Greetings everyone!
It's been a spell since I've submitted an update in regard to my own general circumstances. I'd like to tip my hat to all both of my readers who reside in the United Kingdom - thanks for reading. My primary motivation In keeping this web log has always been to foster sympathy for one man's plight in a universe that is categorically opposed to my happiness and well being. Rest assured, esteemed and impartial reader, that I've still got a foothold in reality, and with your help we might defeat the forces of evil once and for all!
As a high functioning alcoholic, I'm hoping my observations surrounding finances might be of interest to some you out there. At face value, finances are just columns of numbers, but each and every number is associated with some value or some ideal - which is of empirical importance in predicting outcomes. Speculative reasoning. Associative predictors. Last year at this time, my wage was less than half of what I've been generating over the last month. The expectations involved with grafting in a short-order kitchen fall well beneath my many qualifications, but I just wanted an job that was within walking distance - something to put a few $20 bills in my pocket.
Now-a-days, I'm putting more $50 bills in my pocket, and my rate of alcoholic consumption, by dollar figures, is only about ten percent higher than when I was earning less than half as much money at the diner. This is beginning to sound like a grade five math problem, so let's just call it $24 / hour, averaging 30 hours per week.
I'm of the opinion that almost all working class Canadians are socialists. I'd consider myself more of a "loveliest" than socialist, but that's a topic for another day.
A web log, or any form of online account on social media, is an excellent means to document events in one's life. Last night I was posited by a close family member, to wit, a first cousin asked me over the telephone, "Blake, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Immediately my mind began racing with possibilities. Did I say something untoward while I was drinking?
"Well (my dear cousin), nothing that should be of any concern to you," was the gist of my response.
"I'm missing some money."
My heart sank.
"You are the only one who was in my house."
Presuming her "piggy bank" was in fact absconded with, and not misplaced, the above statement is undeniably false: namely because I would never even entertain doing such a disgusting thing to anyone - let alone a close family member.
Have you ever been falsely implicated of doing something? I know I've pointed the finger at others before, and perhaps the only thing that feels worse than being falsely accused by someone else, is when the target of your accusation is vindicated.
It's been a spell since I've submitted an update in regard to my own general circumstances. I'd like to tip my hat to all both of my readers who reside in the United Kingdom - thanks for reading. My primary motivation In keeping this web log has always been to foster sympathy for one man's plight in a universe that is categorically opposed to my happiness and well being. Rest assured, esteemed and impartial reader, that I've still got a foothold in reality, and with your help we might defeat the forces of evil once and for all!
As a high functioning alcoholic, I'm hoping my observations surrounding finances might be of interest to some you out there. At face value, finances are just columns of numbers, but each and every number is associated with some value or some ideal - which is of empirical importance in predicting outcomes. Speculative reasoning. Associative predictors. Last year at this time, my wage was less than half of what I've been generating over the last month. The expectations involved with grafting in a short-order kitchen fall well beneath my many qualifications, but I just wanted an job that was within walking distance - something to put a few $20 bills in my pocket.
Now-a-days, I'm putting more $50 bills in my pocket, and my rate of alcoholic consumption, by dollar figures, is only about ten percent higher than when I was earning less than half as much money at the diner. This is beginning to sound like a grade five math problem, so let's just call it $24 / hour, averaging 30 hours per week.
I'm of the opinion that almost all working class Canadians are socialists. I'd consider myself more of a "loveliest" than socialist, but that's a topic for another day.
A web log, or any form of online account on social media, is an excellent means to document events in one's life. Last night I was posited by a close family member, to wit, a first cousin asked me over the telephone, "Blake, is there anything you want to tell me?"
Immediately my mind began racing with possibilities. Did I say something untoward while I was drinking?
"Well (my dear cousin), nothing that should be of any concern to you," was the gist of my response.
"I'm missing some money."
My heart sank.
"You are the only one who was in my house."
Presuming her "piggy bank" was in fact absconded with, and not misplaced, the above statement is undeniably false: namely because I would never even entertain doing such a disgusting thing to anyone - let alone a close family member.
UPDATE: I've edited / retracted portions of this post, and have extracted the remainder for storage in my personal archives for the time being. I was feeling vulnerable at the time I wrote it, and I felt the need to doubly document the nature of the events by publishing the details online.
Have you ever been falsely implicated of doing something? I know I've pointed the finger at others before, and perhaps the only thing that feels worse than being falsely accused by someone else, is when the target of your accusation is vindicated.
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