Holy fucking shit! I did something useful!
Yeah. It’s finally happened. I actually got around to getting up and doing every possible update available for the Wordpress backend. Now usually I don’t concern myself with updates, because things like “security holes” forces me think of someone who is sporting a hole in their pants thus leaving them open to anal violation. And since this concept really doesn’t appeal to me, I simply don’t think about it.
But fuck, I’ve been waiting way too long for this.
It’s been over a week since my last update. Why? Well, I guess I’ve been busy with things other than sitting on my ass whining about why my computer is being a poo poo meanie pants to me, or why other people’s computers are wearing similarly poo-filled pants. I’ve been out and about, mostly catching Amtrak trains to Chicago and back to see the wonderful girl that is my girlfriend.
Oh shit, this is what we call a segway. As in, my writing segways to a similar topic that is related.
After going to Chicago, I realize that the job market in Michigan is utter shit. Opportunities seem to pop out of thing air in Chicago, something that here in Grand Rapids happens once every… … oh who am I kidding, opportunities don’t exist in this shithole. The only opportunity that really presents itself is one that allows you to bend down and suck off the nearest homeless guy because he hasn’t been able to pleasure himself as he’s holding a cup out waiting for someone to pity him and drop change into it so he can buy a bottle of cheap vodka and get trashed.
And if you think that’s a tongue twister, try explaining why downloading looking up porn and clicking all the little popup ads that say “ME SO HORNY PLZ FUCK ME :)”. Can’t? Shut up and keep reading then, tool.
But really, the job market here is sad. Every day I listen to customers talk about how their particular company or industry is laying off thousands of people to keep their heads above water. That’s an incredibly scary concept, especially when you’re working at a small company such as GPC. The fact that I can spend my mornings preparing computers and then watching an hour of X-Men the cartoon waiting for someone to walk through the door and save me from the horrible pit of boredom is proof that the economy here in our wonderful little state is clogged in the backwash drain of our current administration. YES GRANHOLM, I AM TALKING TO YOU.
It’d be sweet if she read this. I’d write her happy letters every day.
Fuck it I’m done.