New Year Means New Template. More Content?

New look. Yes it is not original. I don't have the time to design my own thing. I am tweaking it a little bit by adding a printer friendly version and other fun little ECMAScript apps. This new year might mean more content. This post will be the fourth of this year. That's it for now.

Life - An Update to An Update

An Update (7/27/06) I still work at "el Home Depo", no longer as a lot tech but as a regular sales associate in Building Materials. I still hate it. I now understand why none of the other associates enjoy helping people. People expect you to serve them from start to finish --please them to the fullest. That is an impossible task when egos, ignorance, stupidity, impatience and, in my case, ethics clash. "No Ma'am, I won't stop helping Jose the day laborer in order to help your middle class Anglo-ass. Wait your fucking turn." "Just because you're Korean doesn't mean I have to take out six building blocks with the forklift." "Don't get mad at me if I can't understand your broken English, It's not my fault the system was not updated to accommodate %5 of the population by teaching 95% of the population your language." "Yes, I do work here. Hence the orange apron." "No sir, just because I work here does not mean I know X-Y-Z about Gardening, Flooring, Electrical, Paint, Plumbing, Hardware and Lumber. I know how to use a phone and if you ask nicely I will use it to page an associate from one of those departments so that they can help you better than I would ever be able to since I know jack-shit about part X-Y-Z." "Don't undermine my expertise. Just because I'm telling you something you don't like doesn't make me wrong and it definitely doesn't make you right." "Just because I'm young doesn't mean I don't know shit." "If you begin our conversation by calling me 'Amigo' and you're not Hispanic I will pretend I don't speak Spanish and make you feel awkward. You racist piece of shit/cunt." "I have no fucking clue why don't carry the product you are looking for. Don't ask. Don't complain to me. I don't care." "If our store sucks so much, why the fuck are you shopping here?" "Mr Kim, I know you want to die. You jumping in front of me while driving the forklift is evidence enough. I would do you a favor and run you over, but I'm sure that would get me in some sort of trouble. Just because it's more convenient I will let you live. This time." That pretty much covers my costumers. Now to my co-workers: "Just because you've been working here longer than me doesn't somehow make you better than me." "Just because you're a supervisor does not make you better than me. At the end of the day you're an hourly employee with a dead-end job. While I of course bask in my youth and future of opportunities. This is YOUR CAREER while this is just my CURRENT JOB." "I am not your personal assistant. I am your fellow associate." "Fuck you." I'm getting tired of bitching an whining about work. Venting is good though.

Life --A Brief Update

Hello Mr Science Monitor, 'Tis been long since I last wrote in ye. Just when I was getting used to being happy I got a job. I work for the number two retailer in the United States of America: Home Depot. Since apparently "free-lance programming" isn't a real job the only position they could offer me was "Lot Tech", a position that truly sounds nicer on paper. While other people save lives, build stuff, or teach; I push fucking shopping carts for a living. A fucking retarded monkey can do my job. I am a replaceable part of Home Depot, and all the other associates are happy to remind me of that. The only enjoyable part of my day is when I sneak inside the store to help customers --something most of the other associates hate to do. Too bad nobody fucking notices. To keep this short: I hate my fucking job. The only good thing about having a job is getting paid. I now have some disposable income, and frankly I have no fucking clue on what to spend it. Amazon.com is my friend, since I don't have time to go "shopping". Sometimes I feel that my only duty as a human being in this world is to take up space, a thing I'm really good at considering how fat I am. To sum it all up: I'm not happy. Emo, you may ask? Fuck you, I might answer. I'm just realizing that I'm not that far away from being twenty and I've got nothing going on for me. Not a suicide note. Love, Glenn