Sins and virtues
Format inspired by this entry by Fictional Correspondant.
Luxuria - Filipina Colada continues to flirt with increased amounts of touching, whenever she happens to show up at the site with her parents. When you're bored and in a job you're not overly fond of, that can be a welcome diversion/distraction. Plus, how can you not dig somebody who says, upon hearing of someone younger than her who got pregnant, "That's like a punch to my endomitrium"? That's worth breaking Commandment #7 right there! Possible example: perhaps I can arrange a swap with Fictional Correspondant, trading Filipina Colada for Gypsy, because if I don't I might end up covering her in black pepper and sneezing all over her.
Virtus - Of course, I'm doing nothing about it. Partly because I'm not too interested, but it's possible I'd give her a whirl if her parents hadn't initiated the whole thing. Plus, I suspect she's just being friendly with what's around. Possible example: even when I look like Shiva from the extra pair of arms draped around me, I don't go for the obvious return move.
Gula - I spend too much time online, but more in line with the classical idea of gula, I've discovered the joys of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream. I used to be dubious about paying triple for less volume, but I have to admit that's a goddamn tasty ice cream. Possible example: hand-packed ice cream. Who knew?
Frenum - Of course, I usually only buy a 500ml container on the Friday or Saturday, and that does me for the week. 1040 calories for the whole shebang (I like that word), for those of you that count such things. Possible example: just because I want something doesn't mean I'll go and get it, even if it's well within my means. I tend to think there's some value in experiencing the difference between wanting something and reaching for it.
Avaritia - Other than keeping my time all to myself, I can't self-identify anything for this at the moment. I'm sure others would disagree. There's a hard drive and cpu I wouldn't mind picking up, but I can wait. Not because I can't afford it, but mostly because I don't particularly need either of them. Possible example: having only myself in my life, it's hard not to do things than don't have me as the focus. Shrug.
Liberalitas - What can I say? If someone needs something and I have it, that's that. It doesn't come up very often really. Possible example: I gave a bag of about eight bagels to a beggar the other week.
Acedia - This one has me - I'm a lazy bugger. Haven't delivered a slim IDE cable that should have been handed off months ago, I don't call people, I don't exercise as frequently as I should, I don't spend as much time learning as I used to. Possible example: I haven't done a single physics calculation in just under two years. TWO YEARS! I used to love that shit! And I'll get rusty if I don't. And I need to be more diligent about skipping rope.
Industria - Even though I know the job is ending, and that my own company doesn't really care about the site, I keep plugging away at it as diligently as I can. This is probably a misplaced loyalty, but I prefer to think of it as giving the client what they're paying us all those thousands of dollars each month for. Possible example: you don't take a day off work unless you physically can't make it in. Did I say "you"? I meant "I".
Ira - Yeah, I get mad. I get mad at people doing the things that people do out of pure selfishness, or for short term (apparent) gain at the sacrifice of the long term benefit. I get mad that my guards won't do what I think is an incredibly simple list of things to do, at possibly the softest site since Pillow Patrol at the Cotton Batten warehouse. Not to mention the sort of person who says "We need such-and-such", when it's completely clear that they simply want it. Possible example: whenever I hear the latest thing that one of my guards has done, I call somebody local (not connected to the site) and bitch about it. This blows off some steam, but I doubt anybody besides me gives a whoopity whoop. Like the guy I just removed from the site, who at his worst managed to get three hits during his entire shift, as opposed to the 50+ (non elevator) that I require. How lazy can you get? Oh, by sleeping? Yeah, he does that too.
Patientia - When I get reamed for the actions of my guards, I more or less take it stolidly. Usually with nothing more than "I'll talk to him about it" coming from me. If they ask me questions, I usually agree with what they're saying (not being a yes-man, they're just right) but I don't rip on my guards or company to the client. And when I deal with them later, I've usually played all the "making them cry" scenes in my head to get them out of the way, so I'm reasonable (but firm) when I do finally deal with them. There are excuses, there are denials, there is hostility. But I'm well seasoned to it at this point, so I can simply take it and move on.
Invidia - Not so much, really. I have to admit though, that I sometimes wish when I see certain people that I'd rolled out of the cart before I ended up where I am; job-wise, education-wise, travel-wise, hair-wise. Incidentally, you now know where the makers of the GeForce got their name from. ;)
Humanitas - I feel for those who have been thoughtlessly trod over by people who don't even realize it, and wouldn't care if they did. The countless small (and sometimes not so small) slights and denials and such that make life harder than it needs to be for many. This doesn't include you not getting the colour of the SUV you wanted slitch, when you already had more than you needed. Possible example: a guard physically near me (site-wise) called up Operations on the radio the other day with (paraphrased) "Operations, call the police!" They assented, but then asked what they were calling the police for. The answer (and the only one they got) came back as "Bad guys are doing bad stuff!" Even though it's funny (or maybe you had to be there, I don't know) I feel for the guy. Obviously he was stressed and his composure had cracked, and he wanted help in a big way. I never found out what it was exactly, but I heard the mobile unit that went to assist him radio in that it was all clear awfully fast for such a dire situation.
Superbia - I'm full of myself. And I say things in the definitive, even when they should be in the subjective. Also, I'm better than you. Really though, I think I may possibly milk my relationship with the client (i.e. they like me) for credibility when I'm dealing with an errant guard. Possible example: I don't let my guards rewrite their own orders - they have to do it my (better) way, despite their reasoning. I find the reasoning flawed, but that doesn't mean that they do.
Humilitas - I don't let you know how much better I am than you. ;) And if I can do something good without anybody knowing about it, that's the good stuff right there. Too many people have tooted my horn (kinky!) for me to need to do it too often myself. Possible example: in the forums I ghost around, I often PM information to people engaged in disputes so they can present it themselves in defense of what they're saying, rather than posting it myself with a smarmy comment.
Hmmm, this didn't turn out to be as interesting/amusing as I'd hoped. Ah well, it's all I've got. Let me shift the balance by telling you about Powerclown - the Vancouver-based middle aged, whiskey drinking, cigarette smoking, foul mouthed jerks who cover Iron Maiden songs in full clown regalia. Follow the link to see a picture of Pisstank and Sketchy, or check out this semi-mockumentary below:
I only know about these guys because Valium Wailer was at their concert at the Cobalt, and tried to tell me a story about what he was getting up to there, but I got stuck at the concept of of the band. Here's a clip:
Luxuria - Filipina Colada continues to flirt with increased amounts of touching, whenever she happens to show up at the site with her parents. When you're bored and in a job you're not overly fond of, that can be a welcome diversion/distraction. Plus, how can you not dig somebody who says, upon hearing of someone younger than her who got pregnant, "That's like a punch to my endomitrium"? That's worth breaking Commandment #7 right there! Possible example: perhaps I can arrange a swap with Fictional Correspondant, trading Filipina Colada for Gypsy, because if I don't I might end up covering her in black pepper and sneezing all over her.
Virtus - Of course, I'm doing nothing about it. Partly because I'm not too interested, but it's possible I'd give her a whirl if her parents hadn't initiated the whole thing. Plus, I suspect she's just being friendly with what's around. Possible example: even when I look like Shiva from the extra pair of arms draped around me, I don't go for the obvious return move.
Gula - I spend too much time online, but more in line with the classical idea of gula, I've discovered the joys of Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream. I used to be dubious about paying triple for less volume, but I have to admit that's a goddamn tasty ice cream. Possible example: hand-packed ice cream. Who knew?
Frenum - Of course, I usually only buy a 500ml container on the Friday or Saturday, and that does me for the week. 1040 calories for the whole shebang (I like that word), for those of you that count such things. Possible example: just because I want something doesn't mean I'll go and get it, even if it's well within my means. I tend to think there's some value in experiencing the difference between wanting something and reaching for it.
Avaritia - Other than keeping my time all to myself, I can't self-identify anything for this at the moment. I'm sure others would disagree. There's a hard drive and cpu I wouldn't mind picking up, but I can wait. Not because I can't afford it, but mostly because I don't particularly need either of them. Possible example: having only myself in my life, it's hard not to do things than don't have me as the focus. Shrug.
Liberalitas - What can I say? If someone needs something and I have it, that's that. It doesn't come up very often really. Possible example: I gave a bag of about eight bagels to a beggar the other week.
Acedia - This one has me - I'm a lazy bugger. Haven't delivered a slim IDE cable that should have been handed off months ago, I don't call people, I don't exercise as frequently as I should, I don't spend as much time learning as I used to. Possible example: I haven't done a single physics calculation in just under two years. TWO YEARS! I used to love that shit! And I'll get rusty if I don't. And I need to be more diligent about skipping rope.
Industria - Even though I know the job is ending, and that my own company doesn't really care about the site, I keep plugging away at it as diligently as I can. This is probably a misplaced loyalty, but I prefer to think of it as giving the client what they're paying us all those thousands of dollars each month for. Possible example: you don't take a day off work unless you physically can't make it in. Did I say "you"? I meant "I".
Ira - Yeah, I get mad. I get mad at people doing the things that people do out of pure selfishness, or for short term (apparent) gain at the sacrifice of the long term benefit. I get mad that my guards won't do what I think is an incredibly simple list of things to do, at possibly the softest site since Pillow Patrol at the Cotton Batten warehouse. Not to mention the sort of person who says "We need such-and-such", when it's completely clear that they simply want it. Possible example: whenever I hear the latest thing that one of my guards has done, I call somebody local (not connected to the site) and bitch about it. This blows off some steam, but I doubt anybody besides me gives a whoopity whoop. Like the guy I just removed from the site, who at his worst managed to get three hits during his entire shift, as opposed to the 50+ (non elevator) that I require. How lazy can you get? Oh, by sleeping? Yeah, he does that too.
Patientia - When I get reamed for the actions of my guards, I more or less take it stolidly. Usually with nothing more than "I'll talk to him about it" coming from me. If they ask me questions, I usually agree with what they're saying (not being a yes-man, they're just right) but I don't rip on my guards or company to the client. And when I deal with them later, I've usually played all the "making them cry" scenes in my head to get them out of the way, so I'm reasonable (but firm) when I do finally deal with them. There are excuses, there are denials, there is hostility. But I'm well seasoned to it at this point, so I can simply take it and move on.
Invidia - Not so much, really. I have to admit though, that I sometimes wish when I see certain people that I'd rolled out of the cart before I ended up where I am; job-wise, education-wise, travel-wise, hair-wise. Incidentally, you now know where the makers of the GeForce got their name from. ;)
Humanitas - I feel for those who have been thoughtlessly trod over by people who don't even realize it, and wouldn't care if they did. The countless small (and sometimes not so small) slights and denials and such that make life harder than it needs to be for many. This doesn't include you not getting the colour of the SUV you wanted slitch, when you already had more than you needed. Possible example: a guard physically near me (site-wise) called up Operations on the radio the other day with (paraphrased) "Operations, call the police!" They assented, but then asked what they were calling the police for. The answer (and the only one they got) came back as "Bad guys are doing bad stuff!" Even though it's funny (or maybe you had to be there, I don't know) I feel for the guy. Obviously he was stressed and his composure had cracked, and he wanted help in a big way. I never found out what it was exactly, but I heard the mobile unit that went to assist him radio in that it was all clear awfully fast for such a dire situation.
Superbia - I'm full of myself. And I say things in the definitive, even when they should be in the subjective. Also, I'm better than you. Really though, I think I may possibly milk my relationship with the client (i.e. they like me) for credibility when I'm dealing with an errant guard. Possible example: I don't let my guards rewrite their own orders - they have to do it my (better) way, despite their reasoning. I find the reasoning flawed, but that doesn't mean that they do.
Humilitas - I don't let you know how much better I am than you. ;) And if I can do something good without anybody knowing about it, that's the good stuff right there. Too many people have tooted my horn (kinky!) for me to need to do it too often myself. Possible example: in the forums I ghost around, I often PM information to people engaged in disputes so they can present it themselves in defense of what they're saying, rather than posting it myself with a smarmy comment.
Hmmm, this didn't turn out to be as interesting/amusing as I'd hoped. Ah well, it's all I've got. Let me shift the balance by telling you about Powerclown - the Vancouver-based middle aged, whiskey drinking, cigarette smoking, foul mouthed jerks who cover Iron Maiden songs in full clown regalia. Follow the link to see a picture of Pisstank and Sketchy, or check out this semi-mockumentary below:
I only know about these guys because Valium Wailer was at their concert at the Cobalt, and tried to tell me a story about what he was getting up to there, but I got stuck at the concept of of the band. Here's a clip:
posted by Rimmy at 10:28
2 Comments:
Do you really need to be more diligent about skipping rope? Does anyone?
Oh sure. There's a guy in my building (home, not work) whose entire workout appears to be nothing more than skipping rope for an hour a day, minimum. And he's in good shape.
It's got to beat going to the gym and puzzling through all the dungeon appliances they have there.
Not that I'm really going to start skipping rope, just that I should.
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