Discussion in 'Social Place' started by nivek, Aug 20, 2017.
been wondering about this
I'm not far upstate - the New Hamburg station is where I get off the Hudson line. Not too much this year at all. Hope there won't be problems with the reservoir levels this summer because of it.
that can get strangely addictive. at the 40+ hour mark I used to get auditory hallucinations. kept hearing weird things.
As I look through the forums I see some great Avatars.Mine is a picture I took of Whitby Abbey on the North East coast of England.Beneath the cliffs by this Abbey,Count Dracula’s coffin drifted ashore in the Bram Stoker classic.Whats the story behind other Avatars?.
it's the little things.. my 4 year old daughter sat on my lap with a copy of " green eggs and ham" she said "I'm smart daddy." she opened the book..
pointed at the 1st word.. "SAM sam I am! do you like green eggs and ham?"
I was stunned as my little one stumbled trying to read the whole thing.
my little girl..growing up..
Yeah I have hit that mark a few times before and not just hearing weird things but seeing things from the peripheral vision, and once I get up over 55-60 hours the things seen in the peripheral are now seen straight on lol...Last night I want to say I got a 3 hour sleep, but in reality I think closer to two...
Mine's from Airplane! Lloyd Bridges cracked me up and it somehow seems appropriate. Tall, thin, irritable
Love that film,still funny today.
I really pushed it once and admittedly was under the influence but I did six days without sleeping a minute. Working and socialising.
Day six was a day i will never forget as I remember feeling particularly detached from everything around me and my mind was slipping away from comprehension and entered an almost automatic mode. The usual little concerns we all have on a daily basis were not present after a few days and a certain humour of nearly everything manifested.
Nothing like a new contract commencing to bring it all back to me.
I used to get stuck on down systems, problems, whatever and would be literally on my feet sometimes for a day or two. There is a large three lettered cable entertainment company I used to have to deal with and they are truly Evil, a pox upon the Earth, and required it of me all too often. Swine. And then drive up to 100 miles home. How I failed to kill myself or anyone else is still a mystery to me.
It's amazing what we have in the tank when called upon.
I wish could say my tale is on par in terms of quality but I was lining the roads while flat out on amphetamines. Everyone bar one was doing the same, all departing in lorries from the same location after the dealing in the yard had come to an end. Away for weeks at a time and on a performance related pay bonus we all creamed it in and took more to celebrate the fact. Ashamed, a bit but what is done is done and no one got hurt, just like yourself a mystery.
One of the funniest things I have ever seen was in the yard before departure. Twonk was his nickname and while pumping diesel into his belly tank, the gun came away from the pipe and with one part in each hand he had no idea what to do. A bilge of red diesel was pumping all over him, I remember his facial features being obscured by the red torrent. He dropped the pipe after taking a face full and slipped up in it and while on the deck he once again attempted to tackle the pipe and its flow. Surrounded by filled lorries the laughter was epic, I couldn't speak for laughing but someone managed to get the message to him to put the gun back on the pump but now with utter confusion and panic set in he just tried ramming the gun and pump together as if they would somehow magically reconnect.
Streaky, named after a jailhouse gofer took on the red sea and did the necessary. The nice bit is we all gave Twonk a special place in our circle for this singular event.
Oh I do miss them days and guys.
I was known as pricey to them all as what I had was the best but you had to pay for that.
I liked that one I have a relationship with diesel fuel and can relate.
As for quality, nope. What it is is what it is. No need to put pearls on a pig. But yeah, I do miss them days and guys too.
People get hung up on their jobs and get too many plugins from it. Wrap themselves in an identity that might be tissue paper. You're a fighter pilot or brain surgeon, and no doubt others I can't think of right now, then you probably have to. Might even be healthy to a certain degree. Can't start believing too much of your own bullshit though. Nothing good comes from that. I've had some thoughts on my mind about what we do for a living but they're still in the oven, not sure if they'll be edible when they come out. Believe it or don't a bit of it relates to the paranormal.
This does relate to the weird crap we like to go on about. People are capable of far more than most are ever called upon to demonstrate.
I'd do it all again.
It uplifts me when I recognise I have the ability to relate with just how singularly amazing our existence is, society and the ladder have silenced our warrenting life as a gift. I have always looked up to those who are higher, no pun intended but there it is. Society asks this of us and many do the opposite because they have been silently requested to do so. I dipped out of the rung race and walloed in a mire of immediate pleasure, everything society says not to do, and I did that because that too was silently requested.
Beats me why I'm right wing.
Oh yeah we are comfortable and rarely are we maxed out with either physical or mental capability. Being open I can say my time in the fast lane, and I was in it for a good stretch, it was as if I were nearer the maxed out level and thrived on it. Could deal with lots of things I would cower from today.
I think my ancestors were cap doffers.
Long one here ...... hope it makes sense.
I’m not even sure I fully grok the contents of the crock pot that is my skull. Ladders, social strata, ‘woke’ nonsense – to me it’s impossible to pull one piece out without having some of the rest of it on it.
Well, in that regard take on of my aunts as an example. Self-starter, highly motivated and intelligent, had a couple of successful careers, did very well for herself. If she has an opinion, and believe me she always does, I make a point to listen to her. Doesn’t mean I agree or will take it. She can be arrogant and definitely capable of looking down her nose and being incredibly dismissive. Well aware of social strata shall we say. Until she encounters a black person.
She’s ultra-liberal and ‘woke’ and incidentally, Jewish. She foists herself upon various churches who appear to be more than willing to take her money and who are probably wondering what the hell is wrong with her. She recently expressed the desire, at age 80+, to adopt a black child. WTF? I told her she’d better adopt a 35 year old. Color blind and oblivious to her own hypocrisy. Everyone else is readily assigned a rung on the ladder below hers. Gratuitously apologetic noblesse oblige.
Ahh, but aren’t we all full of our own s**t? The correct amount means self-confidence and is healthy. She’s an obvious example of the wrong amount. These past couple of years have given me insight about how we file things.
I had a fantastic job I really enjoyed for a very long time. I remember very clearly a meeting on Jan 5 2012 when I suddenly realized that one too many watertight compartments had been compromised and we were going down. Took action accordingly and prepared very well. It slipped under the waves in May 2017 for me. Like you @pepe , I got war stories that would make Hunter S. Thompson blanch, or would if he hadn’t done that really stupid thing he did. Don’t you sometimes give a sideways glance at the healthy normal folks around you who would never dream of such things and have a secret chuckle? Wouldn’t trade one minute of it but if I found out a family member tried anything like that I’d send them to the Foreign Legion immediately.
I have a very, very dear friend who has spent the past 15+ years trapped in his apartment as a remote support engineer and he’s become increasingly nutty. We are social creatures that require real human contact and ‘virtual’ contact isn’t the same thing. For a long post it’s too long to describe here but I had been trying to tell him what was going to happen and he couldn’t – wouldn’t – see what was coming. Arrogant. We’ve all been there. When the blade fell I was very worried for him.
Now we get into what the hell do you do with yourself in your late 50’s? I could go on about age discrimination, all too real. Anybody’s who ever been on a blind date and saw that ‘look’ in the first ten seconds and had to waste the next hour or two knowing you were pissing up a rope knows what it is. Interviews go like that. So I tried a few things that didn’t pan out and it’s very upsetting, but also very much a First World problem. Actually, I don’t really care about that as they are my problems, but I do have perspective – and fortunately, some options.
I have been loathe to mention this here but as I consider this I realize it’s my whole point. I’m under zero pressure to get back in the game, in fact I’ve been avoiding the real pressure cookers deliberately and have been picky. But I am a social animal and was getting more than a little nutty sitting here like my friend so I took a part time job at a local big box retailer. A big orange one if you get my drift. It puts a little gas in my truck, gets me out of the house and is 9 minutes away. High volume contractor store and I am the Minister of Electrical Contrivances. I’m not an electrician but can spew residential and commercial nonsense at anybody all day long. Tons of experience with it and I found a niche. A dirty filthy niche. Along with that I stack boxes and deal with homeowners doing things they shouldn't even be touching. I'm not there to assist suicide.
So finally, here’s my point. I’m not ‘woke’ and never felt I placed myself above anyone else but realized I did because of my stupid job. That’s why I have been reluctant to admit where I work. Not that I had to here but I’m trying to craft a turd. I worked very hard at my old job and picked up a lot of skills – I’d be a very, very handy guy to have around post-Apocalypse. But I have to admit this place has served as a mirror to show me how I must’ve looked to others and it’s been a bright shiny wire wheel to strip away all that arrogance. And like a wire wheel it ain’t picky and took away a lot of other stuff too. Self-confidence is one thing but a dose of humility must temper it. Sometimes that’s code for having your nose rubbed in s**t like a puppy who made a mess on the floor in order to get the message. My friend rebounded somewhat but not really. He still thinks his old job has elevated him somehow and just found a smaller hook to hang his ego on. And to be fair, the place I’m at isn’t any place to stay but I say that without looking down my nose and for more practical reasons. I say it because I am underutilized and am rusting in place. It would be too easy to kick back and be a victim and if I did that I’m only cheating myself. I can do more and will, eventually. Like a race motor I go like hell with the loudpedal pinned to the floor but can’t idle worth a damn. Doesn’t make me better than anyone else in that big orange colostomy bag, it’s just how I’m wired. There are folks there who had certain things figured out long ago that I failed to see and that my aunt never will.
People are people first and everything else second. Social strata are very real no doubt but it’s a thin veneer that can be wiped away very, very easily. In the end some people just try harder than others, and some are more capable of self-reflection and honesty than others. Maybe it’s where we’re at in our reincarnation cycle. Working where I do I get to see all sorts. All of the clichés are totally real but if you take the time to be observant you can see past a lot of it. Learning is where you find it. I consider myself a student of the human condition and this place is a graduate course in it. I also consider myself a shark in the coy pond there who, at the moment, is sated and causing no trouble.
I said this had a paranormal tie-in and it does, really. When someone presents themselves and brings some story along with it I consider the human being first and the details second. Skeptical yes, but the old saying ‘consider the source’ is apt. Credentials, money, position speak about what you’ve done, not who you are.
Great post and as a man in his 50’s I get where you are coming from.
I chose the shadow because I love the o old time radio show! orson Welles and Bret Morrison were perfect.
welcome to Wisconsin
That is a great post and one I had to read a few times.
Yes effort is the key, manual labour for many years has taken a toll on my body and my lifestyle choices have done the same to my mind but I still have it to give. Your auntie maybe signalling echoes of virtue because of the internal struggle some have because of being white and privileged or it could be a genuine wanting to give a better life, Madonna springs to mind.
I think my drug use in my early life has taken something from me or it has given the impression of a lost time where others were making ground. I've always been a tradesman and they used to have a special entrance for those and still do in certain buildings where the wealthy work or live. I do have that chuckle to myself when I see the ones who try too hard to uphold an image that sticks out like a sore thumb. Bottom line for me now is that I know I am a good person and it was a struggle to become so and as with much in life I never felt it happen but here I am, staying out of trouble and thinking of the future, bit late but I got there and have become a better person than some who I looked up to, now I just look sideways at them.
Funny you mention the apocalypse as I too know I would be one who would be able to survive better than most, or at least when I see some of the kinds of folks I do, it feels that way.
My family and friends tell me I should be more self confidential and understand that I am no lesser a person than others but I can say with all honesty i have felt that way for some time, not when in a social environment but when working. Never used to be the case but has become so with age I think we all get that a bit.
So, if any kids are reading this heed my words and stay as clean as you can because it's an uphill battle to get somewhere near par.
Good man pigfarmer, you bolstered me some what with what you wrote and for that I am grateful.
I have eventually done the right thing by my family, even more so than other siblings and they recognise that which comes as a huge relief and means more to me than anything else.
My avatar has always had a Jack Nicholson or Joker related theme because Jack is the man who I admired as a youngster. I have only been online for some ten years and it all started with an alien forum as some might remember how green I was with posting. I told of my encounter and after hitting the post button, I then thought well is that it, I don't know what I was expecting but what has come of it is a good thing.
My job just got complicated yesterday afternoon...
A manager in another facility was fired because of a number of reasons about 1400 yesterday afternoon which at the time few of us knew of this and not 10 minutes later I get a text from the owner of the company asking me to call him...I call and he said he is coming over to see me in 20 minutes, at this point still not sure what's going on yet and confused by receiving a text from him, he never text me before...The owner of the company comes over and we go to my office and I'm about to sit down and he said, no sitting this will only take a moment of your time...I'm thinking to myself, is this guy going to fire me lol...He then tells me he fired the manager in another facility and until the void is filled that he wants me to take over all responsibilities and duties of that fired manager as well as continuing my work, responsibilities and duties, he assured me this is only temporary...Ugh...
So I was working until midnight last night, that facility runs three shifts and I needed to talk everyone on every shift and came back to work this morning at 0400 this morning to get a handle on everything...This is going to be one hell of a day...
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