Leaving Chalkida

I’ve finally figured it out. For years now I have been saying that I just do not fall prey to nostalgia. I react to the mere mentions of things like high school reunions with a dead, thousand yard stare and a look of utter confusing, expressing my disbelief that anyone could think such an idea…

Some kind of closure

I tried and failed a few times to write a comprehensive conclusion to the series of events that I labeled here with the tag ‘THE JOB THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED’. I never could manage to do it. I found a handful of metaphor that I though might help, but none of them felt right….

Joining the Brass Polishers Union of the RMS Titanic

Back in high school I took a bunch of drafting and technical design classes.  One day I came into the class and found along the back wall of the computer lab where the class was hosted was a vector design of the RMS Titanic. “Behold,” the teacher told us, “the symbol of this class!” It…

The coworker who brought her jeans to work – a conclusion (sort of, maybe not)

This is the conclusion to some previous blogposts, which can be found here and here. _____________________________________________________________________________________________ People think that hate is bad. They are not wrong, but I often find that one people talk about it they do so as if it is maximally bad, as if hate is the worse thing you can have…

Tiny victories

I love it when people are wrong. I love it even more when people are wrong by way of illogic and superstition. I have mentioned that I do not particularly care for my flatmate. I, in fact, think she is pretty terrible, so I enjoy it pretty heavily when she does something a bit off….

“I’m not a racist BUT…”

I went on the worst date imaginable with a person who was comically racist. I want to talk about it. Ok, let’s get the background to this story out of the way as quickly as we can. I didn’t have much of a desire to use Tinder. I don’t date for the most part, and…

The coworker who brought her jeans to work

I am reasonably sure that I have spoken about the one quote I live by from a favorite movie of mine. The movie, which I was turned on to by my mother, is a 2000’s Italian film called ‘La Lingua del Santo’. The quote? Let me translate loosely (and from memory): It was at that…

Respect from the worst places

There is a game you can play. Frankly, I can’t recommend enough that everyone try to go out and play it. The only problem is, playing this game works better the more people you have. You need an even number of participants for this game. For every two participants, write the same integer on two…

Volunteers suck. Sharing space with them is even worse.

I spent a month living with the other volunteers in a shared house. The experience was miserable. To paint the scene for you, here was the situation. The company I work for rented a house that was a little out in the middle of nowhere. It was a twenty minute walk to the nearest town…

Peaple R smrt.

I’ll put a date on this post. I am currently writing this on Sunday, the 12th of April, 2020. I am, like pretty much everyone the fuck else, stuck at home, not doing anything. That’s just the way things are right now, and I will have to deal with it. Fine. I’m actually doing really…

A simple Syllogism

New work places mean new colleagues. Figuring these people out is always a minefield. but sometimes a fun one to do. But it is also a treacherous road to walk, because one the sun sets on your initial opinion of some of these people, you can quickly become very disheartened indeed. I’ve had a lot…