Confessions

Confession: "Fuck" is my favorite word in the English language. Thus, I abuse the fuck out of it.

Not always intentionally, either.

 

I confess: I didn't do much at my job today and I feel no regret.

 

saaaaaaaaaaaaame

 

Yesterday, I replaced a cd/dvd rewritable drive and turned a microscope back on. Then I charged eight hours to my company for it.

 

That's what I aspire to do one day.

 

I've done less before. With overtime.

 

I got paid $800 dollars a month for two years for sitting around and counting the same set of 65 sleeping bags and large ALICE packs over and over again. Not a lot of money, but even less work and the benefits were theoretically pretty good.

 

Teach me your ways, master.

 

When I don't have a microscope to go to, I'm on call. Usually I can do some online training videos here and there, but some days I'm not about that life. That particular nothing day, I waited on call for eight hours at home doing school work, and then right before the shift end, my boss wanted me to play a required annual training for two hours. Time and a half doing nothing on top of a do nothing day. Good times happen often here.

@Dogberry's Watch ...you are too young to learn of such dark magic...

 

Yup, the training program is at least four years long and involves a surprising amount of shouting at the start

 

I have now taken the official Harry Potter Sorting Hat quiz, and am in fact a Ravenclaw, not a Hufflepuff.
I profusely apologise for my lack of authoritative quizzing at an earlier date.

 

You are actually Pufnstuf:


... We just have to wonder, what kind of stuff are you puffin?

 

I made £280 for 12 hours of sitting in an RRV reading books and listening to music once...was the weirdest day. Never had a shift like it before, nor since.

 

That looks like Alice Cooper if he'd gone on the Axl Rose diet!


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My god—is that actually Axl Rose? Looks more like Vince Neil crossed with Meatloaf.

 

Confession: my neighbor doesn't bring his dog in when it barks. I'm tempted to borrow the good boy keeping us safe.

 

A far cry from the exiguous druggy look of his youth.

 

Don't forget, the sorting hat takes desire into account. You can still be Hufflepuff, if you want.

 

I think I'm good honestly. They sound fun and interesting and they have great views from their common room. Plus their house colours are both colours I like. Yellow is cheery, but not really my thing.

 

Good! And welcome! I'm Ravenclaw proud myself.

 

All this talk of killing around here is ridiculous. I get that people are upset, but to take a life? It's not as easy as your mind makes it. Ever killed an animal? Shot it once, blood and fur splattering, screams of pain in a language you can't understand.

Then, just as the animal is tired from blood loss, laying on its side, the light of life flickering from its eyes...you put one square in its forehead. But not before the two of you lock eyes. That part was the most... difficult. For me, anyway.

Now imagine that but with a human being. It's not as easy as the fog of anger leads you to believe.

Guess the confession is: It's all such a shame.

About time to unplug again. Take care, everyone.

 

Yup.

Humans are also technically animals.

 

If you really hate a person, and you have them in a proper eye to eye choke hold, you feel like God ... "or so I've heard".

Anyway my confession is: Bradley Cooper makes me question my sexuality and I'm ok with that.

 

Claudia Black and Eva Green do the same for me.