I had one of those mornings where I wake up around 5 am to take a piss, then struggle to go back to sleep, then go back sleep, but then wake up an hour later, then go back to sleep, I think, then wake up in another hour. I wasn't sure if I was awake or asleep, which probably means I was asleep.
I wake up about 7 am, throw on the walking dog/workout clothes and take the dogs for a quick walk. It felt good out. The air was a little crisp. The sun wasn't quite up all the way, but it was light out. I finished with the dogs, filled my water bottle up, strapped on my heart rate monitor and headed to the park for the training routine I'm currently engaged in, dreading that this one was going to be slightly brutal. And it was. Ramping up the difficulty before it's warranted will have that effect.
But I finished it, having become a better man, a saint even, than when I started. Then I headed back to the house and went back into daydreaming about having a mini gun mounted to the roof of my car so all I have to do is designate targets and the gun does the rest. It's a fun, stress relieving activity that I like to play. I'm thinking of making a video game about it. I'm going to call it, Suck It All You Asshole Stupid Fuck Drivers, Die. $9.99 at the Walmarts.
I got home, started steaming some broccoli for my lunch, made a protein smoothie out of bananas, celery, and frozen watermelon, then hopped in the shower. While I was scrubbing my balls and feeling the horny between my legs, I felt good, happy, glad to be alive. I don't normally feel that way on a Monday. My usual feeling is dread. Not terrible dread, but more like, "ugh, fucking Monday." Maybe the borderline brutal workout had something to do with it? I don't know, but THEY say that exercise releases feel good chemicals in your brain. So there's that.
On the way to work, I stopped by a real office building, the kind that has a security station in the lobby, the kind that makes me feel like I need to be wearing a suit and tie just to walk into the place, the kind that gives off the illusion that the people who work inside the building have all their shit together. Needless to say, I felt out of place.
I had to drop off the security deposit for a place we're going to rent, a house, in the suburbs, closer to the jobs. Yippie. The people I was dropping off the money to were more than happy to accept it, even if I was dressed like an extra in a Nirvana video.
EARN 1K - LESSON 3: WHAT NOT TO DO
Don't do certain things, like Twitter or Facebook. Don't do anything that doesn't help get you closer to answering, "how can I get a paying customer."
You have to put on a different costume when you walk through the doors of an office, when you punch in at the job. You have to become a different person. There's no room for your personality, your anger, your personal problems, anything that gives the slightest indication that you have feelings or thoughts or whatever. You have to show up ready to smile, ready to work, ready to serve the master.
All the people you work around are your enemy. There ain't no such thing as friends in the workplace. You might go have a beer or two with some, or do whatever, go bowling, whatever boring time killing people do. They may like you, you may like them. Big deal. They're all agents of The System. They'll all tell on you, throw you under the bus, and/or slit your throat at any time. Never trust them. Ever. They are all drones, conditioned to be pawns.
Don't get tangled up with them. Don't share secrets or expose yourself whatsoever to any of them. Come in, shut your mouth, get your work done, smile, and go home.
I was wondering what it would take to completely unplug from The System. You know, “go off the grid.” It’s like I have to give out every bit of information about me, as a person living in the world who goes to a job, makes money, consumes, and does other stuff, when I want to do anything. Like, for example, leasing a fucking house.
And I’m also convinced that the whole jobs-money-consume thing is a scam. Because I go to work to make money. I make money because I need to pay bills and buy food and have a little leftover, so I can stash it away somewhere so when I start shitting my pants in old age I’ll be able to pay someone to clean it up. Then I get nickel and dimed to death with fees, and taxes, and hidden costs. Everyone has their hand out. And most of those hands aren’t optional to put money in.
So, yeah, I was thinking of what it would take to completely go off the grid.
I’ve always hated dealing with errors in applications. It’s the biggest pain in the ass. On the one hand, I want to deal with all errors gracefully, letting the user remain ignorant. But on the other hand, sometimes, fuck, most of the time, it’s impossible to not stop operation and tell the user something bad happened and let them decide how to proceed.
That’s my struggle right now with Knorbi, what to do with error messages. Like, if you open a new project while working on a current one and the current one doesn’t save, what do I do? The simple answer is to just throw an error and abort the whole operation. A more complex answer is to tell the user and let them decide how to proceed. Keep going? Abort? An even more complex answer is to do some fancy juggling under the hood, saving the file off to a known good destination and never telling the user what’s going on. Of course I chose the simple option, for now.