Thunder of Wade

No, no – not the year. Well, sort of. I’m talking about the book -and more specifically the re-writing of history to fit a new set of “facts”. It was a big thing in the book, poor Winston Smith spending all day rewriting the historical records to reflect the latest propeganda.

I’ve noticed this phenomon among real people, in the here and now. They tend to blur the line between fact and convenient fiction – rewriting their story as the situation changes so that the advantage is theirs. Or at least, so that the fault isn’t.

Are they lying? Yes, usually from the very start – and then it just compounds from there. The stories get more fanciful – the tales of woe are filled with even more woe.

The curious thing is that they tell so many tales that they forget where the truth is. I think that’s why they end up distorting things so much, they forget which lies they’ve told which people.

Do they know they are lying? I think deep down, yeah, they know. But on the surface, one of these “1984”ers will keep back peddling and shifting gears to avoid being “caught”.

So, why this topic? And why now? A few things have come to light about my former room-mate that have reemphasied his 1984 behavior. Must be nice to live in a world where things always go your way. I, in contrast, feel very firmly rooting in reality.

And it bites.

So, how do I deal with those who have lost their grip? I don’t. You can’t catch them in a lie because they don’t think they’re lying. So, the best bet it just to ignore what they say and don’t put anything of yours on the line. Treat them like a good book. Totatlly fiction, lots of plot twists and a surprise ending. And know that you can always close the book and get on with your life at any time.

Which is what I did.

And now, I’m going back to work…

So, I’m headed south on Friday, making my way toward Canton. We’re all going along just fine, when suddenly, everyone slams on their brakes. And I mean slam, none of this “coasting” to a stop. I nearly spilled my soda.

And then it’s stop and go for about 7 miles. Mostly stop.

When we finally get up to the reason for the slow down – I nearly set the dashboard on fire with my swearing.

There was an accident. On the other side of the road. All the cars were pulled off to the side. No one was hurt.

So, since this had nothing to do with our side of the road, why was traffic slowed to a stop? Rubbernecking. That great american past-time where we all hope to see someone else’s misfortune. And if there’s a body, so much the better.

Okay, all you sick bastards out there – find something else to do. The first fools who slowed down nearly caused a whole slew of accidents behind them. Pointless, stupid and cruel.

There. I feel a little better.

Back to work…

Forgot to stop and get gas last night. This morning, the needle is hovering close to the E. I had enough to get to work, and shouldn’t have a problem getting to a station after work, but I hate letting it get that close. I don’t have triple A since I don’t travel much and the thought of running out of gas worries me a bit.

I moved some stuff back into my living room last evening, it’s still pretty empty. I think I may keep it that way – I was always triping over stuff before and it was over-run with junk. The only major thing I may add is an area rug – if I can find a good deal. Simplify – that’s the goal.

Gotta work on my costume today – only a few days left and I’m not sure if I’ll have a chance to work on it over the weekend. It won’t be the most detail oriented I’ve done, but it will be the most massive. There’s a mask involved too, and I’m a little worried about the logistics of that one.

Well, time for me to get back to work – got another “ASAP project” to do.

I wanted to document this so that it isn’t lost. My greatest downfall is being clever. I can never resist trying to be clever and it always backfires. Every single freaking time.

Except for yesterday. I went to subway and ordered my usual – Turkey/Bacon on Italian bread, lettuce only. When my sandwich artist got to the vegetables part of the order he glanced up at me when I said “lettuce only”. “No sauce or anything?” he asked and I said no and that I like it “extra plain”.

Normally, this would result in dazed look in the person’s eyes, but this time – my artist got the mild joke. He chuckled lightly, then said – “hey, it’s better for you anyway”.

And when he rang up the order, he stopped in the middle and said he might be able to make it cheaper. He did some kind of combo order thing and saved me about 50 cents. Not much, granted, but it was still a nice gesture.

So, in summary:

I said something mildly clever

The ‘victim’ got the joke

I got a better deal on my sub

The curse of backfiring cleverness is broken. Let the bells ring out my victory – I can be clever again!

Back to work, where I may attempt to be clever. Ha!

The signs for various political candidates are everywhere these days. And I just heard that GW has spent more on advertising than any candidate has ever done before. Wouldn’t it be nice if anybody could run for office without spending millions to do it? There don’t seem to be any ground rules to this anymore. How about this:

1. publicly list your views, credentials, and plans for the future.

2. have an independent panel review what you’ve said – if you lie, you’re disqualified.

3. you pay a small processing fee and you’re on the ballot

that’s it. No ads, no backstabbing. Civil, just, and fair.

heh.

It’ll never work.

later

Having a little trouble getting motivated today – the stuff I have to do here at work is, well, kinda boring. Gotta fill out my timecard too – by hand, since they don’t allow online submissions. And you have to use a #2 pencil to do it. Lame.

Had a pretty good weekend – just kinda lazy and enjoying it. I needed that – big time.

More cleaning to do this week – and a halloween costume to build. It’s just about done inside my head, and then all I have to do is make it real. Sounds simplistic, but that’s really about it – once I’ve imagined it, things pretty much fall into place.

Did some wood carving last week – the final piece was well received. Gave me a bit mor confidnece in doing that kind of work – it means that I’ll be more likely to try more things. I’ll try to get a pic for my site one of these days.

Well, guess that’s it for now… back to work.

Well, my room-mate finally got his stuff out yesterday. He left a lot of junk behind – I’ll have some clean up to do. I was a little sad last night – he just handed me the keys and left. No apoligy, no good-bye, just walked out the door.

Today, though, I’m in a much better mood. It feels like my home again, a feeling that I was really missing. Locks are changed, windows and doors are secure. It’s mine.

There are a lot of memories there, to be sure, so I’ll get this place back in order and move out at some point in the not too distant future.

I’m just so relieved that it’s finally over.

Well, a short day today – time to get to work…

Well, at least I’m hoping its the last day. Feels like I’ve been trapped in an elevator with an idiot. We’re approaching the ground floor and I’m just about ready to kick his sorry ass out the door and make repairs so I can go back to the penthouse. Like tomorrow will be a day to start over.

And I wonder what I’ll go home to today. What kind of a mess will be left behind. One thing’s for certain, I’m going to have to invest in garbage bags. He hasn’t planned ahead enough to do a good job.

And why should he? He figured that I’d simply cave again and give him even more time. What a surprise it must have been for him – when I stood my ground. Funny how fury will do that to a person.

The best part will be when the cloud finally lifts – when things are finally over. And I can get back to being myself – quirky, fun, and well…happy.

For now, though, I’m simply going back to work…

Well, I should have seen this one coming. My room-mate just called and tried to push things back – that he’d get the “big stuff” on Saturday. I told him, no, the move out day is Thursday, just as we have been planning for 2 weeks. I told him that the locks would be changed on Friday and that was it. He said that he understood and that he’s got the rest of the stuff out already, but that he’d need to get the big stuff on Saturday. I told him, no, he didn’t understand – Thursday is the move out day. I was nearly yelling at him – which I don’t do at work.

He finally said “I guess I’ll find someplace else to sleep and have everything out on Thursday”. And then I hung up on him.

I am so freaking mad right now – I’ve had depressing blogs but this must be my angriest. I’m still shaking. I just can’t get a break – he’s going to be an asshole right to the very bitter end.

And to think I was starting to consider taking time off and helping him. I might take the time off anyway, just to keep track of my stuff.

The good mood is dead. I don’t see it coming back until that blissful moment when the landlord hands me my brand new shiny key.

Time to go home…

And it was. Work pretty much sucked, but I’m used to that. Got the utility billing set to be switched over with no problem. Worked on a project that turned out to be easier than I thought, so I’m way ahead of schedule.

The only concern, again, was the room-mate situation. He’s not behaving like someone who has to move out on Thursday. I’m going to drop the bomb on him tomorrow about the locks being changed. I shouldn’t have to – since he’s told me he’ll be out on Thursday – but in case he’s planning on dragging his feet I want to forestall the drama.

Well, time to get back to work…