Holy fucking christ
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.
When did being able to produce text and images with video and sound become normal? It's fucken weird and fucken weirds me out. All of a sudden. Like a wild cat leaping from the undergrowth. Or some shit.
Sitting back with beer and food watching Firefly makes the whole damned week worth it. Worst customer today rang up screaming about how she gets mail from us about personal loans then gets rejected for them. She wanted to be taken off the mailing list apparently. I didn't actually get to say anything before she hung up. Luckily she'd come through authenticated by the system and I was able to take her off the list. Although it was bloody tempting to leave it the way it was.
When I first started out on the night shift I cooked every night. I made it a point of putting together meals, something decent, because I figured nowhere would be bloody open when I got home.
So what the hell's been going on? I've been working at my new job, blowing people's minds with how awesome I am at it all. Which is only half a lie. Since my last real post I've had more shit holding me back but I've gotten over it. I swear I really am unlucky when it comes to being on certain systems. I don't show up on file. It's like vampires with mirrors except I must be an electronic vampire, sucking static and white noise from machines to make it through the night and retiring to my computer room to sleep out the day. Or some shit. I dunno. See, what happened is everyone else in my training group got their logins for the systems we have to use. And I didn't. Okay, one of the other guys didn't get his either but he submitted his security check a day later than everyone else. That apparently had some bearing on the situation.
Shit. I don't remember making either of those posts. But they're both things I'd post. What the hell.