This concludes the uplifting portion of our program, and now, a rant:
O.K...I can take a hint, I was beginning to think I was not suppost to post here...
I've had the flu for a few days, I was a little worried this morning, cried and sobbed continously for about three hours...
now with only a little fever, and cognitive sensibilities have returned.
My sugar 0r serotonin must have dropped out the bottom. Iwas in dark, dark places this morning. I was seriously contemplating how to jump-start the Apocalypse.
I now realize I was thinking too small.
But that's for another day.
My main brain obsession (other than memory terrors and racing thoughts) was the malicious design of retail stores and also how they train their employees.
It is rather poisonous.
One of the things that pushes my buttons is the conscious manipulation of innocents for the advantage of only a few. It's like I have a "freedom detector" that says "this needs to be removed and replaced with something better."
That's not really what it says, but I do my best work outside of jail.
I think the thing that really sparked it was the lady at RadioShaft. (this was last week) I went to pay for my connector, and she says "What is your email."
Not "can I", or "May we"...but (very professionally) demanded it, which I'm sure is part of her training. "Never leave the customer an out." I can hear it now.
I was already twitterpated from having to give my money to the bastards anyways...so I blew my opportunity to be clever and snarky. All I did was badger her about the crap she was told to do...
finally she started giving me a sympathetic look and said "That's just the way it works." and I said "No, that's the way you work it!"
I think next time I may have to be completely crude and shock the cashier out of her training (wreck that train!) and then maybe I can make my purchase without them trying to get their fukcing hooks in me. (you have to realize after the email, then it was three or four other unsolicited questions to pester me with.) (AND NO! I DON"T NEED ANY GODDDAMN BATTERIES!) (JFK on a popsicle stick, I kind I wish I had really said that...)
Maybe I could pull some kind of Don Juan Matus shinanigian...if I really have the balls....we'll see, I get mad enough, I'll do damn near anything, especially If I think it's helping to get rid of the problem.
Remember, there is a BIG difference between fixing a problem and getting rid of it.
I can't always fix it, but I can damn sure eliminate the problem.
Right now I seem to be venerable to all the worlds problems, and the only solution I can console myself with is it does not require destruction. The changes and solutions we desire can manifest themsleves in tiny increments.
Ironically, it is these tiny increments that seem to bug me the most. Just like the interactions with cahiers... :deeperimplications:
ok...when someone figures out what emoticon THAT one is....I want it!
and I thought the mad in Mad Scientist meant they were crazy....
(and if this post raises your eyebrows about me...then thank god my post this morning got crunched...)
I'll be back to my much-less-malicous self in a day or two...