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Archive for December, 2006
Staring at Your Ceiling
25 years ago
by bangbang023
in poems
Staring at Your Ceiling (12/8/2006)
It’s hard in this room as I face all these feelings
The same feelings stealing my prayers when I’m kneeling
And I’m reeling and I’m peeling, staring at white ceilings
Looking at the snow flakes, praying for my healing
A mind’s feeling to want to jump into the tide pool
And take a little risk now cause anyone can die soon
But sitting here in my room, drowning in the typhoon
The waves of confusion are the water drops of my doom
With my head under emotion, my lungs filled with it
Gasping for my next breath, knowing that it’s still shit
Facing every moment with the world upon my shoulders
It’s enough to pin me down and crush me like a boulder
Until I fall and fold up and freeze while I get colder
Every word I never said burns me while I smolder
What’s the point of getting older when nothing ever changes
I still want what I can’t have, I’m still here in this basement
Living but I’m vacant, an empty glass encasement
I emptied it all out and I tried my best with patience
I’ve written that I hate this, a fucking basket case since
My fingers lose their grip as I lose my will to take this
Sometimes I want to break this and snap off every image
Of everything I started but could never fucking finish
And crack them and diminish until they fucking hate me
Crumble every feeling that drains me while it wastes me
Cause I still fucking hate these thoughts that claw and shout
I take a look to the left, my mind is screened with clouds
And I can feel the pound of a million hearts racing
The brilliant sound, I can feel it start pacing
Through a billion clouds, I can feel my heart chasing
I crawl through the smoke to the beautiful part waiting
And again I start waiting and again it’s all weighted
I’m back at the beginning with the walls that I hated
And the calls that I debated, it was all obliterated
A step to the right and and it was all commiserated
It was all the things I hated and nothing that I longed for
Safety in the misery of missing what I’d wrong for
Notes: I took a break from the project to vent something I needed to get out. It’s a bit convoluted, but here’s the general break down: I’m talking about the feeling of carrying around a weight and how it really takes everything out of you. When you try to get away from it, you wind up coming back, happy to see it, but again crushed by it. I hope that doesn’t sound cheesy.
OpenSearch Added
05 years ago
by bangbang023
in general
I’ve added OpenSearch to the site. For visitors with Internet Explorer 7 or Firefox, the browser will alert them to an available search plugin which will allow you to search the site from within the search bar in your browser. This is what the alerts look like:
Firefox (notice the blue highlight around the current search image):
Internet Explorer 7 (notice the orange drop down arrow):
To add Xpression to your available search engines, click the blue or orange section. In IE7, you will see the word “Xpression” with a star next to it in the menu. In Firefox, you’ll see a menu option clearly named “Add Xpression”. Click either of these and you can now search my site without having to go to the front page first. This should prove helpful every time you guys need to access those Firefox tweaks I posted long ago lol.
Customers: The WTF Edition
35 years ago
by bangbang023
in journal
Welcome to the Customers: WTF Edition.
Customer #1:
This woman purchased a television, four year warranty, screen cleaner and basic installation. She paid $1521 for everything. She came in wishing to return the TV and warranty so she could choose a different model. On the return part of the transaction she couldn’t understand why she wasn’t getting the full $1521 back. It took me more than ten minutes to explain to her that if she’s not returning everything on the receipt, she’s not going to get the full amount of money she paid back. That didn’t work, so then I explained to her that she was keeping $150 worth of merchandise and that’s why her refund was $150 less than what she paid. She still didn’t get it. I still don’t know how I managed to convince her we weren’t ripping her off and that it’s simple common sense we wouldn’t give her money back for product she wasn’t returning, but she finally got it.
Customer #2:
I was simply on may way to buy lunch. Unfortunately, this means traversing the parking lot where the species Customericus Retardus tend to gather. The following is the conversation I had:
Customer #2: You know, they should rename the store from Best Buy to Best Lie
Me: Ooooook
Why was that even necessary?
The Constant Abuse
25 years ago
by bangbang023
in journal
Talks are slowly underway again to possibly move me off the sales floor after the holidays and into merch full time.
I know I’ve asked myself this a lot and I’m sure you guys have asked yourselves: Why does he want to leave the sales floor when there’s more room for progress there? I’m going to give you an example why:
Yesterday, I spotted a middle aged woman looking at our flat panel television display and asked her if she needed any help. Ignoring my initial question, she responded with one of her own asking why the Sharp 1080p LCD’s were in a small subsection by themselves. I explained that we simply didn’t have enough room on the main wall for them. To this she goes into this speech about how Sharp is so much better and how Samsung makes Sony televisions. I explained ot her that both Sony and Samsung co-own the SLCD factory where the basic panels come from so they both make their own sets, technically. She insisted I was wrong and continued on about how much better Sharp was to which I replied, “Well, home theater is very subjective. I like the Sony’s and Samsungs a bit more”. Out of no where this bitch turns to me and says, “Well, you’ve been brain washed”. What…the…fuck? Because I don’t agree I suddenly don’t know what I’m talking about? I simply walked away without saying another word.
It’s this constant disrespect people show me that really pushes me away from wanting to be a salesman. I’m there to help. I never sell a customer too much and I try to give them little tips on similar products so they can save a little bit of cash here and there and this is the thanks I get for it. Every damn customer seems to think they know more than I do. Fuck that. I may not be the best salesman, but I sure as hell know my facts when it comes to home theater. I’ll be the first to admit my audio knowledge is lacking, but my video knowledge is better than most and definitely the best in the store.
I’m just tired of the battling. Sure I get some nice customers, but people generally have no respect for any one of the sales floor. We’re here to help and I’m, without a doubt, the most honest guy on the floor. I never rip anyone off or talk them into something they wouldn’t really need. Sure, that means my sales tend to be a little smaller than others, but the people who do listen to me usually wind up thanking me and refuse help from anyone but me, in future visits. The problem is, there simply aren’t enough of those people who are willing to give me a chance to speak. I’m tired of it.
I don’t know what’s going to happen. Look, I know I’m not always the nicest guy, but what’s so hard about showing someone respect? No matter what, I always treat the people who serve/help me, when I’m out, with complete respect. Maybe I don’t always agree, but I always treat them like human beings with the understanding that they have a job to do.
Either way, for now, I think I’m going to work on my sales tactics a bit. If people shut me out, I’m not helping. Simple as that. I’m not fighting with someone just so I can help them out when most others would rather grab every last cent from their hand. It’s just not worth it. Like I did for the crazy Sharp lover, I’m just walking away.
A Developing Project
15 years ago
by bangbang023
in journal
I don’t really have too much to talk about, but I’ll take this time to inform everyone of a project I’m working on. Currently, I’m in the process of writing a series of poems that will basically look at different stages of my life from high school to the present day. I only have one poem written, so far, but it is 48 lines making it double the length of my usual pieces. The big difference here is the fact that I’m willing to revisit my writing a day or two later and iron out some rough spots. This should, generally speaking, make some of it a bit more refined than my usual style of writing and posting within 20 minutes.
I really don’t know when I’m going to be done with this project or just how many chapters there will be (I’m looking at 4 or 5, right now), but none will be released until the entire thing is done. When I have it all said and done, I will release one every other day at noon. I’m hoping at least a few of you will look forward to this with some kind of anticipation. I’ll be saying some things I’ve never said before to anyone, period. It should be interesting.