From wage slavery to the Ninja Turds, life has continued to move in
a circuitous fashion that leads to nowhere. Can a new computer placate
The Keeper? Or, is he about ready to make his debut on America's Most
frantically trying to put something together because I was already two
days late with the debut of yet another chapter in the life of the ol'
lavahead. And, Lord knows how many weeks I am behind with e-mail. Since
I have been working on proofing the entire contents of LoserNet, I have
lost track of the present. I found myself immersed in the events that have
transpired over the (almost) three years that The Keeper has been on the
Web. I always start off each season with a bit of diatribe. This time,
I am at a loss for words. Perhaps it is because I am a wage slave. Or,
perhaps I am just growing more weary. Web journals come and go, as we have
seen with the recent demise of the competitor's journal. A journal may
just be a substitute for something else in a person's life. When that part
which is missing is finally found, the journal may go to the wayside. LoserNet
will always be foremost in importance to me. It has been the cornerstone
of my life. Sounds pathetic, doesn't it? I don't mean to imply that I live
for LoserNet. However, I think that if you read these countless volumes
of nonsense, you will know what I mean.
Computer by day. Computer by night. Oddly, I have
not been working on my new computer. I have gotten used to the Netscape
editor and my new computer does not have anything like it yet. However,
it looks like baby will be inheriting my old computer sans modem
until I can afford to buy one of those overpriced 56kbps jobs. The countdown
begins for my last month of wage slavery. I have yet to work on my résumé.
I have no employment queries in the works. I am merely working on proofing
the contents of LoserNet. Sometimes I can see why I end up in the predicaments
that I do. Maybe I am the sinister kahuna. I probably used voodoo
on myself and can't remember that I did.
I may have gotten a little carried away with adding
graphics to LoserNet. I do everything possible to reduce the file size.
However, one needs to ask ... are they really necessary? I can't say that
I am putting everything together as slick as a graphics artist would. Actually,
the whole mess looks like a scrapbook. Who knows ... maybe I'll remove
all of that stuff when I proof the entire contents for the third time.
The only thing I'm wondering about is why I am still finding spelling errors.
I am spending a lot of time at work debugging
my scripts. The real problem is that I am using both Visual Basic (VB)
client side. For the most part, both languages work well together. However,
Web design is not an exact science. It is not quite like programming in
a standard computer language because much of it is platform-dependent.
I am not exactly sure if I can finish the intranet project before the month
is over. And, I'm not sure what the boss will do about this situation.
Perhaps Pontus can take over where I leave off. After all, this is the
way he wanted it.
The weather has been a little screwy around here.
According to Paul, there is a major tropical disturbance about 1,000 miles
south of Hawai'i. It has been extremely windy here with continued rain
showers. The ambient temperature has dropped significantly, making me out
to be a liar. I have told everyone that it is always hot here. The storm
is moving further south, so we are looking forward to better weather soon.
You know that I've run out of material when I talk about the weather. Sheesh!
The proofing continues ... I have spent every
night working on the contents of LoserNet. I have no idea why I am doing
this. I could rant and rave about wage slavery I suppose. In fact, I should
mention that things continue to slide downhill at work. Paul was supposed
to be teaching PowerBuilder to two people (who were to be the designees
of future PowerBuilder projects). However, there was so much resistance
that the classes were called off. Paul has nothing to do now. He has been
continuing to improve upon his one-and-only completed PowerBuilder project.
He fears that it will end up in the toilet anyway since there were so many
problems in attempting to install it on the Windows NT workstations. I
have continued to debug the scripts that have been increasing in complexity
with each passing day.
Baby got a lead on another house in Hawai'i Kai.
She met with the rental agent after work. The house apparently needs a
lot of work, but it has been the only listing to appear in some time. Baby
expressed her interest in renting the place nonetheless. Time is running
out. Baby's daughter will be here in less than one month. The house is
about a five-minute walk from moms' place, which makes it very convenient
for baby to visit. Anyway, she will find out tomorrow whether she has the
place or not.
We had our monthly meeting at work today. It lasted
over an hour. Ironically, not much of substance was discussed. As I had
suspected, no one has even bothered to look at the intranet project. Toward
the end of the month, I will hear the whines of several dissatisfied fools.
Of course, it will be too late to do anything because I will no longer
be working there. I have designed a site to the specifications that I was
given. However, they seem to believe that it will be easy to add new features
as well as graphics to a (near) zero-administration site after the fact.
Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaaa! I have spent most of my time writing Visual Basic
code. Oh well, what do I know?
Baby got a call from the rental agent. It looks
like she will be able to rent the place she looked at yesterday. The earliest
that she can move in will be this coming Saturday. She will be meeting
with the rental agent tomorrow after work to finalize the arrangement.
She will not be locked into a long-term lease, but she was promised that
the rent would stay the same for at least one year. Before I forget, I
should thank Annabelle (email@example.com) for the virtual flower
bouquet and also Richie (firstname.lastname@example.org) for writing in! Yes,
I know that I am backlogged insofar as e-mail replies are concerned. I
hope to be caught up once I finish proofing LoserNet sometime this weekend.
was payday. I have only two more paychecks left before my return to the
nebulous world of the unemployed. And, what a world that is! The boss was
busy calling his own cell phone number to see if his voice mail worked.
Later, I heard him mention something about King Cobra. My ears perked up.
Well, hey! Don't let the smooth taste fool ya! Actually, he was talking
about some golf thing. I realized that when Paul mentioned that he saw
the boss running around earlier with a golf club in hand. I pieced it all
together when I remembered that I got all kinds of golf sites when I used
"King Cobra" in a query via several Web search engines. I waited over 20
minutes for a bus after work. Traffic was extremely heavy and all the buses
were tied up somewhere. A bus finally came by. It took over 30 minutes
to reach downtown mainly because there were so many people waiting for
the bus along the "milk run." Since it was almost five o' clock, I decided
to stop in at baby's office. We took the express bus home. Baby met with
the realtor at her new home to finalize the rental agreement. She will
be able to move stuff in starting tomorrow.
I walked with baby to her new place. It is just
a few blocks away in the next subdivision. It's actually a fairly decent
place, especially being over 30 years old. It needs a little work. Baby
will be spending the rest of the month cleaning and painting her place.
The owners will reimburse her for the work. We walked to the library after
that so I could donate a few nerd magazines. We also checked out the crafts
fair that was in progress at Koko Marina. My bro returned home right after
his carpentry class. The Ninja Turds meandered around until two o' clock.
Then, the whole family went to Chuck E. Cheese Pizza for my nephew's B-day
party. Whoopee. While they were gone, I helped baby move a few boxes to
her new place with my beloved six-four. After we finished moving the boxes,
we took moms over to see the new place.
Later in the afternoon, I discovered that my loan
deferment application was returned. I filled in the form properly, but
it was still rejected. I will begin my payments this week. I was really
fatigued after reading that nonsense. I also received a form from my car
insurance carrier. I may have to cancel my current policy and reapply (with
the same firm) to qualify for a discount. Say what? Baby and I also had
a long discussion with moms this afternoon. Apparently, my bro has been
doing a lot of complaining lately, mostly about baby and I. Moms said that
he confronted her the other day to find out when baby and I were moving
out. He has been pressuring moms to kick us out of the house. Moms refused
and told him that if he didn't like that, he should move. My bro told her
that the only way he'll move is if moms gives him back the money he has
paid in rent for the last eight years. Can you believe that? He also told
moms that she should support him once he is laid off from his current job.
Moms is finally becoming concerned about the situation because it is affecting
her health. I think that her only option is to enforce a rent increase
up to the average for the area (about $1,300 per month) and initiate eviction
proceedings if they refuse. Moms needs to force them out.
I took baby to Assaggio's for dinner to celebrate
her B-day. I can't say that I was in festive mood given the latest circumstances
with my loans as well as with the Ninja Turds. It was a nice dinner nonetheless.
Before leaving for Assaggio's, I pondered my current situation. I wondered
why the same things seem to happen to me over and over again. I'm not one
to get much of a break in life. The loan situation is a case in point.
Didn't we see this same scenario six months ago? Earlier this morning,
I was discussing the loan situation with baby. It doesn't matter that I
paid off almost half of my loans in six months. I paid $19,000 and I am
basically broke now since I bought a new computer. My prior payments mean
nothing to the loan people. If I screw up and miss a payment, I will be
penalized. My interest rate will climb two percentage points and my credit
will be intentionally ruined. If that happens, I will ask myself why I
even bothered to pay any of it off. I guess these are the rules of life
that I must live by. All that and now I have to put with that crap being
dished out by the Ninja Turds.
My homey Rod called today. He has moved back
to Cali after a short stint in North Carolina. Things aren't going quite
so smooth for him. He actually returned in October to attend a wedding
and never went back to NC. He tried to get his old job back in Convalescent
City. No dice. I enjoyed talking with Rod. I kind of knew that he was going
to call since we share the same B-day. I forgot to mention that Caroll
sent me a postcard from Italy. That's right ... Italy. I have not talked
with her yet, but it seems that she must have made it out of her last predicament
unscathed. I am dying to hear the details. Big John sent a B-day card,
which served to remind me that I am very late with my correspondences including
e-mail. My apologies to all. I hope to have those out before the weekend
is over now that I am done with the proofing of the entire contents of
Baby and I took the bus to the Ward Center. I
had to go to Computer City to pick up another rewritable CD-ROM and a game
joystick. These were rebate items, so the end purchase price will essentially
be free. Now, I know that we are all wondering why I got the joystick.
No, I'm not plugging it into the new computer. I will explain shortly.
Baby bought a new computer case for my new beloved computer. It is identical
to the old case for the old beloved computer except that it is gray instead
of black. Baby had to meet a friend at the airport. Her friend was flying
in from the mainland and making a two-hour stopover in Honolulu before
continuing to Kauai. I went over to the Ala Wai yacht harbor to visit Paul
on his boat, the Romany Star. We spent the afternoon doing the nerd thing
... copying stuff onto CD-ROMs. His wife Barbara came back shortly, and
we spent a pleasant afternoon talking. During the course of the conversation,
we began discussing our employment experiences here. Barbara has encountered
the same kind of nonsense that Paul and I have been going through. She
seems to think that it's the Hawai'ian way. Both Paul and Barbara believe
that the high cost of living in Hawai'i is not just a matter of shipping
... it is also due to the amortization of long-term inefficiencies in how
businesses are run. More and more, I am inclined to agree. Paul bought a
Dilbert calendar for the grab-bag gift extravaganza at our upcoming office
party. That is why I got the joystick. Sheesh! Both of us are not very
excited about the office party, but we know that not attending the party
will be politically detrimental for us. I was supposed to meet baby at
Ala Mo's at 6pm. Somehow, our wires got crossed and we never met. I waited
until 7 o' clock before taking a variety of buses to reach home. Baby was
already home. I was a little perturbed that she did not call me on my beloved
cell phone and tell me what was what.
I didn't get much sleep last night as a result
of the anxiety that the loan people have created for me. I called the loan
people to find out why my paperwork was rejected. I was told that I did
not fill in the form correctly. I followed the instructions carefully.
I had to provide a list of contact names of potential employers I had contacted.
Since many did not have names listed, I used the approved substitution
... Personnel Department. Unfortunately, the rules changed on me upon review.
My arguments did not matter, so I had to send a check to the loan people.
My payment period has begun, and I have no dough. Isn't it great how life
works? I tried to contact the employers of which I had no contact names.
I was able to obtain a few with the exception of Burger King. The individual
I talked to was obstinate and rude. I should have placed an order for a
Whopper, my way. That would have mummified the conversation. The whole
situation left me fatigued.
I went to the gym for very short workout. Then,
I came back and started working on both my beloved computers once again.
I tried to uninstall Internet Explorer that is pre-loaded on my new computer,
which basically was a nightmare. Many of the files had to be deleted manually.
I have also begun the process of migrating my files over to my new computer.
However, I am still composing the journal on the old computer. I have not
transferred any of my e-mail to the new computer, so there will be more
delays. LoserNet is in a state of disarray.
I am glad that I will soon be emancipated from
wage slavery. This afternoon, Pontus the Putz dropped in my deprivation
chamber (read: cubicle) with another co-worker. I was told that she would
be inheriting the intranet. Apparently, Pontus and the other designee are
just too busy with a host of other programming tasks or so they claim.
In addition to learning Active Server Pages (ASP) and two scripting languages,
this poor babe will also be learning Visual Basic and PowerBuilder. That
is the price one has to pay for being the low man on the totem pole, as
it were. The only thing that torques my jaw about the whole situation is
the fact that Pontus the Putz was responsible for the scrapping of the
original intranet project in favor of using ASP. Now, when the going gets
tough, the putz gets going. What a true loser! And, exactly what is he
busy with? The putz and another co-worker are sweating it out because they
have a presentation on Thursday of another DOS application that they have
failed to upgrade to the liking of the users. So, Pontus the Putz is brushing
up on his excuses. The punch line is that the upgrades were not implemented
because the application will soon be ported for Windows NT. Oh brother
... like the Visual Basic stuff is rolling out the door right and left!
Those poor users could be waiting for a long time. Making excuses for the
inability to perform seems to be primary job description that these fools
have in common.
Paul leaves work earlier than I do because he
comes in earlier. So, I told him about the latest fiasco concerning the
intranet. He felt sorry for the new designee. I spent the afternoon training
the new designee but it is a classic case of too little, too late. There
is no way that I will be able to show her how to use Visual InterDev as well
am wasting a good part of my day that would be best spent finishing the
intranet project. Since I have to devote all that time to a lost cause,
I am certain that I will not finish the project. I have been set up to
fail. Then, when I am gone, I will be blamed for everything. The same thing
has happened to Paul with his PowerBuilder project. The boss rarely looks
me in the eye anymore. I am certain that he knows that I am on to him.
There is only so much of this ohana crap I can tolerate. Maybe I
have been away from Hawai'i too long. I am now a stranger in my own homeland.
I met baby downtown after work. We took the bus
to Kahala Mall and spent an enjoyable evening at Barnes & Noble. I
read the usual computer magazines, although I am getting a little tired
of them. I think I am beginning to overdose on this computer nonsense.
I am spending far too much time with the damned computers both at work
and at home. LoserNet is still in a state of disarray. However, I am finally
using my new computer to perform the administrative tasks. Now, if only
I could figure out how to migrate my old e-mail files over to new computer
I finally decommissioned my old computer today.
That signals the end of yet another era. My beloved computer has been with
me for the last two years. It had been on the journey with me from Convalescent
City in Cali to Oregon and finally to Hawai'i. It has served me well. I
had thought about selling it, but I have decided to keep it in the LoserNet
I continued training the new designee. I am not
too concerned anymore about whether I finish the project or not. The new
designee is confident that she will be able to continue with the intranet
project once I leave. I could hardly wait for pau hana time. By
the way, that's Hawai'ian for the end of the work day. I was extremely
fatigued but I enjoyed the ride from Kalihi to downtown. I realized that
I would be making this trip for only two more weeks. In a way, I'll miss
it ... the "milk run" and all the passengers with Kim Chee breath. I like
riding the bus because I have time to contemplate life. I actually come
up with some stuff to write about, but I forget it all by the time I reach
home. Soon, I'll have nothing to write about. Sheesh!
The boss spent a few hours on the phone trying
to scrape up some dough to pay off a few creditors. He also called his
insurance company about his wife's coverage. He was making idle threats
to the representative about the havoc he could wreak if, Heaven forbid,
his wife's policy was to lapse because of some incompetent idiot. Oh brother.
The other former designee told me that it was the boss who decided to pull
him and Pontus off of the intranet project and that the whole thing came
as a complete surprise to both of them. Yeah, right. The boss has not made
a single definitive decision since I've been there. I think we all know
that Pontus the Putz was instrumental in choreographing the whole affair.
Fortunately, today was also the big end-of-the-year company party. There
was a lot of food and good Hawai'ian entertainment. The whole affair lasted
from 10 o' clock to 4 o' clock. Paul and I only took a break to get some
lunch. The food was excellent. I was so full that I wanted to lapse into
a coma. I decided to call off my afternoon training session with the new
designee of the intranet. Instead, I continued my own work on the project.
After work, I went downtown to meet baby. We took
the bus to Ala Mo's so baby could do some shopping. As usual, the place
was crowded. However, it was nicer than our only other option which was
to go home. Home wouldn't be so bad but the tension there is continuing
to mount. I suspect that the Ninja Turds are becoming anxious about the
arrival of baby's daughter next month. I noticed that they were very quiet
in the living room the other night when baby was talking with moms about
enrolling her daughter in school. Normally, my sister-in-law is talking
Baby went to town with me this morning. I had
to go to the eye clinic and order my new dork glasses. It has been a long
time coming. My regular glasses have seen better days. One of the reasons
that my vision is blurred is because the lenses are so badly scratched.
The scratches diffuse the ambient light which makes everything appear blurred.
The waiting list was long and an hour passed quickly. Baby had an appointment
in Kaimuki, so she had to leave. I waited another hour before I finally
was able to see an optician. I met baby at Ala Mo's later. We had our usual
iced coffee drinks at Gloria Jean's. Then, we went to Liberty House for
the big One-Day Sale. Baby wanted to buy a certain dress, but it was sold
out. We decided to stop at Kahala Mall and check the Liberty House there.
The dresses were in stock, so baby got what she wanted. The Ala Mo's experience
is finally getting to baby. She is growing tired of putting up with the
long bus commute and battling with the huge crowds there. We may not go
any further than Kahala Mall from now on.
The Honolulu Marathon was today, although we didn't
get to see any of it. Baby and I left fairly early so I could get the annual
safety check for my six-four. Yes, for $15, a brain donor checks to see
if my lights work and so forth. I had to change my Cali plates in order
to pass the safety check. I was in a bad way after that. Baby and I went
to City Mill to pick up painting supplies. She wanted to start painting
her new place today. We came back in time to eat lunch with moms. Moms
was a little perturbed because the Ninja Turds left without saying anything
after she had made lunch for everyone. We assumed that the Ninja Turds
were going to spend the day with my sister-in-law's sister, who is visiting
from Texas. Baby and I spent the rest of the day at her new place. I cleaned
up the yard, and baby decided to do some house cleaning before attempting
I was fatigued when we returned home. I wanted
to take a shower but my sister-in-law decided to take a long, hot shower
first. I went outside and took over the hibachi cooking chores from
moms. In the meantime, moms told baby to take a shower after my sister-in-law
was done. My sister-in-law became very upset because she wanted to "give
the baby (who happens to be three years old now) a bath." Naturally, she
complained to moms. After I finished cooking, I took a shower since everyone
else already took their showers. When I got out of the shower, I heard
my bro yelling at baby. He accused her of not washing her hands before
setting the table. He also made idle threats about what would happen if
he or anyone else in his family got sick. It has become plainly obvious
that my prophesy is coming true. My bro is beginning to lose it. And, he
is getting a tremendous amount of pressure from my sister-in-law to find
a way to get baby and I to move out. The sad part is that they are only
making fools of themselves. Moms has asked baby to stay through the month
until baby finishes the work on her new place. Moms has asked that we not
say anything about the new place. I am sure that she is afraid that the
Ninja Turds will make premature plans for the soon-to-be vacant room. However,
they will be in for a big surprise when I move back in there.
The boss was sweating it out this morning because
he apparently discovered that the daily batch updates have not been done
since last Thursday. And, the only two people who know how to run the batch
were out today. The boss was almost certain that the updates were lost.
He would have to tell everyone to re-enter all the work they did in
the past three days. For a moment, I thought that he was going to break
down and cry. Fortunately, the network administrator was able to recover
the batch updates. How do these fools get away with stuff like this?
Baby did not feel like going home after work. Do
you blame her after that nonsense the bro pulled last night? Frankly, I
am getting a little worried about my bro's mental health. His behavior
is best described as psychotic. I fear that he will lose it and I won't
be there to stop him from going on a homicidal rampage. Moms is already
the main recipient of his rage now. What will happen when he really loses
it? I met baby after work. We took the bus to Kahala Mall. Baby did a little
shopping to buy some things for her daughter. After that, we went to Barnes
& Noble to relax. We returned home to find that my bro was locked in
his room. My sister-in-law and nephew were out for the evening. Moms said
that my bro came home after work. Then, he left. He did not return for
dinner. So, moms put the food away. When my bro finally came home, he just
went to his room and locked the door. We did not see him for the rest of
the evening. Can you say "losin' it"?
It has been about a week since I've installed
Netscape Communicator. Since that time, I have grown very dissatisfied
with it. Netscape Composer seems to format these pages the way it wants
to regardless of what I think. The Navigator browser refused to properly
display LoserNet's extremely modest pages. What is odd is that Navigator
Gold did not have a problem with any of the formatting. It is almost as
if Communicator was designed by an entirely different software team. Sad
to say, I'm just about ready to switch to Internet Explorer. I am just
going to keep Composer's format until the end of the month and fix the
files with Super NoteTab. What really gets my goat is that I will have to
upload all these files again after I modify them to satisfy Navigator.
I had a discussion with moms this afternoon. I
was a little frustrated because moms is almost unaware of the abuse that
she has been subjected to. My bro has obviously been showing his displeasure
with the whole situation. Moms, however, has been extremely worried about
him. She couldn't sleep last night because she thought that my bro went
to bed hungry. It hadn't dawned upon her that he probably bought some junk
food while he was out. My bro and sister-in-law have been using fear and
intimidation to control moms. They have her trained just like a pet. Frankly,
I am about ready to put an end to this charade. Moms has been afraid to
confront the bro. She wants to wait until he's in a better mood. The only
problem is that he has not been in a good mood for as long as I remember.
My bro came home during the discussion, so I left for the gym. Baby went
to visit a friend. She did not return until late. I'm sure that she wants
to stay away from the Ninja Turds. Can you blame her? The Ninja Turds wanted
to play the shower game with us again. When I came home from the gym, my
sister-in-law ran into the shower. Fortunately, I already took a shower
at the gym. Oddly, the dolt waited until baby returned at 8:30 before she
decided that it was time to give the little whizzer a bath. Is that all
these fools can think about?
The wage slave's life is a pathetic one. Take
my situation, for example. I have spent several days training the new designee
of the intranet project. I have been planning out my curriculum in the
morning for my presentation in the afternoon. It has become obvious to
me that I am wasting my time. I covered ActiveX Data Objects today. During
my presentation, the designee asked me how to import a page designed in
FrontPage into Visual InterDev. Say what? Paul has been working beyond
the call of duty. He has worked out a way to install his PowerBuilder application
onto the Windows NT machines without using the troublesome install program.
Paul was ready to install his application. However, the boss came running
into our deprivation chamber. He wanted Paul to cease and desist. The boss
told Paul that there was a misunderstanding. Paul should only be working
on tying up any loose ends and not worry about installing the product on
any more workstations. Say what? I think that it is fairly obvious that
the boss is anticipating our departure. I met baby after work. She had
another great day of wage slavery, too. So, we looked forward to a nice
evening at Barnes & Noble.
Sometimes I wonder why I spend so much of my free
time reading computer nerd magazines. Out of all the books and magazines
that I could peruse at Barnes & Noble, I somehow always choose the
usual nerd titles. Then, after reading a few of the articles, I feel so
inept. Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment.
Paul has been reading LoserNet. I'm not sure if
he likes being one of the cast members. Well, hey! Everybody's a cast member!
The boss spent most of the morning on the phone about his on-going loan
fiasco. He was gone for a couple of hours after that. It is somewhat amazing
that this nonsense has gone on for so long. Well, that is the way things
work in Hawai'i. There has been quite a furor over the questionable practices
of local car dealerships. Apparently, the dealers have been adding several
thousands of dollars to the sticker price of the cars sold here. There
is no logical explanation. People have accepted this as they accept every
other aspect of the high cost of living. Yet, why is it that K-Mart, Circuit
City and Computer City charge the exact same price as on the mainland?
What happened to the so-called shipping surcharge? Is Computer City taking
it in the shorts just to gain a foothold in the Hawai'i market? I doubt
it. Hawai'i is just a drop in the bucket in the scheme of things.
I met baby after work again. While we waited at
the bus stop for the express bus, my sister-in-law walked by. We didn't
see her until she walked right past us. She did not say anything. The rains
started up during our ride home. The great part is that it is fairly warm
out even when it is raining. We returned home in time for dinner. The Ninja
Turds decided to play the shower game again. This time, I had already planned
a contingency. Baby and I went over to her new place to take a shower.
I'm glad that we didn't have to play the shower game. Sheesh!
I have begun to document the intranet project.
I only have a few days left, and I need to provide the new designee with
a design framework. I also wrote a short letter to the boss. In the letter,
I detailed my work and training schedule for my remaining time. I also
formally thanked him for hiring me. Later in the day, Paul asked if the
boss said anything to me about the letter. The boss has not said a word
to me in weeks. Well, so much for a recommendation, eh? I surmise that
the incomplete intranet project will be blamed on the most likely scapegoat
... the ol' lavahead.
I met baby after work again. We took the bus to
Ala Mo's for no particular reason except that it was a better idea than
going home. We just did the usual routine. I spent the remainder of my
evening on my new computer. I have been having some difficulty with the
trackpad. It is a frustrating substitute for a real mouse. I repeatedly
end up opening and closing windows unintentionally. I had also mistakenly
highlighted and deleted some text with one touch. The keyboard layout is slightly
different from what I'm used to, so I end up making quite few errors. The
overly sensitive trackpad is also responsible for my deletion of one application.
It's all fitting for LoserNet, though.
Five minutes after I woke up, moms was in the
"warehouse" and starting up a load of laundry. She was a little stressed
out since she was running a little late. Moms wanted to finish her load
of laundry before she left so that my sister-in-law could do her stuff.
Mark your calendars! It's an historic moment! After moms left, my sister-in-law
went into a full production with the laundry. I was looking around for
Francis Ford Coppola. Baby and I left almost immediately. We walked to
baby's new house. Baby continued to clean. I worked out in the yard again.
We returned home a little after noon. The Ninja Turds were gone. Moms was
doing more laundry. What happened? Apparently, my sister-in-law did one
load of laundry. She just did her clothes and the little whizzer's clothes.
She somehow forgot to wash my bro's clothes as well as the sheets and towels
that they used. After lunch, we went back to baby's place and finished
up what we could.
Hell Broke Loose"
Baby had to leave for downtown. She and a friend
were entered in the Jingle Bell Run. After the race, baby was to meet me
at Kahala Mall. We anticipated that we would meet at eight o' clock. I
went to the gym to kill time. Then, I took a bus to Kahala Mall. Moms packed
a small dinner for me to bring to baby. I heated it up before I left. The
trip to Kahala takes about 20 minutes, so I figured that the dinner would
still be warm when I met up with baby. Kahala Mall was extremely crowded,
so I sat outside. I kept my eye out for baby. About an hour passed, so
I decided to check inside. When I walked in, I saw baby sitting and talking
to another woman. As it were, baby was waiting about an hour, too. I asked
her why she didn't call me on my beloved cell phone. She said that she
didn't want to lose the seat she was sitting in, just in case I walked
in. Say what? I have the phone in my hand. She could just tell me where
was. Sheesh! We went to Barnes & Noble for about an hour. We read magazines
and drank coffee. All in all, it was a nice evening.
Baby and I worked all day at her new place. Once
again, I worked on the yard. Baby began the task of painting the kitchen.
I came back early and took a shower. Moms had dinner ready. Baby had not
returned yet, so I decided to walk back to her place and get her. When
we came back, we saw the Ninja Turds leaving. After we had dinner, I worked
on my computer. Baby sat and talked with moms. Apparently, there was yet
another incident last night while baby and I were at Kahala Mall. My sister-in-law
was talking to her son at the top of her lungs about her house.
Moms was trying to take a nap at the time. She got up and tried to set
the record straight with my nephew. "This is grandma's house," she told
him. The bro decided to put his opinion in. Moms then asked them sarcastically,
"If I give you your $400 back, would you move out?" Moms didn't go into
further detail except that "all hell broke loose."
Do You Go?
The boss spent all day on the phone handling more
personal business. He is apparently moving into his new house this weekend,
so he is making all the arrangements for the utilities and whatever else.
Mind you, this has been going on all last week, too. I'm not sure, but
doesn't this begin to fall under the classification of employee theft?
I finally got a real monk haircut today. Baby and I took the express bus
home together. When we arrived at home, my sister-in-law was on the phone
calling her friends and relatives on the mainland. Never mind that the
peak rates applied. She doesn't pay for her calls anyway. After dinner,
the shower game started up again. So, baby and I walked over to her new
place. We did a little work and then took our showers. My bro returned
home late. Usually after an incident with moms, my bro avoids her for a
few days. My sister-in-law told moms that he was putting in some overtime
hours at work. Hardly likely. The express bus passes right by the construction
site. The gates were already shut at 5pm.
Sometimes I have to wonder how anyone can put up
with all this garbage and live a decent life. I am sure that I am not alone
when it comes to dealing with stupidity from all fronts. And, the bottom
line is always just money and greed. My family, my job ... it's all the
same thing. Paul and I were discussing this matter today. "Where can you
go?" he asked. There is nowhere to go.
The big office party was today. Well, it wasn't
that big since there were only nine of us. The party was held at the Pagoda
Restaurant. There was a buffet lunch, so several of us ate too much. We
had the grab-bag gift exchange, and the network administrator was the fortunate
recipient of the joystick I got at Computer City. I was the recipient of
a nice electronic organizer. The staff also gave Paul and I each a gift
... a T-shirt with the company logo on it. They were nice shirts. The card
that accompanied my gift had the Dilbert Zone "Deprivation Chamber"
logo on it, perhaps in honor of my attempt to secretly embed that virtual
reality episode in the intranet. I'm glad that they appreciated the levity.
I have heard from a few of the old cast members.
The Bull (EquityBull@aol.com) has found another babe. Her name is
Chantelle. Mike (who took the Armadillo pictures) has started up a small
business in Convalescent City. And, the Cardinal ... he's still up to his
old tricks. It's strange how many of us have adopted the custom of contacting
old friends only during the holidays at the end of the year. It's nice
to keep in touch with people. However, it is sad that it only occurs once
a year. Of course, looks who's talking! I can barely reply to e-mail in
a timely fashion. Sheesh! Speaking of e-mail, I would like to thank all
of my virtual homeys for writing in! I also heard from John (TeamJDC@aol.com)
in Modesto. His son, Gianni, is now six years old. My, time does fly.
As I rode through Kalihi on the bus this morning,
I looked at all the usual sights along the way. The bus has been fairly
empty since all the school kids are on vacation. I took the time to enjoy
the ride, since I will no longer be taking this particular bus at this
particular time past next Wednesday. My six-month ritual as a wage slave
comes to an end. I will be emancipated into the world of unemployment.
The office was even more lax than usual. I craved a cup of coffee, so I
took a bus down the street to Jack in the Box. I bought my coffee and took
a bus back to the office. The boss came in about five minutes after I returned.
He wasn't supposed to come in today. He spent his day on the phone once
again. I guess I'll miss all of this nonsense, mostly because it is better
than sitting around at home with nothing to do. You know, Hawai'i is not
that great a place to live. The weather is about the only selling point.
I cannot stress how overcrowded it has become and how the quality of life
has degenerated. There is still a heavy influence on familial values. As
I've mentioned before, it's called ohana. However, the ohana
system has become adulterated by fear, corruption and greed. The economy
of Hawai'i is based on inefficiencies which translate into higher costs
of living. The ohana network keeps the outsiders on the outside
but it maintains the outdated and costly methods which keep many of the
people of Hawai'i locked in near poverty. The whole system is likened to
a kind of welfare state. Once one finds a job (if one can find a job),
then it is for the long haul. However, that means a silent conformance
to a pathetic system laded with injustices and inequities. Just do as you
are told. Nothing more, nothing less. It is the classic three-monkey situation
... see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
I returned home at the usual time. Baby had been
home earlier. I assumed that she was at her place. So, I walked over there.
Baby spent a few hours painting. I did more yard work. We took our respective
showers there to avoid playing the shower game with the Ninja Turds. It
started raining when we were ready to leave. We waited for the rain to
stop and, by the time we made it home, it was 10 o' clock. We had a late
dinner and talked with moms for a while before calling it a day.
Today was a nice quiet day. It was also pretty
warm. Baby spent all day at her new place. She has been painting the kitchen
and dining room for the last few days. I drove my six-four to baby's place
after lunch. I did the usual chores in the yard. Then, I washed my six-four
and cleaned it up as best as I could. We returned home at 8 o' clock. Baby
has the day off tomorrow. I have to go to work. Baby and I hope that everyone
(all three of you who read LoserNet) had a safe holiday.
I went to work only because I wasn't sure if I
really had to. The boss had mentioned that everyone could take an extra
day off, but neither Paul or I knew for sure if that applied to us. Paul
assumed that it did and took the day off. I was apparently too overly cautious.
It turned out that the directive did apply to us, too. So, I left work
at noon. I arrived at home right after moms and baby returned from a trip
to Koko Marina. After a late lunch, baby and I walked to her place. I continued
with the endless yardboy chores. Baby continued painting. She has about
a week left to finish what she can and prepare to move into the house.
He daughter arrives on the 4th of January.
I have been on the edge again lately. I am beginning
to believe that extreme duress is an intrinsic part of my life. As I look
back, I cannot pinpoint any particular time that I have not been in a state
of heightened stress. Some of it is my own doing. Let's face it ... I could
have produced a new résumé and sent out employment queries
weeks ago. Instead, I chose to procrastinate. However, had life been perfect,
what would I have to had write about? Say, I forgot to mention that I have
been "on the wagon" for three years. The sinister force/kahuna has
always attempted to test me around the anniversary of my sobriety. The
Ninja Turds have also been acting as exclusive agents for the sinister
kahuna, too. Does anyone want to trade places with the ol' lavahead?
I have been trying to rake up all the gravel that
lies below the so-called grass in baby's front yard. For some reason, some
brain donor had put in a rock garden and later decided that grass was better.
Rather than remove the gravel, the putz let the grass just grow over the
gravel pit. I must have removed 50 pounds of gravel in the last week. We
had bought a cheap rake at City Mill. The rake has a plastic head that
fits on the tapered end of the wooden extension. Well, the head was merely
pressed onto the extension, so it falls off every few minutes. Do you see
why I'm ready to lose it? Even the cheap rake rake is giving me grief!
Sheesh! After dinner, baby and I took the bus to Kahala Mall. Baby bought
a $100 gift certificate for moms from Liberty House. Then, we spent the
evening at Barnes & Noble. Finally, many thanks to my virtual homeys
Kevin (email@example.com) and Robert (firstname.lastname@example.org)
who sent holiday greeting cards to the ol' lavahead! Also, thanks to Annie
who sent us a box of the East Coast's finest confections! My old buddy
Tom also sent me a card. He gets to spend the holidays in beautiful LA
while he serves on a Federal jury. Apparently, the sinister force has found
someone else to keep company with.
I had another fun day with the cheap rake. I have
to admit that yard work is somewhat relaxing regardless of the cheap rake.
Perhaps I should start up a landscape service. I would probably do better
in the landscaping business than in computer consulting. I spent a few
hours with my new computer. I have still not gotten used to the touchpad.
I uninstalled a few applications that came with my computer. I am now in
a quandary because I am wondering whether I should uninstall Works and
replace it with Lotus SmartSuite. Since I couldn't decide, I had to postpone
the editing of my résumé. Sheesh!
Well, the New Year is almost upon us. Have you
made your resolutions yet? I have yet to fulfill my resolutions of December
1979. I guess my only resolution is to enter the world of wage slavery
again. Before I became a wage slave, I dreaded the prospect of not having
any free time. I considered my free time, of which I had plenty, to be
my most valuable commodity. Now, I am beside myself as I wonder what I
will do with my free time when I become unemployed. If I was a self-starting
kind-of-a-guy like the Bull, I would be anticipating that moment so I could
initiate new business ventures. However, I am a low achiever. I need
someone to tell me what to do. I need supervision. Well hey! It's the return
of the Stoneface Mack!
These are my last few days at work. The boss actually
came in today. Once again, he spent most of the day on the phone. And,
once again, he was making more arrangements relating to his new house.
After work, I stopped in baby's office and waited for her to get off work.
We then took the express bus home. After dinner, we walked to baby's place
with a few things. We also took our respective showers there because the
shower game was starting up prior to our departure.
My sister-in-law wanted to read a story to her
son this evening. It took her almost an hour to get him away from the tube.
Then, she and my bro took turns reading. The little whizzer was yelling,
talking and jumping around during the entire session. It was a pathetic
comedy of errors. This is my family, I say to myself.
One of the other babes in baby's office submitted
her resignation today. Baby has been wondering whether she will be moved
into the position once it becomes vacant. The stupid part is that the babe
who is quitting was being trained as a mortgage broker. Baby is already
qualified to do that job. I told baby that if she is not considered for
the position, then she should look for another job.
One more day left at work, and then I am a free
man! The boss came in again today. He actually came by to thank me this
afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised. I conducted my last training session
with the new designee of the intranet. I will tie up a few loose ends tomorrow
morning. I met baby after work again. She had a package full of stuff that
was given to her for her new house. Later, we drove to Kuapa Kai so that
baby could buy a few more things at Ross for her new house. Moms and one
of moms' friends also gave a bunch of stuff to baby. The new place is looking
much better now.
I called my insurance company because Hawai'i has
enacted some insurance reforms. I was put on hold twice for a total of
25 minutes. I finally was able to speak with a representative. In order
to take advantage of my premium reduction of $70, I must show up at the
local office in person. I must cancel my old policy, which I already paid
in full. Then, I have to put an additional $60 deposit to initiate a new
policy. Say what? The amount I already paid will then be applied to the
new policy. Only then will I be refunded the difference. Sheesh! I also
called the loan people. I have been granted another six-month reprieve.
There was not much to do at work. I have been
taking the bus to the Jack in the Box down the street for the last few
mornings. I buy a cup of coffee and take it back with me to work on the
next bus. Today, my last day at work, was no different. Paul and I rearranged
the furniture in our deprivation chamber and restored the original layout.
Then, we said our good-byes and left. My last bus ride through Kalihi was
uneventful. I looked out the window and took in all of the usual sites.
I'm not sure when I'll find myself in Kalihi again.
Just Keeps On Going
New Year's Eve in Hawai'i is a big event. There
are a lot of parties and lots of good food. The neighbors at the corner
were throwing a big party. They were up before six o' clock this morning
to make preparations for the Huli-Huli Pig. Most of the neighborhood was
invited. Baby and I made our appearance. There were all kinds of food and
drink. People were also shooting off firecrackers continuously. The fireworks
have been a tradition for as long as I remember. People spend up to several
thousands of dollars on fireworks just for this one night. There is a belief
that the fireworks will chase the evil spirits away for the year. Does
that include loan people, I wonder? As the evening progressed, the neighborhood
began to look and sound more and more like a war zone. At midnight, everything
went crazy. One could hardly breathe through all the smoke and dust generated
from the fireworks. Well, the new year is finally upon us and there are
so many changes in store for us. I am unemployed once again, and I am stressed
out. The Ninja Turds will be living with moms forever. Baby will be moving
into her new place this coming Sunday, the day her daughter arrives. As
for LoserNet ...
The LoserNet Legacy
The fun never stops at LoserNet, no matter how
boring it gets! Move into the new year and a new month as the saga continues.
Hele on to January now!
The Keeper of Lost Lives: Return of the Stoneface Mack
The Keeper of Lost Lives ... Tralfaz
Moms ... Herself
Baby ... Herself
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