The Cliffs of Insanity

For folks who came to this journal after August 2005, the Pit refers to my previous place of employment, what was once called BMG Entertainment, but later became Sony BMG. My Friend Todd still works for them. That's actually how we met, working at what was then known as the RCA Music Service way back in 1987.

Anyway, he forwarded this Billboard news article to me. I called him as soon as I got the email to see where this leaves him. He doesn't know because the weasels who run the company aren't talking. They're pretty much doing what they did back in 2004, keeping their lips closed for as long as they can in order to maintain control of what few employees they have left up until the very end when these wage slaves are no longer needed.

Apparently, the club portion of the industry (buy fortyleven CDs for a penny and give your souls to us, that club, dig?) has already been sold. This means that the folks in the last remaining Duncan warehouse are all out of a job pretty much. At least that's how it seems to be going down. I hope I'm mistaken about this, but I don't think so. Of course, no one in the halls of power will lose their jobs, just the "little people" who actually need their jobs and the insurance that comes along with them.

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I spent yesterday in the emergency room holding my head in my lap after it fell off and rolled away. clumsycake came to the house, picked up my head, and drove me to the ER. I loves me some clumsycake. The first thing they did when they got me to the triage room was ask about insurance. Now, they can't refuse treatment to people who have no insurance, but they sure as hell harass you after the fact.

The doctor came in and shown light in my eyes. After I grabbed him by the collar and shook him to and fro for doing such a horrible thing to a person with a migraine, he ordered me up a migraine injection comprised of a cocktail of nubain and phenergin. The nurse came in shortly afterward, injected a half gallon of liquid into my hiney, reattached my head, and sent me home to die.

I told a lady at work today that, when the hospital sends me the bill, I'm forwarding it to Dubya. The bastich can afford to pay it much more easily than I, who can't pay it at all at the mo. His policies and evil deeds are the reason why I can't afford a visit to the ER and probably why my migraines have increased in severity and frequency anyway. Bastich.... We hates him, Precious. Hates. Him.

For the past 11 years in The Pit, we all got an ornament each year representing one of the days of the Twelve Days of Krimmus. This year would have been the end of the collection with the 12th Day of Krimmus being featured. Even though I'm no longer indentured in The Pit, I wanted to complete the collection mainly for Aunt Tudi, who has been collecting these plate ornaments for....well, for 11 years! Having contacts in The Pit, I reached out to them earlier to see if they could snag an extra ornament for me. Mary wrote me back to tell me that the Feudal Overlord decided not to continue the series this year.

What sort of malicious soul does such a thing? Did he even consider the obsessive-compulsives who may want to jump off a bridge because they now have an incomplete collection? I swear, this makes me want to go over to The Pit and jerk that man up by his goozle, and shake him about for a while.

Frakking corporate assholes....

NSUCK is coming out with a greatest hits album (0.o bzuh?) and I don't have to peddle their swill this time!!

::collapses in a fit of pure joy::

Oh...and PS: B is going to eat falkenna. I have seen it books somewhere. Another sign of the Alpaca Lips.

Today has so far been my most productive day since the onset of my gainful unemployment. I got up at 7 AM, threw my hair in a hat, got dressed, collected Aunt Tudi and Shmoop and arrived at the vet's office by 7:35. We dropped off Shmoop for her spaying appointment and headed for Wally World. Wally World in the early morning is even more pleasant than the late morning! We were in and out by 9:30 and home by 10 AM.

By 10:30, I was outside mowing the grass for the first time in about 3 weeks (it didn't look horrible, but it was pretty bad I'm ashamed to say). I didn't use the lawn tractor; instead, I used the push mower because it has mulching action. By 11:15, I'd finished up and was jumping in the shower.

A swift clean up and some makeup by 11:40, and Aunt Tudi and I were heading back out the door to meet up with my ex-fellow serfs for Judy's birthday/farewell dinner. I followed some folks over to Charlie's Barbecue off highway 14 and we all partied down for about an hour. The Feudal Mistress was at the other end of the table from me, so I was unable to vent any wrath down upon her. Other than that, it was really good to hobnob with my homies. Everyone was keen to hear how I was handling being unemployed. I told them how wonderful I felt, that I felt 10 years younger and the hump on my back had mysteriously disappeared!

Right now, I'm home, but it's merely a pit stop. We're about to head back out to Sparkle City to the One Stop place where I'll file for school benefits. After that, I'm heading back home to work on the Shriekback and Barry Andrews websites. By then, I'll be ready to vegetate a little more. Whoooo!

I have been a total slacker these past few days. But I did get some things done. I updated my resume on Monster and sent it out to a few folks. The job market in this area sucks like a gigantic Hoover in a Japanese monster movie, which is actually working in my favour because I want to go to school instead being a corporate slave.

There is a knot of muscle the size of a large goose egg on the left side of my lower back. I'm going to see Lisa at the doc's office tomorrow morning about it. This knot is the main reason I wasn't online yesterday. I chose to lie about and moan instead of being social on The Intarweb.

After being poked at repeatedly with a large stick by Aunt Tudi, I finally gave in and went out into public today. Waiting for me at the big PO was the LOST DVD. Lo! I am excited! We also paid the utility bills and went to Wal-Mart. The shoppers at Wal-Mart during the day are a lot more pleasant than the shoppers I've always encountered in the evenings and on weekends. They're nice and don't insist on getting in my way. Of course, most of them are elderly. I can deal with the elderly 99% of the time. That 1% wherein they earn my eternal wrath is when they're driving down the road at 5 miles an hour and weaving to where I can't get around their wrinkled arses. But I like them at 1 PM in Wal-Mart.

I am supposed to go to a job-finding orientation thingie on 21 September. My unemployment insurance may be in danger if I don't attend. Well, whoopee-fucking-doo! I guess I'll be at the SC employment commission first thing that Wednesday morning.

What else is going on?

Oh! I have to renew my drivers license tomorrow. It expires on Saturday. Almost forgot about that.... So I'll be putting on make-up tomorrow morning before I head to the DMV. At least I won't have to worry about it for 5 more years after tomorrow. Lessee....I'll have to get another license in 2010....and that'll be my last one since everything is going to go kaput in 2012. Not too shabby.

I turned on my old printer so I could pull out the ink cartridges and see what kind I needed. Was planning on getting more ink for the printer as I need to print out stuff, like evidence I've applied for jobs online, and I have no way of doing it. When I turned on the printer, though, it made a sound like kkkkkkkkkkkbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhfffffffffffffffftt and the trouble light started blinking madly. Well, shit on a stick! I think that means that the printer is no more. When I get my big honkin' severance check next week, I'll be getting a new cheap printer. I found one for 40 bucks at Wally World. That's what I'm going for.

Aunt Tudi gave me my birthday gifties early. She can't hold on to things to save her life, bless her! She bestowed upon me a wrist watch, which I really needed, and a handheld Tetris game. I have a weakness for Tetris, yea and verily. Also, she gave me a stack of 45s complete with picture sleeves! I'm blessed, I tell you, blessed!

Last, but not least, I got a call from Judy yesterday. Her last day is definitely 16 September and it seems as though she's the last in the old SOS department. The Feudal Mistress has been transferred to another warehouse to help with the Returns operations on a temporary basis. I hope it's temporary. If she gets to stay after all the rest of us were escorted out of The Pit, I will be so pissed off, I'm going to turn into Ren Hoek preparing to beat Kowalski with a wood spoon. But Judy assured me that the FM will indeed be talking the Long Walk eventually. My Pit spies will have to keep me posted on this in the future.... In more pleasant news, I'm on the calendar to join my former fellow Serfs next Friday for Judy's farewell dinner. Aunt Tudi will most likely accompany me.

Orright, I'm thinking that's all I have to offer. My life is so boring now. I love it!

Oh, here's a pic that's too adorable not to post.

( meow )

The end.

I'm celebrating my recent release from The Pit with a fantabulous sinus infection. My head feels like a gigantic balloon, stretched well beyond capacity. Muh. The grass still hasn't been mown ~ maybe this afternoon if I'm feeling better. I haven't been online since early Friday afternoon. Right before my exit interview, our server went down again, so I had no access. The Feudal Mistress was eager to see me go, so I left early Friday, shortly after 4 PM. Tomorrow or Tuesday, I have to go back and sign off on the rest of the paperwork. Then I wait approximately 2 weeks for my severance. This will prevent my going anywhere or doing anything until I have that money. Damn...another DragonCon missed.

I'm tempted to poke myself in the face with a safety pin, just to deflate a little. It may hurt, but it'd be worth it.

I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, and on fire than to be here in The Pit right now, listening to the Feudal Mistress be self-important over the phones. She hasn't shut her pie-hole all damned day long. Speaking of the Feudal Mistress, I've decided to do something thoroughly petty and immature after I'm in possession of my severance check. Tuesday morning, I packed up the remainder of my goodies in one of those bankers boxes the Feudal Mistress said she prefer I not use so, after I have my check in hand and cashed, I'm gonna get Aunt Tudi to take a picture of me holding the bankers box, and then I'm gonna email it to the Feudal Mistress with a sound wave of Nelson Muntz going "HA-HA."

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For some ungodly reason, Aunt Tudi and I have watched "Family Feud" for the past couple of evenings. When I was a kid and watched it during the Richard Dawson years, when the entire stage needed to be scrubbed with bleach, I was always so happy to get the number one answer. Not so anymore. If you get the number one answer on "Family Feud," this means that you're part of the herd mentality much more than you would care to admit. If I lost miserably on "Family Feud" because I never got any of the survey answers, I'd be proud and proclaim my individuality before the studio audience and viewers nationwide. Then again, being a contestant on "Family Feud" would pretty much scream for all to witness that I and my family are nothing but drones caught up in the icky icky glue that is American Pop Culture. I have to say that the new "Family Feud" pretty much sucks. They've changed the music and the families that compete are high-fiving empty-headed weebles. I do like Richard Karn, though. I always liked him on "Home Improvement." He's my "type," or one of them.

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After work, I will be afforded the supreme honour of going to Wal-Mart for an hour or so before picking up Chester from the vet's. Oh, how I love to spend my time at Wally World! Again....I'd rather be in a ditch, covered in petrol, on fire. Thankfully, we don't have much to pick up, so I won't have to be there for very long. My homicidal nature is honed to a nice fine point whilst in the presence of so many Rednecks in a confined area, so the sooner I get out of there, the better off I'll be.

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My squeaky chair has begun to vex me. I thought about asking Lonnie to send a dude up with some WD-40 but, really, why bother now? I only have 9 hours and 10 minutes total to suffer the noise.

I'm tempted to leave this on my cube wall. If it wouldn't endanger my severance, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

( push pin message )

Thanks to falkenna, I am currently reading The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown. I'm usually a slow reader, not because I'm illiterate, but because my mind runs much faster than my eyes and I tend to skip sentences, sometimes whole paragraphs, so I backtrack somewhat, especially with books I want to absorb thoroughly. Such was the case with The Great Mortality. I probably read the book twice because I constantly backtracked and poured over each word like it was gold. Now I'm reading The Da Vinci Code and it's a pretty quick read because I know where it's going. It's essentially a novelisation of the much more profound Holy Blood, Holy Grail. This is not to say that it's just fluff reading. I think it's a fantastic primer for anyone curious about the hidden history of Jesus Christ and his family line, and I believe without a doubt, that Jesus does have a family line that is still alive today. What the members of this royal family are intent on doing, or what the arcane powers that be plan on doing with them, is still up for conjecture. It could go either way, really. Their imminent revelation may be the dawn of a true new age or it could mean a drastic step toward global enslavement. Only the Illuminati know for certain.

Anyway, I'm about half way through the book and am really quite enjoying it since it's like a revisiting of mysteries already well-known. I can't ever thank Timothy enough for turning me onto the Templar Mysteries. He hasn't read The Da Vinci Code yet, so I really must pass the book on to him once I'm finished.

Today, I'm wearing a new tee I got at the company store for two measly bucks. I'm very happy with it and am amused by the baffled looks I'm receiving from my already uneasy coworkers.

( 333 )

Of course, because of my current reading material, combined with the fact that I recently saw National Treasure, it occurred to me how convenient the highest degree in Freemasonry is: 33.3. The Grand Masters are only half evil aren't they? Baaahahahah!

Seriously...I would be interested in discussing all these mysteries with B, if I can actually speak without swallowing my tongue and passing out.

It's been almost 3 weeks now since I mowed the grass. Tomorrow is THE DAY. It's supposed to clear out and cool off later on this afternoon and tomorrow is supposed to be cooler and breezy, with considerably lower humidity. So I go forth into the jungles that was once my finely manicured lawn. It's really a nightmare. I'm not lying. I have proof.

( proof )

And I need to cut the suckers off my contorted filbert. They're taking over the front porch. The one thing I'm not cutting back are the morning glory vines. I adore morning glories as they're simple and beautiful, yet mostly unassuming, and they herald the coming Autumn.

( glorious )

In other happy news.....