I just did my daily ride of the SoTPC, an hour and eleven minutes because I rode about two kph less than normal.I was fucked before I got on, my decaying right hip having given worm sign of an impeding replacement for the last three weeks, and the disinterest level was acute. I feel better for having done it. Not just physically, but mentally.
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This time it was the one for the good laptop—needed because I don't like using a laptop keyboard for the way your wrists have to sit upon it and the seeming fragility of the keys. I must have murdered about 10 keyboards at this point.
I let my finger nails get super long and weird looking. I finally trimmed them.
Nearly a year ago I provided feedback on a core issue. Well, fuck me, I found out the feedback impacted. Once again something past Mikey did caused wellness to spring forth.Being a low echelon super competent has its drawbacks—being paid attention when you're low of rank being the biggest challenge. But sometimes you succeed.WFTW.
I had to help a friend deal with some nasty old paperwork that caused them acute distress. I went straight from having done four hours of report generation (1) into assist mode for them then had to groove on some nasty old paperwork of my own when I got back to my desk.Neither event caused anxiety. That's wellness and it tastes delish.WFTW.
IBS flare, a nasty one. Thin worm slivers of green and foul, gut-churning gas. I've munged pills and now I'm going to try and ride some of the pain out. Somewhat ironic as riding itself comes with its own pain and ache.Thank fuck it's a public holiday 'cos I'd not have been in. I didn't want to be around it, let alone inflicting it on anyone else.The bike is daunting, like a mountain in the distance a wounded man must climb.
I wear my emotions on my face and I'm bad at disguising how I truly feel. I'd lost myself to a bit of dark introspection and as I strode back from the bathroom a manager asked if I was okay. I was honest; "had a flashback" I said."Take deep breaths, mate," he said as he strode on. I took some deep breaths and then I strode on.WFTW.
Our garden is a splendorous thing, especially when the solar lights kick in at dusk.I stood on the lawn by the light of the solars and the moon and savoured my victory at still being here.I've cheated death multiple times and I've had a profound impact. I've led and lead a meaningful life replete with moments of deep spiritual bliss—and I'm a fucking atheist.Please kindly to be sticking that in your pipe and smoking it. WFTW.
It's tough being a low echelon super competent. You've got these super powers but you have to deal with the views and attitudes of less capable people. And if you work in a an org with a rigid hierarchy that challenge happens more often than not. The trick is to educate not berate and show them the way ahead—but that doesn't always succeed and the challenge back is to try to accept it when it doesn't.I had to deal with upsetting paperwork, scanning it in for reference.