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It is thought-provoking, but also kind of a brain-buster, too. It also kind of reminds me of those Clinton-era jokes about not knowing what "is" is.(Apparently, philosophy shares that trait with the law)
I wanted a challenge, but maybe this one was a little tough, as it feels like reading from translation a great deal of the time...maybe if I'd taken a class with it I wouldn't feel quite so at sea.I'll hang in for a little while, though.
Otherwise, my doctor thinks my vital signs are great--wish that meant I felt more vital and alive, and my boss keeps begging me to get on the phones again and I'm kind of hiding out from it for no really good reason.
It's just that...he just gets me all fired up and once I get down to it, there's no point.I'm calling machines to invite people to the same stuff we always have.(And something about talking to a near-stranger's AI assistant SERIOUSLY chaps my ass for some reason and puts me into Pesci vibes."I'm a clown...you're too *important* to talk to the likes of me." Argh...why it feels so much different than a machine, I'm not sure, except that a recorder can't pause for the whole "I'm not here," thing, right? a fucking blender can put me on-hold...damn, the future is awesome. And, you know, I've only gotten paid for campaign work a handful of times, so, you know, I'm working for passion and mission, mostly(and the vanishingly small possibility that my life might improve one day) so without it, I've smashed my ear and wasted an hour. So I went to M. last month and was like "If you don't need me anymore, just tell me, I get it. You don't have to Make Me Feel Useful, in fact I'll hate it if I catch you doing that(Long story, but voter contact is getting more automated and so I can't keep up with the most exciting stuff anymore. Boo!) So it kind of sucked when he responded with "You've earned the right to step away(sic) if you want." Which, like, okay, but I heard it like a single mom hears that the kids just love hanging out with Tiffany from the typing pool.
I wanted him to tell me I was too great to lose, but he also, like a lot people thinks I'm delicate.So every complaint I have ends up with "your health comes first," and all that, which probably makes him a great Real Boss to the organizers he's training and such, but is not, at least not entirely, on-topic for me.
Also, I wish something great would come into my life so "stepping away" wouldn't feel like "being a chickenshit" but I guess after twenty years being a little bored is to be expected?
I wanted a challenge, but maybe this one was a little tough, as it feels like reading from translation a great deal of the time...maybe if I'd taken a class with it I wouldn't feel quite so at sea.I'll hang in for a little while, though.
Otherwise, my doctor thinks my vital signs are great--wish that meant I felt more vital and alive, and my boss keeps begging me to get on the phones again and I'm kind of hiding out from it for no really good reason.
It's just that...he just gets me all fired up and once I get down to it, there's no point.I'm calling machines to invite people to the same stuff we always have.(And something about talking to a near-stranger's AI assistant SERIOUSLY chaps my ass for some reason and puts me into Pesci vibes."I'm a clown...you're too *important* to talk to the likes of me." Argh...why it feels so much different than a machine, I'm not sure, except that a recorder can't pause for the whole "I'm not here," thing, right? a fucking blender can put me on-hold...damn, the future is awesome. And, you know, I've only gotten paid for campaign work a handful of times, so, you know, I'm working for passion and mission, mostly(and the vanishingly small possibility that my life might improve one day) so without it, I've smashed my ear and wasted an hour. So I went to M. last month and was like "If you don't need me anymore, just tell me, I get it. You don't have to Make Me Feel Useful, in fact I'll hate it if I catch you doing that(Long story, but voter contact is getting more automated and so I can't keep up with the most exciting stuff anymore. Boo!) So it kind of sucked when he responded with "You've earned the right to step away(sic) if you want." Which, like, okay, but I heard it like a single mom hears that the kids just love hanging out with Tiffany from the typing pool.
I wanted him to tell me I was too great to lose, but he also, like a lot people thinks I'm delicate.So every complaint I have ends up with "your health comes first," and all that, which probably makes him a great Real Boss to the organizers he's training and such, but is not, at least not entirely, on-topic for me.
Also, I wish something great would come into my life so "stepping away" wouldn't feel like "being a chickenshit" but I guess after twenty years being a little bored is to be expected?
