The thing about traveling for work is that most of what I do relates to the
other side of the country. So if I need to attend a meeting for like 2 hours,
then I have to travel for an entire day there and back. Ah, the tyranny of
distance. Oh well, at least it stops me from being bored at work. Always have
to remember to charge my phone the night before I travel because the battery
certainly gets a workout. I'm facebooking and twittering and SMSing like
there's no tomorrow (let's not forget whatspp). The thing is I can't check
tumblr because of how much battery and data it will drain, and I can't check it
on a public computer, because some numpties always manage to post porn.
I'm sitting in the Qantas club at the moment. For the benefit of our
international readers, it is the loyalty club available to people who fly with
Qantas airlines. What I don't understand is that the club tries so hard to fit
so many people into the club. There's frequent flyer programs, as well as paid
membership, corporate membership etc. The funny thing I've found is that all
the bogans and scum that you typically want to get away from are now to be found
in places such as this! Exclusivity knows other bounds (I'll get to this
later). The best part is, the regular part of the terminal is all relatively
empty and I'm free to just walk around and look in shops or at planes. Much
better than the bullshit awful food they have there (though I won't fault their
net service). I'm only here because of work, don't think I'd enter into such
facism of my own accord thank you. Ok, Qantas club. The thing about it is that
anyone can join, and now people are unhappy with that (well the typical rich
folk) because they cannot have people to look down on. So they have additional
clubs! There's the first class lounge, and not only that, there's a Chairman's
lounge! Discrimination knows no bounds! It's not enough to pay for a fucking
flight with decent service anymore, is it??
I can't believe I'm typing all this out from an iMac, I feel so dirty!
Especially after buying a new awesome computer. I've decided that my next
computer purchase will be ridiculous. I will buy the absolute top of the line
machine, regardless of how much it costs. I will put it together just so I can
see how things are done, or I can learn how to do it, so I know how the
different parts of my computer work. I know very well that it won't be the top
of the line machine for long, but I just want to splurge once and do it. I
wonder if it will run everything I want it to, at maximum settings?? Haha, we
will see.
Oh for fuck's sake! There is a guy here on his LAPTOP in front of an iMac.
What's he doing? Not work, he's on facebook! Goddamn, it is a pervasive
influence on our lives. Hackers always take down sites of no meaning or
relevance, such as banks, Defence, NASA, or government websites. Why can't they
do something of merit, like taking down Facebook or Twitter? Now that I'd like
to see! And I'm sure it would get a message across, especially after millions
of idiots (myself included) chuck a tantrum about not knowing every goddamn
thing about every goddamn person you know (and those you don't know, but want to
know)!
Fark, it's going to be a long day. Still on to another city where I wait
in transit for several hours before finally coming home some time late tonight.
I could do with another day off.
Ah, I just need to get out of here.
Just a day where I'm left questioning the purpose of my very existence.
If I dropped dead right now, would anyone really give a shit? Who knows,
really? Nobody knows till it actually happens, and by then, it's too
late.
Got an hour till my flight takes off, just killing time posting blog notes
to myself. Sounds like fun!
I'd really like to just float on my back in the ocean, not a care in the
world. Somewhere warm, somewhere away from everyone and everything. I hate my
job, I hate my life. I can't find a redeeming feature about anything. I can't
even find the beauty in nature or in the little things that I used to. What
kind of existence is this? How long am I supposed to fake it for? Fuck it,
just fuck it.
Why the hell don't you talk to me anymore? I know you're there. You pull
away and you hurt me. Are you punishing me? I know I deserve it, but it still
hurts, you know. Being involved with you was the worst mistake I could have ever made. If I had
known what sort of impact it was going to have on us, even at this point in
time, I don't know if I could ever go along with it. Then again, it wasn't ever
really my choice, was it? Has that ever happened to anyone? So in love with
someone that when things went ass up, it affected you for the rest of your life?
Pain that never went away? That was never dulled with time? It only ate away
at you as time wore on? That made you bitter and twisted and angry and
dangerous? That's happening to me right now. It's been festering for quite
some time. Rotting away the very core of my soul.
Joaquin out.
