Richard Brook

Did you know that if you've ever kissed another guy, slapped his arse, or hugged/cuddled him, in any context, you are lying to yourself about your heterosexuality?

Trufax.


And women are totally allowed to make out and cuddle and still be called hetero. As are, apparently, men with a beta-male personality.

At this moment, I have 185 gigabytes worth of assorted data to back-up. I have 30 DVDs remaining, which have been failing at a rate of about 1/3, so I realistically have probably closer to 20 DVDs. I really hate having to pick and choose what I want to save. And even without such a huge fail rate, I'd still need about ten more than I have.

As of this typing, I have been working at backing stuff up for about 13 hours. Maintaining the rate I've been going today, I can probably finish sometime around probably 2:00-3:00 tomorrow afternoon. And then I get to completely to a full system reformat, which hopefully does not just catastrophically fail.

I want my email back. I want my sound back. I want to get out of fucking safe mode and away from 800x600 resolution. I want this thing to stop shitting all over itself every time I ask it to do anything beyond opening Firefox (which is, apparently, even occasionally too much to ask).

I need to go to bed.

If yesterday sucked, today is shaping up to be the worst.

First, the Xbox red-ringed AGAIN. It's also out of warranty now, so that's $120 to get it fixed. GRAH.

While that was being a dick, the computer froze up on me, so I restarted. Now I can't boot back into Windows. Every time I try, I get a fucking BSOD. I managed once to get into Windows, only to get a pop-up telling me that an unauthorised change has been made to the OS, and that I'm no longer allowed to use it.

Uhm, what?

Luckily, I have Ubuntu. I don't really like it, but it works until I can reinstall everything. I might just say fuck it and upgrade to 7, since I've got discs for that somewhere around here. I don't much like 7 either, but it's better than Ubuntu.

I'm very annoyed. I can't get to anything I NEED, because Ubuntu doesn't like Microsoft files.



Not happy.



ETA: This will likely affect RP, since I haven't got the proper email addresses set up on this system. I think this affects specifically Ford Prefect, Gus Dickinson, Travis Martin, and Penn.

Goddamnit. Someone sold my email address to a mailing list. And I'm fairly certain I know who it was, too.

I only use this email address for PayPal and my comic shop mailing list. In the last hour, I've gotten about ten spam messages sent to that address.

D:<

Seriously. WHAT THE FUCK?

Somehow, Ryan's cheque was for $320. That's like $700 short. On a rent week. With no groceries in the cupboards.

ARGH wtf?

So, for those following what was going on, with the job situation, it's done.

For those not following along, here's what happened (in a nutshell):

Life was great, working for Sony. But then, our Christmas rush, which traditionally goes from late November through early September, stopped a week and a half into December. It got to the point at the beginning of this month that people were being sent home only hours into their shift, because no calls were coming in. So, the solution for this was to, of course, cut back. And how do they do this? Not by getting rid of the people still in, or just barely out of training. No. They started with the lot of us that have been with the campaign since the June-September mark, and moved us back to the other department. The other department which we all left for reasons of extreme emotional (and some physical) distress. This was not an option. We were told on Thursday that we would be moving, many from a closing shift to an opening shift, and that it would start Monday.

I HAVE REALLY FUCKING BAD INSOMNIA!

Some of you have fallen victim to this, in the form of waking up to several score emails in your inbox all letting you know that I've replied to nearly every damn one of your journal entries. Waking up at five in the morning is not an option when I'm lucky to be asleep before one or two. I told them this. I begged to be kept on at part time. But, alas, Sitel is made of fail and AIDS, and I couldn't survive the first week. I cracked, had two spaz attacks in the car park, and another in HR, went home, and slept for two days.

On the plus side (all you talking about "learned optimism" on my F-List, I've been practising this for years), it's given me the opportunity to focus on my screen play which I plan on selling, as well as my novel project, which I also plan on selling, hopefully, as well as my art commissions and pay-site.

They say that money can't buy happiness, so I'll just rent it. I'm putting most of my confidence in my porn and my screen play, as my novel seems to be likely the hardest candidate to get to behave.


So, for my Sitel friends, this is why I'm not there any more. They nearly killed me, and they're about to lose more for the same reason.



And on that bombshell, I'm off to draw some porn or something.