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The morning was all misty, so I was running through the worlds largest shower. At least I wasn't running naked. No one wants to see that. At this moment I run about a 15 minute mile. I guess that isn't bad for my third run. I ran by this massively fat squirrel. He didn't even move as I got close to him. It was like he didn't think that the sweaty wheezing machine that I had become was much of a threat. It turns out that I wasn't. He sort of half scampered in front of me for a mile or so before running up a tree to laugh at me.
I have been keeping up on the business accounts, and I see them starting to grow. They grow in a somewhat predictable way, which is way nicer than what most things do. People pay their rent. I save some of the rent in case shit breaks, and put the rest away. It is much nicer than the corporate world, which seems to have little value from my perspective in terms of labor. In this world, I am a piece of some massive social machine that produces something of questionable value. Usually I love this kind of environment, because I can pretend to be massively busy while updating facebook and goofing off on the internet. Now it's like I have actual work to do and I have to counsel myself when I find that I am goofing off. I would fire me due to performance issues, but I work for the lols. My corporate job was for a defense contractor where I wrote outdated manuals for a mission planning system that fired an outdated gun. Guns are sort of out of style for the Navy since everyone seems to have a hard-on for semi autonomous missiles. You fire these things; and they fly on their own, can hit multiple targets, and can choose their own secondary targets. It is all pointless really. The manuals are outdated, because we had to write manuals for software that hadn't been written yet. I had to tell the future, and it turns out that I am not good at clairvoyance. After a while the money ran out, and I lost my old life in the divorce. This sort of opened the way for the new one.
I think I will like the new life once it includes my youngest daughter. The freedom can be a bit overwhelming, but I find myself looking back less and less as I march on through my life.
I have been keeping up on the business accounts, and I see them starting to grow. They grow in a somewhat predictable way, which is way nicer than what most things do. People pay their rent. I save some of the rent in case shit breaks, and put the rest away. It is much nicer than the corporate world, which seems to have little value from my perspective in terms of labor. In this world, I am a piece of some massive social machine that produces something of questionable value. Usually I love this kind of environment, because I can pretend to be massively busy while updating facebook and goofing off on the internet. Now it's like I have actual work to do and I have to counsel myself when I find that I am goofing off. I would fire me due to performance issues, but I work for the lols. My corporate job was for a defense contractor where I wrote outdated manuals for a mission planning system that fired an outdated gun. Guns are sort of out of style for the Navy since everyone seems to have a hard-on for semi autonomous missiles. You fire these things; and they fly on their own, can hit multiple targets, and can choose their own secondary targets. It is all pointless really. The manuals are outdated, because we had to write manuals for software that hadn't been written yet. I had to tell the future, and it turns out that I am not good at clairvoyance. After a while the money ran out, and I lost my old life in the divorce. This sort of opened the way for the new one.
I think I will like the new life once it includes my youngest daughter. The freedom can be a bit overwhelming, but I find myself looking back less and less as I march on through my life.