1) I have 15 minutes to write this and there’s a very loud meeting three feet from my face. The walls are made of cloth, people. I can hear you and don’t like what you’re saying about “support” from India. I happen to know a few techs in India and they’re great guys and girls. I can’t understand half of what they’re saying but that’s due to my inability in learning the accent. I can say the more I talk with them, the more I understand. Just like my friend Youssef who is from Lebanon; he has a thick accent but one of the greatest guys I’ve ever met. So piss off, senior executives and ass-kissing lackies.
2) This blog is mostly about me complaining. See above. I’d like to know how I suddenly got 3,147 “Likes,” “comments” and whatever “talk backs” are over the course of three days when I don’t have 100 comments TOTAL. I understand no one reads this and no one gives a shit what I say and I’m fine with that. When I get a flood of strange comments such as “Your writing inspired me to buy something online” and I go look at the post they’re commenting on, since there is a few posts and I don’t remember …hell, any of them, and the post has nothing to do with buying anything, it’s just me complaining, I wonder what’s up. So, I think I either got hit with a spam bot over the weekend which did little except give me something to write about and made it easy for me to delete a shload (that’s the hyphenated word for “shit-load.” My 8-year-old son told me that one. Can’t say I was or wasn’t proud…it’s not like he wasn’t swearing….) of mail all at once.
3) I hate waiting for money to arrive. I’m supposed to get my student loan money so I can pick up a new MacBook Pro and pay rent and child support and still – nothing. Just aggravating.
Okay, I’ll stop complaining and go search for a funny picture to associate with this blog within the next four minutes.