All this talk of parenting made me think of this story...
I remember one time when my sister and I were still in elementary school, my parents had some work party at the home. It ran late into the evening, so my sister and I were upstairs in our rooms playing with toys or something while it went on.
Then all of a sudden, my dad screamed at the top of his lungs. RYAN! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! He screamed the same at my sister too. We were both terrified. There was still an adult party going on, and we had no idea what we did. As far as both of us could recall, we had been good. We walked downstairs, and my sister was about to cry.
My dad had this look of rage in his face that we only saw when we were REALLY bad. The others were trying to look away. Then as we got right next to him, he smiled and asked if we wanted ice cream. He handed us two big bowls of ice cream, and everyone at the party started laughing.
I was out drinking at stuff late last night, and I got home around 5am.
It is currently 8:30 am. I have been awake for over half an hour now, because the room adjacent to mine is undergoing construction, and they are hammering shit into the adjacent wall. I'm also hungover.
I just worked 7 straight midnight shifts. Because out shop steward is a fucking moron. I worked 3 evening shifts, then had a "day off" (exactly 24 hours), then 7 days of 11pm-7am. WTF is wrong with this guy?
I can't drink on St. Patty's day because I'll be working because my Goddamned shop steward is a fuckign moron and has created the dumbest fucking schedule ever! And I have no chance of getting teh day off by switching because the only coworker with the day off to swiotch is a die-hard proud irishman who throws the biggest fucking St. Patty's day party ever.
Sounds like it's time for us to CRAM like we've NEVER CRAMMED BEFORE. JAKEY - pray to every god ever. I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM. RYAN - bribe the teachers or something with your financial prowess. MORGAN - show up for five minutes, let us know how your life is going (it will inspire us) and then go be free again for a year. BEHEMOTH - be large. BRUCE - put on a pot of tea. It's going to be a long night.
Get your heads out of the clouds! Think of your future famine! Think of your children, poor and destitute. Do you want to be wards of the state? Then study, damnit! Hobotude should be mandatory during school. Look at Jon! He's making it through. His own beard scared him into line. You two HAVE TO SUCCEED. FOR AMERICA!
I work for slave wages and all of my furniture has either been found on the street or bartered for with something I mooched for free somewhere.
For example I managed to get 15 old Macs for free from work. I have since traded 12 of them for about $120, a bed, a couple of cartons of beer and a few computer components in various deals.
Continuing in the vein of mooching stuff from work, I also managed to grab a microwave and, as soon as I figure out how to get them transported for free, I'll have a couch and an armchair.
Should I be cramming? I'm not in school anymore. I already graduated from college. Twice. I should know just about everything by now, right?! I'd consider lending you my brain for a week, but I need it to do work.
I got called back to work after going home to bust my ass overtime for a last minute sudden project due in 12 hours, so I'm working until 10 tonight and coming in as early as possible tomorrow morning.
Every day the construction in my building starts between 7 and 7:30am. Every fucking day. Even on the weekends, I am awoken to the sounds of hammers and electric saws in the rooms adjacent, above, and below me.
This is backed by the Chinese government. They are allowed to start this early, even on the weekends. My landlords have no legal recourse against this.
This has been going for over a month now. I don't know when it will end. When I was woken up by the normal clamor of construction I returned in kind with bloodcurdling screams at the top of my lungs. Chinese screams, English screams, screams of pure, white-hot rage. I am running on four hours of sleep because I couldn't sleep last night, and I have to work all fucking day on today, Saturday, for another last minute project dumped in my lap. And I have to do it in my room while listening to these construction workers.
Wow. You would never have survived in any of the last four places I lived at.
Currently I live right next to a major intersection in a bogan-heavy zone (right near a bottle shop too) so we get people doing burnouts about a metre away from our windows at all hours of the day.
Before that I was next to the ocean in a tiny unit in winter. Constant booming breakers.
Before that the house backed onto the trainline (close enough for smaller stuff on my shelves to rattle when the train went past, and right where they'd start braking to stop at the station)
Before that I lived with 6 other people, all living on different schedules and all wood floors, so we were clomping around the house at all hours.
You might want to invest in some industrial earplugs or something. A bouncer friend of mine swears by them.
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I remember one time when my sister and I were still in elementary school, my parents had some work party at the home. It ran late into the evening, so my sister and I were upstairs in our rooms playing with toys or something while it went on.
Then all of a sudden, my dad screamed at the top of his lungs. RYAN! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW! He screamed the same at my sister too. We were both terrified. There was still an adult party going on, and we had no idea what we did. As far as both of us could recall, we had been good. We walked downstairs, and my sister was about to cry.
My dad had this look of rage in his face that we only saw when we were REALLY bad. The others were trying to look away. Then as we got right next to him, he smiled and asked if we wanted ice cream. He handed us two big bowls of ice cream, and everyone at the party started laughing.
I have great parents
I can imagine him before he yelled:
It is currently 8:30 am. I have been awake for over half an hour now, because the room adjacent to mine is undergoing construction, and they are hammering shit into the adjacent wall. I'm also hungover.
I hate everyone and everything right now.
Over e-mail.
Halfway through my deployment.
Uuuggghhhh
I barely pay attention in Econ and I do pay attention in History but have barely read a scrap of the material! Argh!
...or...
...or we're all going to just go John Galt.
I work for slave wages and all of my furniture has either been found on the street or bartered for with something I mooched for free somewhere.
For example I managed to get 15 old Macs for free from work. I have since traded 12 of them for about $120, a bed, a couple of cartons of beer and a few computer components in various deals.
Continuing in the vein of mooching stuff from work, I also managed to grab a microwave and, as soon as I figure out how to get them transported for free, I'll have a couch and an armchair.
Should I be cramming? I'm not in school anymore. I already graduated from college. Twice. I should know just about everything by now, right?! I'd consider lending you my brain for a week, but I need it to do work.
I think I'll be able to con the office manager to deliver them to my house when he goes to pick up the new couches though.
This is backed by the Chinese government. They are allowed to start this early, even on the weekends. My landlords have no legal recourse against this.
This has been going for over a month now. I don't know when it will end. When I was woken up by the normal clamor of construction I returned in kind with bloodcurdling screams at the top of my lungs. Chinese screams, English screams, screams of pure, white-hot rage. I am running on four hours of sleep because I couldn't sleep last night, and I have to work all fucking day on today, Saturday, for another last minute project dumped in my lap. And I have to do it in my room while listening to these construction workers.
And now I've lost my voice. Fuck it all.
At least the construction is done for the night. But my throat hurts from my rage attack at the walls around me this morning.
Currently I live right next to a major intersection in a bogan-heavy zone (right near a bottle shop too) so we get people doing burnouts about a metre away from our windows at all hours of the day.
Before that I was next to the ocean in a tiny unit in winter. Constant booming breakers.
Before that the house backed onto the trainline (close enough for smaller stuff on my shelves to rattle when the train went past, and right where they'd start braking to stop at the station)
Before that I lived with 6 other people, all living on different schedules and all wood floors, so we were clomping around the house at all hours.
You might want to invest in some industrial earplugs or something. A bouncer friend of mine swears by them.