Did it again >:D

Frenotx: "Man, why on earth did my internet just cut out?"

Windows: "Would you like me to diagnose it?"

Frenotx: "Stfu. You and I know that thing never works."

Windows: "You sure? I think I know what the problem is..."

Frenotx: "Yeah right. I can't think of a single time where you've helped. Jeeze, what is going on?! I can't even get my available wireless networks to show up!"

Windows: "Come on man, give me a chance!"

Frenotx: "FINE. What is it you're so eager to tell me?!"

Windows: "Your wireless radio is off."

Frenotx: *Slams shut the laptop, and goes to sleep for the night* "Man, I don't even NEED the internet, tonight."
 

Report from the Field, Monday
WTF lab contents of the day: Radioactive chlamydia.
...I'm not even kidding.

It would seem that I have made friends with Lady Luck. While everyone else seemed to have a rough night (only putting in mid-to-low 400's) I managed to lead the team with a respectable 505. I am rather pleased with this number, as it is the amount of lamps I need to install a night in order to match my hourly equivalent. That is, 505 limes is the amount I need to put in in order to make as much money as I would if I were working on my hourly rate, instead of piecerate.


In other news, it would seem that the lack of clearance to work on Fridays is not entirely the fault of John. In order for my crew and I to work that extra day, the security guards that escort us throughout the facility need to get payed overtime. At first, this was one of the primary hurdles preventing Friday work. Some time last week, though, my company offered to pay the overtime expenses out of it's own pocket, for the sake of speeding the project along. UCSA seemed to be OK with that for a while.

Then, in the middle of the week, they decided that they wanted all of the overtime to be payed up-front. Since my company has no way of knowing (with any real certainty) how much longer this job is going to take, this caused some problems. Until the two companies quit tiptoeing around and settle their differences, I'm stuck with M-Tr.

About the Author
I'm not really in the mood to write right now, so I'll be brief tonight.

One of the main driving forces in my life is my crippling fear of being an inconvenience to others. I absolutely dread the idea of somebody thinking to themselves, "Man, I sure wish that Quills character weren't around..." It's not that I want people to necessarily enjoy or seek out my company, I just never want them to regret it. My absolute goal in every interaction is for it to either end with a positive feeling, or at the very least, no feeling at all.

This leads to some interesting consequences. For one, people who don't know me often see me as stand-offish, or unapproachable. A lot of this is because I'm absolutely terrible at starting conversations with new people. Whenever I get into a situation where I could start talking with someone, I'm always paranoid that they might be bored with whatever subject I bring up, or just plain not feel like talking. Since either of those scenarios would leave the person feeling worse after interacting with me than before, the idea of them occurring absolutely horrifies me.

Due to this awkward way of seeing things, I often end up taking a rather passive role in social scenarios. I don't really feel comfortable talking until either: a) I hear a lull in a conversation about a topic I can contribute to, or b) Someone comes directly up to me and initiates a conversation. I even feel a little awkward in situation a, because it's hard to tell if the initial participants of the conversation want anybody else to join.

So yeah, if you see me sitting on the edge of the action, don't assume it's because I don't want to talk to anybody. Instead, it's probably because I don't want to piss anyone off. Feel free to walk up and ask me a question, or present me with your opinion on something. I really do enjoy talking with people, I just don't like to be the guy who starts the conversation.

Until text time, this is your favorite lamp-installing, apparently shy, silly-lucky ottah-fawks wishing you a good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight.