06272K2
Same shit different day. Someone put my sandwich meat in the freezer for some fucked up reason and I didn't find it until I got home today, so all I had to eat was a cheese sandwich. On top of my usual duties, today I had to sand down some drill bits because when the machine cuts them, it leaves this little nub on the end. There were 6 bins of bits, with 800 bits in each bin. I got through half of the 6th bin by the time 5:00 rolled around. Then I just went home and laid down on the couch for a while, half asleep.
"A smart fellow like you will never end up doing any labor jobs," repeated itself in my head, quoted from some teacher I couldn't remember.
06262K2
Added some junk to the Bio section.
Today was a nightmare. I left this morning at 6:10 and arrived at 6:45. After clocking in, Scott (my supervisor) was supposed to get me started. He went off and did something else and told someone else to do it. They gave me a pair of saftey glasses and told me to wait there. I stood there, and stood there, and asked someone if there was anything I could do while I was waiting. Nope, just wait. After 52 minutes some old guy walked up and told me what to do. I had to empty these bins of metal "chips" from the drill bit machines from plastic bins into a metal bucket on a flat wagon-type cart. Metal splinters stuck in my hands as I handled the bins and the handle of the cart. I then had to wheel the bucket over to a large sifting machine, which is about 4 1/2 feet tall, and I had to get this 300 lb bucket full of metal shavings and oil sludge to the top of it, and set it down so that the shaft could come up through the hole in the bucket to hold it in place as it does whatever it is it does to seperate the metal shavings from the oil. I look to the guy, expecting him to tell me about some method he employs to do this. He just says "go ahead." I figured, if he could do it, I could do it better. I squatted down, picked the thing up, got it to about shoulder level and had to keep it even so none of the oil would spill out on my face, and slid it over to the shaft. I had some trouble getting it lined up correctly, since the fucking thing weighs at least 200 pounds, but I got it on there. He started laughing and told me about the hoist he uses, and went off to tell the other guys, who all laughed and looked at me surprised. I wanted to keep the job so I didn't say anything.
After seperating the oil, pouring it back into the machine and dumping the metal, I had to take it outside and shovel it into a huge metal hopper. It was hot as hell, and I had metal splinters all in my skin along with oil and grease, shoveling this shit near the tail end of June. I had to do this 15 times today, no joke. I also had to sweep the entire place four times. They use this oil absorbant stuff all around the machines and the dust from it spreads everywhere. I also had to clean up the old absorbant and put down fresh stuff. I lost count of how many buckets that was, but they were all heavy and I had to carry them out because the women there use the carts for small shit, and they're always in use. Time was moving so slowly, and my feet were hurting like hell from walking around on a stone floor carrying heavy shit. All this for $5.50/hr.
06252K2
I woke up early today and worked on a site layout I foolishly promised I'd make for Johnzer. I should be charging for this. I would have finished it already if I had. Other than that, I haven't done much today. I raked some leaves, helped my grandfather move some things and started to brush up on assembly but quickly lost interest. I just filled my tank and have enough money for one more tank before my paycheck. I know I'm going to hate this job.
06242K2
Got rid of a few sections that were either not being used or I didn't like.
Woke up at 7 today and began the job hunting process with my father. I started out optimistic, because we were going to places that looked like they'd be alright to work at. Sadly, none were hiring. We ended up way the fuck out in Astatula at a miserable place called Qualtool. They hired me on the spot, with one of them mentioning something about needing a big, strong guy like me. That got me nervous. They pay me $5.50/hr, 40 hours/week in a hot metal shop with large machines that have histories of scalping people. I have to be there at 6:45, and it takes 30 minutes to get there. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
After my dad dropped me off I went back to Peninsula Trucking and practically begged the guy for a job. I have an appointment on Wednesday for an interview, which is when I start at Qualtool. I doubt I'll be able to make it there in time. They'd pay me about $6.50/hr. I'd be working the night shift and doing the extremely easy task of unloading and loading trucks. It also only takes about two minutes to get there. Here's hoping.
I went to LSCC (community college) to set up an appointment with an advisor. The appointment is set for my birthday, which will hopefully get me out of going somewhere with my family.
06232K2
Josh came back home from his camping trip yesterday and he was on the computer all night so I didn't get to post. I guess I can't blame him. There wasn't a whole lot to post about, anyway. Today wasn't much different. I worked on some perl stuff, just to keep myself up on it, and I've made a primitive but working shoutbox-type app. I'm not going to bother adding it. Going to bed soon because my dad's picking me up at 7:30 to help me find a job. I'm not looking forward to it because I know where he's going to take me. He's going to find some of the hardest jobs he's ever worked, and he's going to make sure they're at least half an hour away. He's not going to do this because he wants me to work a hard job just for the experience; he's doing it because he wants me to experience what he experienced, just so I can respect him for doing something that I would hate to do. That's the way he is. But, he does have a lot of experience with job searching because he can't hold a job for shit.
So, here is my plea:
Please send me money so I can at least make it appear that I already have a job. I don't want to work at some concrete plant, carrying heavy shit for minimum wage. If you send me money, I'll type up some of the stuff I wrote when I didn't have a computer and was bored as hell. I've got something like 42 works: short stories, essays and life commentaries, poems and even some dialog in script format. People tell me to add more stuff to my site all the time so don't act like you don't want it.
06212K2
Yesterday, on my quest for employment, I drove around for about four hours in very hard rain with bad windshield wipers. It didn't stop raining until I bought new blades to put on. Or, I didn't buy them until it stopped raining. I don't remember.
Since my nerves were about shot and I just needed to go do something other than looking for a job and sitting at home being depressed and angry, I called up Brandon and we went to Red Lobster, where I spent way too much money, and saw the Bourne Identity. I think it's the best movie out this summer.
06192K2
I think this staying up all night, looking for a job during the day and scarcely eating thing is starting to get the best of me. I do not remember what happened yesterday. I do remember going to sleep around 5:45 AM, and waking up this morning at 9:30, frightened and not remembering where I was.
Today I just helped my grandfather on some yard work - planting trees, ripping a tree out of the ground, carrying cinder blocks, cutting limbs, raking leaves, trimming vines..all that stuff. I was tired as hell and worked hard, only to get bitched at by my grandmother for not looking for a job. I was too tired to care until I started really realizing what she was saying later one. Does she not realize that I also may not exactly enjoy being unemployed? That I've spent nearly all of what little money I had in savings in gas searching for a job? That her husband is old, sick, and can't do all this bullshit she wants him to do all day by himself? That I would have no trouble just saying "fuck it" and leaving if it weren't for him needing help? She sometimes accuses me of not being around enough to help him. She's fucking clueless. But, I can't say anything. I'll let her keep running her sewer about things about which she has absolutely no correct assumption in her old, defunct brain, and I'll just do the best I can to keep from killing a motherfucker, or myself.
Afterwards I had to relax and get that off my mind, so I trolled a few boards, flamed on some that I'm a regular at and scammed some D2 players. Kids these days are so stupid. None of this shit would have worked on the old school Diablo players. Smart people like me used to be respected despite being jerks, but now anyone with some common sense can scam the house out from under these idiots. I guess that was before the massive influx of AOLers. I miss those days.
06172K2
My grandfather wanted to come with me today to the old house to mow the lawn and insisted that he drive, but we came back home because it was raining, and then had me assemble some garden lights. So, no job hunt today. I worked on the CD site for a long time but don't have much to show for it besides the new members page. I'll get the other sections put up later. After that I went AIM pranking with like 7 SNs at the same time but didn't really get anything good. Well, nothing that can follow what happened yesterday, anyway. After that I worked on Final Darkness Act 2 until I ran into an old friend of mine - Blackart, my former partner in e-mischief. After catching up on some things we scammed a few people out of their D2 accounts.
Some dude on the CES private forums (one of the members who really shouldn't be a member) got pretty angry at me for saying that I thought the phrase "programmed html" was humerous and wanted to fight. Yes, he actually wants to physically fight me. Some 15-year-old kid in BF Nebraska is making physical threats. Later on the same idiot was asking how to remove SubSeven. They let people like this into CES these days, and that is why I don't give a damn about the gamehacking community anymore.
06162K2 (at the closing of the day)
I woke up this afternoon and did a whole lot of nothing beyond looking through the want ads. Then around 11 a few guys from cdeath and I pulled an AIM prank that just about had me pissing myself. The humor completely outweighs the fact that the victim of this prank will either commit suicide (wouldn't be a first for me) or will go through a complete personality change. I'm gonna go to bed soon because I have to wake up early to mow the grass at my old house, and check out a few places that may be hiring.
06162K2
Last night I had just started what I intended to be an all-night coding session when Brandon called me up and told me to meet him at Pizza Hut. I hate Pizza Hut but I figured I could go hang out for a while. It took them 45 minutes to get the pizza to us so we got it for almost nothing. After catching up about the things that two high school friends would catch up about after the end of high school, and me doing a silent sigh of relief because of the discount (I am unemployed, as you may recall), I returned home to continue what I was initially working on. I was still up when my brother was preparing to leave for his camping trip at around 4:30. I'm still up at 7.
I need a job. I've tried every place around here, avoiding the fast food places and gas stations because I already hate myself enough as it is. Since I am in dire need of some cash, I will do graphics for cheap. james@cdeath.net for anyone interested.
06152K2
I made that news post below at about 5 AM, which is when I went to bed. So naturally I wasn't very eager to get out of bed when my grandmother woke me up this morning (06/14) at 8 AM. I was supposed to go check out a job at the trucking place down the road. Well, she went to work and I went to bed, then woke up at around 3 PM and went to the trucking place to discover that they had no positions open. Went to KFC and to Tim's house after that and we shot off a bunch of fireworks. I left at about 8 and didn't get home until 9 because of an accident. Got on the PC to see that some clown from CES e-mailed me wanting a good trojan. I sent him Optix (public version), and he started to send it to random people in AIM chat rooms, and uploaded viruses to their machines and did the usual stupid, childish stuff that I'd expect from a douche like this guy. He was bragging to me on AIM about how he's really owning these people and about how stupid they must be to fall for this stuff. I thought it'd be hilarious if I could get him to download Tim's Sparta server, cleverly bound to the Sparta client. He did, and he became another node on Tim's botnet.
Josh is going to be gone on a camping trip all next week so I'll have time to work on some things, like the layouts I stupidly promised I'd make for people and Final Darkness Act 2.
As I write this, there are carpenter ants walking across my desk - an great reminder of the worthlessness of our monthly exterminator. For the readers living in Lake County: don't give D&D Pest Management any business. I think my grandparents are because they feel sorry for them or something.
06142K2
Changed a part in Act 1 near the end. Nothing real major. Also I think there's a part in there that contradicts with something else but I don't feel like looking for it. I ain't gotz time for that nonsense cuz I'm working on act 2..well, I was, but it wasn't very good so I deleted it all and I'm starting over.
I was going to put up a shoutbox but I've been having finding a cgi version that works without me having to take a refresher course on this stuff. My webhost wants to charge me $80 to move me to a server with PHP. Screw that.
In other news, I'm diggin' the new photoshop.
06132K2
Put all my Final Darkness stuff up on the literature section. It's silly shit for when you're bored.
06112K2
FINALLY got cable out here. Three guys came over. They drilled some holes, crawled around in the attic, complained about how our lines are set up and installed some software that I promptly uninstalled. It's going a little slower than it should, though. I'm definitely not getting the advertised 3 mbps. Even after the reg tweaks I'm only downloading at about 115 kb/sec on average. The fastest I've gotten so far was about 210. Oh well, sure beats 7 kb/sec.
I'm gonna go back to killing all the carpenter ants crawling around on my desk. There's a graveyard of them under my keyboard. I'd clean it up, but it's serving as a warning to the rest of them.
06102K2
Cleaned up my coding a little so NutScrape and Mozilla users won't have as much trouble viewing the site. Some of the scripts still only work with IE 5.5+, but the website functions just fine without them.
06082K2
Added a few scripts I've been toying with for a little while. I'm particularly proud of the new menu, but it only works in IE.
06072K2
I was gonna do a bunch of stuff that I thought up last night but my brother stayed on so I went to bed. Then he got up about two hours before me and got back on. That was at about 10 this morning. I told him to get off at 7:30 tonight and he got upset, like he just can't understand why I would want to use a computer for anything other than watching him play Starcraft. Actually, he doesn't like me watching, because this somehow hinders his performance. My friends think I'm nuts because I'm 2x the size of him and I can just toss him somewhere, but it's not that easy. The woes of living under the tyrannical rule of illogical grandparents. I tell them that my bro has been on all day and won't let me on - they'll ground us both from the computer. I kick my bro off and we both get grounded from the computer. So, I just let him play starcraft all day.
Anyways, today was a frustrating day. I think the thing that bothered me most was the dusty old thing I affectionately call Grandma. She called me and told me to gather up all my checks I got from graduation and meet her at the old house. So, I went to the old house and figured she wanted me to help her with something. When I got there she told me to follow her to the bank. I guess I'm not old enough to drive to the bank by myself. I can't wait until that day comes! Not only was that insulting, but having to drive behind her is like some horrible punishment for a sinister crime committed in a previous life.
I know what I was going to do with this site, but I don't think I want to do it any longer. I'll just keep doing what I'm doing now.
06052K2
Finished with the GHU thing. Now I've got somewhere between six and ten million other things to work on, so I don't know when I'll get more things done on this site. Seems I've started it at a bad time. I think after this month I'm going to pretend I don't know how to do anything so I can chill out for a while. Of course I exaggerate my being busy, being between jobs and not having school and all.
06032K2
Did some stuff in the Design section. Actually, I did two days ago and forgot to upload it. I don't like the way it is right now, but it's better than nothing. I would have done more but MacDeath and Kuntz got me for slave labor on the Gamehacking University layout, which is nearing 50% completion. I'm tired of experimenting with new styles. After this I'm going back to original flavor Sandman.
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