Sometimes, I want to be that special someone for someone. Sometimes, I think that's never going to happen. Sometimes, I'm certain of it.

Downward swing. I'll be back soon.

Happy Christmakwanzakah!

Or Festivus to just make all greetings null and void. Even if it is a day late. As a person who doesn't necessarily celebrate the holidays, this is about all one will get out of me. I blew my "Christmas spirit" out at worik and am waiting on a replacement. We'll see next year.

Just thought I'd wish my readers (all two of you out there, if I'm so lucky :D), a belated happy holidays.

The Internet

I realize the irony in posting a rant about the Internet over the Internet. This is just the most public forum I can think of.

Now, onto my point.

From "leet" speak to text speak, it's almost disturbing to see the way in which technology, though mostly the Internet, is killing the English language. I'm seeing people ranging in age from their 50s to as young as their teens using more and more of these pseudo adaptations of the English language.

In my work, I am frequently being texted by my manager to come in, though, half of the time, the language is one which I can barely translate due to the missing letters, horrendous misspellings, and just flat out lack of grammatical correctness. I realize that I am far from perfect in my use of the language's little idiosyncrasies. Heck, my second sentence is a glaring faux pas in terms of structure and usage.

My main grievance with the language as it is shifting though is the way in which today's youth is growing in terms of language. An acquaintance of mine who teaches middle school has spoken countless times of how his students are incapable of writing in proper English. You has become U. See is now c. Even the advent of spell-check, which I am currently admitting to using during this post, has driven down the ability to know how to spell. Hand written essays are now chock full of mangled words scribed without the guidance of a programmed dictionary.

A family member of mine, who is on Facebook far more than I can actually consider human sadly, is one of the worst offenders I've seen to date. With every status post, I see her posting updates such as "we r gonna go shoppin this weekend ..... um we r gonna have family time weth each other" and "the chearfull charmander is gonna have a chearfull day at feild day tomorrow." Sadly, right now, my screen is almost glowing yellow from the way spell check is pointing out the errors.

There are worse offenders, but I'm not going to pull out those specific offenses. I had a difficult enough time typing those out word for word.

Sadly, this isn't what made me want to post all of this.

What did? As my last status message states, "So instead of thinking of original status messages, people can get apps on FB to come up with ones for them that are supposedly smart, funny, or intentionally dumb. I'll take my free thought with a side of disgust, please. Thanks."

I'm sure people out there have seen these applications I'm mentioning. If not, consider yourselves lucky. Over the years, plagiarism has increased through the use of the Internet and sources which people think will not be discovered. It seems now, though, that people are now plagiarising the thoughts of others without consideration of the thought except, "Oh, it's funny so people will laugh." What happened to the idea of coming up with insightful commentary which made people laugh through the simple use of wit alone?

What happened to the days of people who wanted to emulate George Carlin? Who came up with their own thoughts? I know I'm guilty of posting the odd quote and lyrics, but that is dispersed throughout bits of observations and self deprecation based commentary. It's not an almost hourly occurrence that takes place simply because I'm bored enough to laugh at inane comments which flood the Internet.

I'm sad to say that due to the resources that are technology and the Internet, the English language is dying a painful death. Free thought is becoming regurgitated garbage. American English is devolving from what it once was, a bastard cousin of The King's English into some child bred out of generations of incest between backwater siblings. (Sorry, bad bit of observational humor based in my utter distaste of having grown up in the American South.) I dread to see what new phrases will emerge to take new places in the Oxford English Dictionary.

R.I.P. English Language. R.I.P.

A Matter of Trust

While I know that there are few people in this world who enjoy having their business spread, I know that somewhere along the way, people have to trust each other enough to go through and actually be honest about what is going on.

Case in point, instead of telling the truth about what occurred, someone I know went through and told a lie that put a family member of hers in the harsh limelight. She didn't bother to think that what happened would come to the forefront after time passed. Didn't seem to think that in our little circle of mutual acquaintances, I wouldn't find out what had happened.

Now, why am I posting all of this? Because, I think that if someone's going to have me waking up at three in the morning, they'd better tell me the truth. It's a matter of respect and a matter of trust. I'm not going to spread that sort of business in public. It's honestly not my place to. I don't like smear campaigns and I'm not going to be running one just for shits and giggles, to be so obscenely cliche.

Stupidity

In my earlier post, I wrote how there must be something in the air. Well, I'm starting to wonder if there is something in the bloodlines. Well, genetics would be the better term.

Over a year and a half ago, three young employees of my current workplace were all let go because they were caught stealing. Scanning out items with none of them being paid for, made possible by taking advantage of certain privileges that employees in our little corner of the store had available. Previously, it was through the use of a manager override.

Now, it seems, history is playing itself out all over again, rather unhappily.

One of my coworkers, the lone male who is in some way related to one of the young men dismissed in March of 2009, has just been fired from the company. Why? Because at our comfy little store, there is a button used for discounting certain items. If a customer has a coupon, we honor it using this button. Well, not a coupon but an offer which grants them a drink at little to no cost to them. (All right, still a coupon, but to differentiate, please, bear with me.) And using this comfy little store's button, he managed to help someone steal upwards of $10,000 worth of merchandise. He's been told that in order to avoid being forced to serve time, he will have to pay X amount to the store.

Now, can someone please tell me how stupid one has to be in order to think they won't get caught for abusing the privileges that come with working in a licensed coffee shop? And why it seems that this stupidity comes from the combination of the X and Y chromosomes in one person's family? I've met their mutual family members. A highly intelligent woman in a managerial position who is quite possibly putting her own job at risk by simple association with these two. Another family member, who is also female, is also highly intelligent and has yet to prove herself insipid enough to consider herself capable of stealing in such vast amounts.

Dear Moo, I hope the sons of these two women prove that the stupidity isn't found in the Y Chromosome. That the two in question are just stupid of their own accord. A sign that life is indeed based more on nurture rather than nature. I need some faith in humanity.

Time of the Year

There must be something in the air this time of the year. All around there are people making arrangements to exchange numbers and for those who already have, there are flirtatious conversations being had.
And dear readers, I'm afraid that even I'm succumbing to the stuff in the air (and I don't mean the smell STINK of the local paper plant). I'm toying with the idea of companionship, though every one of my instincts is telling me to run and have nothing to do with this person, just like they've told me with every other person who has caught my attention. Now, putting it that way, I was wrong to say instinct. I'm going against the way my lifelong training has taught me.
Now, I just have to get past the idea that he's Christian (something which poses little appeal after a life drenched with the overwhelming presence of so may good Christian hypocrites).

For Those Who Know Me Well (or not)

I was hoping for a great ending to this week. It started off amazingly well. Concert with friends after a three day weekend. Good laughs at work which can drag on if there isn't much happening. New dog in the house. I should have stayed in bed this morning to make sure that this trend continued.

Instead, I go to work, after playing with the new dog. Starts off decently enough (after a night of three failed attempts at sleep which honestly should have been a sign). Goes down hill quickly. I wound up calling family to cement holiday plans for Thanksgiving this year (since it'll have been over two years since last seeing most of my family, i.e. the family that counts). This leads to my day turning to crap.

I call to make sure that I'll have a ride home only to find out that my father figure, the person who knows the city in which I live, i.e., my ride, has not only been to jail, he's on drugs. Now, usually it's the parents who have to worry about their kids getting addicted, but apparently, my family has decided to copy hollywood's examples and get addicted no matter how old they are. Like celebs, my father was caught. To add a dash of white fucking TRASH to the list, he's charged with possession of a stolen firearm in addition to the illegal drugs and prescription pills that weren't his. So now, I feel like I am being alienated by my family because I'm stuck with being the voice of reason with this person  who I'd rather not even be associated with when all is said and done.

I should have just stuck with my whole I am an island in terms of my family idea. I try to touch base and get kicked while I'm down.

To those who know me, if you want to know when I discovered this-- try about noon, while I was at work and incapable of doing a thing about it. Did the cracks show?

Thoughts

It's usually the parents who worry about their kids taking drugs and going to jail. In my case, it's the child that has to worry about the parent going to jail on drug charges.
Now, I know my life can be seen as a little backwards, but HOW did I take on the parental role in this mucked up father/daughter relationship?

Lola and Phone Calls

First of all, I'd like to welcome the reason I'm typing one handedly into my quirky little world-- Lola the chihuahua. Sweetest little girl who is getting lots of love.

Now, for some of the usual. Now, I am sleep's biggest fan. I admit to loving sleep. I need it like a puppy needs love. I'm just vicious and shaky without it. With that said, care to guess how many times my sleep was interrupted last night? Three, count them, three times. I was far from a happy camper. Some people don't seem to think that I need plenty of sleep with my job, but rest assured, the happy, personable demeanor I play up so well doesn't come to me easily. I need plenty of energy to uphold it, and when someone tells me, "Wake the fuck up," my mood's going to be even lower.

To drag it even further into the depths is the wishy washy behavior of the person waking me up.

And note, this was just the first one to rouse me from my slumber. I'm not even going to start on numbers 2 & 3 at this time. Just needed to grump about #1.

Long Due Update

So September has come, and almost gone. It's been easier than expected, though it did start out rather roughly. Sleep has been my saving grace I suspect, though I may bitch and moan about my current vocation. Despite my antisocial behaviour, I believe I have made a new friend. Out of a new coworker mind you, but that is sadly how most of my recent friendships have begun. I feel rather like Randall out of Clerks 2: too old to make friends. Well, too old to put in the effort. A sad thing to say from a girl a few months shy of 26.

My years in college have been coming back to me lately. Mostly an idea that I toyed with that concerned my 26th birthday, and I wonder if I should carry the idea on out. The idea very rarely ever seems appealing anymore, but as I am no longer close friends with the person who advised me against it as we shared the same date of birth, I see no reason to not.

I will not reveal what the idea was, but if I carry out, you'll only be able to guess. Sorry readers, but it's the truth. If I don't, I'll let everyone who reads this know.

Now, all melodrama aside, I have to say that I have missed my updating. I wish there was something of interest to post about other than panic attacks and sleeplessness. Perhaps next month will be better. It is not September after all.