Of all the employments, working in the the brood pit was at once the most horrific

Today has called for wisdom.

I got wise, I got tricks, I got techniques.

Riding in to work on the bus I did what is personally my favorite thing to do at my job and that is to log onto someone's computer using my phone. The interface is clunky and difficult, there is considerable lag (although VZ has been rocking the 4G speeds excessively lately, I've been getting 11 Megs down) but there's nothing in my day-to-day that's as undeniably futuristic as remotely manipulating someone's computer across the country on my phone while commuting.



Virus definitions out of date and some kind of trojan needing examination - something easy-ish to do. But still, I'm bumping down the street on the dirty old #9 and there I go, haxxxoring shit up.

Then there's organizational elements that need defining and tagging, managing the cloud services. I'm wise.

Then the marketing girl quits and I'm the one who knows how to use photoshop, so I do that now too. I'm clever.

Then WinXP goes EoSL next month so the oldest and grunchiest machines used by the most antique of my coworkers must be replaced - all throughout the dusty old corridors and nooks. That falls to me to manage and succeed at. I'm skillful.



And you know, I misplace my buspass - and end up walking home, the long-long way, and this after I was excitable and proud about walking. Triumphal - so I... I would not say I was taken down - because it's good and neat to take the long walk home, even in the rain since, hey, it's rain and not snow, since the sick old sky is sufficient to support rain and thus life instead of ice and thereby death. I take the rain and like it. Walking in mud and through deserted constructioned streets, up the neighborhoods where the old-men fear to tread.


where once were valiant things now desolated.

I... I get caught up in the dingy overused, forgotten and broken nature of the city, my Place among the places. I get carried away wandering through it and happy to be. It occurs to me as I go that I'm very, very solitary, that I'm alone most of the time. It occurs to me that it suits me and that I'm probably the least sad of all the sad people, the least lonesome of the lonely people, but still - if loneliness and sadness were rainbows, I guess I'd be ultraviolet. I'd be past the perception of having those qualities, but I'd have them. Which is right. It's proper to have a properly circumspect view of these traits, lest they slide down the scale becoming Orange and Red, dangerous. Ahyhow- I lost my buspass - I'm foolish.

I climbed under desks replacing computers - I'm dusty.

I can use photoshop, but people who've seen my work, they all know and agree that I oughtn't. I'm tacky.

It's a life, lived up is all, a lot of doing without much feeling, that's the week that's been.