kicking it old skool

Haven’t blogged in a while. But then that’s nothing new

Haven’t had much to say, really, so no point in filling up pages of useless shit. Today is different though: I found it necessary to document the extreme apathy I’m dealing with at the moment.

The exact time it started to settle in eludes me, but I believe it was around twenty-two hundred hours or so last night and has mutated into an infectious strain of pandemic proportions by the time I woke up again this morning.

God, I couldn’t give a fuck.

I mean really really. I. couldn’t. care. About nuttin’. (which I guess is a dirty, god-damned lie, since some shred of caring is required to blog. I suspect I will “officially” not give a flying-rats’ dirty whore of a mother after this post is done.)

If I could actually give another nano-fuck to analyse the SitRep (that’s military speak for “Situation Report”) I’d come to the conclusion that I have in fact reached what the fuckers-that-think-they-know-shit call “burn out”. Quite uncommon because I’ve always been able to deal with pressure and the work load having done a WHOLE LOT of time at ex-work during the early days, which entailed weeks on end of balls to the wall activity. It’s just that getting the biz up and running is taking a lot out of me. Combine this with my current daily commitments and what you end up with is a very dull boy (all work, no play, get it? I you didn’t, I couldn’t give a fuck anyways…)

It’s just nothing has been going my way the last two weeks!! From wrestling with the trolls at the bank to constant uphill battles on the tech front, while imps from the 9th level of hell skull fuck me and call my mom a “really easy lay”.

It’s been positively draining on every level of my existence. Add to the mix the hectic weekend work schedule I’ve been forced through (software deployments on Sundays, starting at 05 in the fucking am, and only ends at 14:00 when the bumbling fuckheads finally figure out why their code is shooting production in the head) and yeah, nuff said.

Also discovered (to my ABSOLUTE surprise) that what I thought was my ticket to a UK work VISA was in fact NOT that. It’s merely a “supporting doc” that I have to use to do ANOTHER VISA app. which has to be done via Pretoria. So more money. More effort. More apathy.

* Sitting behind my laptop, staring mutely at nothing in particular while consciously having to justify breathing at all. I need to get laid… *

And so forth and so on, the list is quite extensive. But yeah, you guessed it: I’ve lost interest in doing this blog.

[G], out (…of fucking everything)

a mind like a dark alley