Working Spice
Well, I've been working now 4 hour shifts for 3 days at my transitional employment thing. Packing optometrist orders, cleaning a dental prosthetic lab and doing general data entry and filing stuff. Not exactly stimulating but I prefer boring to something which makes me feel inadequate, at most of these roles I feel like I am more than competent and that people appreciate my skill at these so-called tedious types of tasks. The optical lab stuff is easy but I discovered today that time slows down if one spends too much time talking. My TE placement helper people are all wonderful but I won't mind when I'm left to myself with it.
The electricity moron hasn't responded to my forwarding of the bill he mostly created. I was just being a drunken loony when I said he'd get what is coming to him, I can't be bothered. If he didn't take heed of the message about his absurd electrical consumption, then either he is an idiot or he's doing things that he lied to me that he wasn't into, either way, the more time goes by the more it seems obvious to me that my premonition of his death is accurate. You can't go around ignoring danger signals around you forever without ignoring a serious one. Or maybe you can. Either way, it offends my sense of balance and truth and I'd rather not watch this travesty. As Gandalf says well, 'Evil often mars evil' or something along those lines, in other words, bad things do bad things to themselves.
As for my liability on that bill, if they want to push it, I'll declare bankruptcy. I decided some time ago but now and then delude myself into thinking I should procure some imaginary money from some scumbag usurer and then I remind myself that it's all bullshit... so sue away dearest utility retail company.
As I am now earning a bit more money, I've been pondering what I will do with it. At this point I have decided that my priority is to get a press to squish apple cider out, probably some socks and shoes and second-hand office wear, and the rest is staying in the bank, I want a decent capacity mp3 playing mobile phone.
On my commutes to my rehab place and to my new job I've been reading The Lord of the Rings and I am amazed that I put off reading it for so many years, although it's not gripping me like books used to when I was younger, I really enjoy the diversion from the icky smells and sounds of public transport, and the more I read the less I am impressed with the cinematic version, and this has got me thinking a lot about the business of cinema vs prose, and I have concluded that the former is piss weak compared to the latter, hands down. Reading is going to become again my favourite activity when I'm not busy trying to learn something or do something practical with a computer or my body.
I'm also going to get myself training in Wing Chun Kung Fu (here's the school I'm gonna go to's website: ) ... oh my, how did I miss this before! no, bugger that wing chun, good as it is, is not Ba Gua Zhang http://www.brisbanekungfu.com/ W00T W00T W00T!
Well, once again the story unfolds in the telling. No wonder I like telling things so much, when so often the process leads me to something new and better.
Well, I've emailed the sifu and hopefully he'll tell me where I can go learn to fight like a whirlwind against multiple assailants :)
The electricity moron hasn't responded to my forwarding of the bill he mostly created. I was just being a drunken loony when I said he'd get what is coming to him, I can't be bothered. If he didn't take heed of the message about his absurd electrical consumption, then either he is an idiot or he's doing things that he lied to me that he wasn't into, either way, the more time goes by the more it seems obvious to me that my premonition of his death is accurate. You can't go around ignoring danger signals around you forever without ignoring a serious one. Or maybe you can. Either way, it offends my sense of balance and truth and I'd rather not watch this travesty. As Gandalf says well, 'Evil often mars evil' or something along those lines, in other words, bad things do bad things to themselves.
As for my liability on that bill, if they want to push it, I'll declare bankruptcy. I decided some time ago but now and then delude myself into thinking I should procure some imaginary money from some scumbag usurer and then I remind myself that it's all bullshit... so sue away dearest utility retail company.
As I am now earning a bit more money, I've been pondering what I will do with it. At this point I have decided that my priority is to get a press to squish apple cider out, probably some socks and shoes and second-hand office wear, and the rest is staying in the bank, I want a decent capacity mp3 playing mobile phone.
On my commutes to my rehab place and to my new job I've been reading The Lord of the Rings and I am amazed that I put off reading it for so many years, although it's not gripping me like books used to when I was younger, I really enjoy the diversion from the icky smells and sounds of public transport, and the more I read the less I am impressed with the cinematic version, and this has got me thinking a lot about the business of cinema vs prose, and I have concluded that the former is piss weak compared to the latter, hands down. Reading is going to become again my favourite activity when I'm not busy trying to learn something or do something practical with a computer or my body.
I'm also going to get myself training in Wing Chun Kung Fu (here's the school I'm gonna go to's website: ) ... oh my, how did I miss this before! no, bugger that wing chun, good as it is, is not Ba Gua Zhang http://www.brisbanekungfu.com/ W00T W00T W00T!
Well, once again the story unfolds in the telling. No wonder I like telling things so much, when so often the process leads me to something new and better.
Well, I've emailed the sifu and hopefully he'll tell me where I can go learn to fight like a whirlwind against multiple assailants :)
posted by Elfspice at Thursday, September 21, 2006
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