I like to think of the American workplace like the Invasion Of The Body Snatchers…
You know that scene where the body snatchers single you out upon finding out that you’re not one of them. That sort of thing.
Me and ManiacalMongoose are spending our first night together in our new place. We’re unpacking a lot of things and still have one more day of moving our stuff out of the old place. We won’t have any internet until the end of the month where we’re both losing our minds. Because we live in the middle of nowhere in Middle America I can barely get signal on my cellphone.
Not good news for internet junkies like us. Other than that everything is going well I think and we’re both pretty satisfied with the new house.
But I thought you said there’d be no internet during the apocalypse.
Joker and I will try to post some pics soon. Cotton will be experiencing his first river tomorrow. Looking forward to tomorrow’s picnic.
Yes, I did say that…
…Or the weekend…
I’ve been promoted to maintenance worker personnel at the random undisclosed manufacturing plant I work at. Sounds impressive, right? 
It really isn’t of course. 
At this rate I am just about working six days a week which means my presence online will become even more random, inconsistent, and sporadic than ever before.
But congrats still 
How’s it going so far?
It’s great. It’s easy and very laid back where I get to work my own pace unlike my old job where they worked me to the point of complete physical exhaustion every night. Better still I don’t have to deal with a lot of people on the new job. A lot of times I am by myself. I’m not much of a people person.
I’m being trained as a maintenance worker where I am being groomed to be hired on a more permanent basis for the company by the end of December it appears.
I predict, homeless in 2 1/2 years tops. Your gonna fuck it up somehow Joker, gonna be living in the Ozarks next, killing possum for supper, bitching about Trump.
Should start an auxiliary blog on the weirdest reactions to very boring jobs. For some jobs will do it to you.
Here is mine.
At age 18 got a security job. Gun permit
requirements were not really enforced then, and I
remember my boss giving me a 45 colt, my job was to sit under a hole in the ceiling ,and he emphasized the need to cover the hole until it can be sealed up.
The question of the hole, how it came to be there,
was curtly answered by some vague reference to some guys with drills, coming in and tried to break the safe.
He strapped the holster on me, no bid me good luck.
I
am not going to bore you with what went down, only that the job was boring.
Guess I did my job ok, cause no one came near the
place, so I prided myself on being a deterrent to crime, but the boredom of the night and the incessant chirping of a bizarre insect like creature nearby, contrasted strongly with the blue lit stillness of
the night.
The second night, and the night before I called it
quits, I brought a horror themed book to read,
a Steven King vehicle, I recall, and a radio to keep the stillness at bay. The place was in an industrial area, very much isolated from any other place. Kind
of abandoned. And spooky.
There was a radio psychologist on air on am radio, and I tuned in between rounds inside and outside theplant, and outside it was cold as hell, so I could
not wait to get inside, to sit under the hole on the ceiling.
After a while Laura Schlesinger, the radio psychologist goes Beserk,starts talking along terror themes bordering on the horrible, whereas prior to that her talk dealt with warm glowing anecdotes of sweet, home situated comfort zones, where cherub like kids frolicked with their ozzyand Harriet type down home parents.
Then turns to scare and horror,that implying some
sort of extra normal communication , with werewolves, howling at night, and such, that scared her as a child.
To make it short , I started to feel I was the one she was communing with, especially in reference to Jung,
whose pupil was her teacher, which brought me to
full attention, because of my readings at the time into Jungs parapsychological works.
Especially the part of where she felt drawn into some kind
of a cylinder where someone was listening at the other end.
I
got spooked and quit the job, never really finding the reality of it.