, a lifting spin on your designation, why the fuck would you constantly be looking at all the wrong shit?? I don't even know how the hell that came to be in my life--why and when did I get some entrenched in the news and its constant cycles of dread. I keep reading about this fear of missing out. I don't fear missing out on anything but information. I am usually so well read on current events that when people start talking about it, it's usually sunk into my consciousness a few days which really doesn't do a hell of a lot in terms of giving me any more peace, or piece-- of mind. It fills my brain, sure, but instead of my brain being filled with hopeful shit I am totally burning down houses and bridges and expectation of anything else but pure chaos. I am always a few days in front of most stories and honestly--being this in the ...
I have been thinking about this a lot lately in my struggles to understand the world around me-I guess in my struggles to define the things I am seeing I have started making these connections with the things that seem to make the world go round. I guess we are all trying to find our own meaning in the things we do--maybe again I don't have the luxury of a child to shrink my focus down to something manageable, something meaningful in a lot of ways. I think the things we leave, the legacies in whatever fashion format or space we allot--either with our words or images, song, it's an art, all of this, dancing around the edges of meaning something huge and basically realizing you will die and nobody will fucking remember you for more than the moment you crossed their path.
I got into a thing the other day discussing healthcare and what the ACA did versus how people are treating it. Now--I would have had a fuck of a lot more respect if people actually fucking saw what the hell the ACA did ultimately. I can say this with absolute certainty because I fell victim to it as ...
Today is day 1 back to work. It's been a bit slow and to be honest--it's really not the hardest job in the world. It is simple and easy and being nice to people is something I have always been good at. Well, at least when it comes to things like me providing service. One thing I have been able to recognize about my own patience levels, I guess? Sometimes I am an angry email writer and an angry caller. If something terrible happens to me or my money, that is usually when I am raising hell. If I have purchased a service that goes wonky or is less than I paid, for, you better believe I am calling.
But this job is easy and takes really nothing to do--once you know and understand systems, it's just a matter of applying that information and what you are picking up along the way. I am great at live problem solving for customers and have a knack for making shit a one call resolution matter. It's not that I don't want people calling--in fact I tell people all the time to call. But calling a few times on an issue where we usually ...
