onsdag 29 augusti 2012

Well, that's quite unique!

I'm rather proud of just today having had an experience that very few can say they've had, namely having been simultaneously insulted about how stupid and useless I am and complimented on how helpful and good at my job I am.

See, this guy wanted help with a matter, but I couldn't help him. From what I could tell, there was nothing I could do. So I told him I'd connect him to someone else and put him on hold. Grabbing the attention of one of our coaches, I asked if she could figure out what the matter was.

Unfortunately, it turned out that there was an error in our system, and the man had been right all along, so I had the unfortunate job of explaining this to him and apologizing that we had made a mistake.

So, I took him off hold and explained the situation, and how we would remedy it. He was quite grateful that I was able to help him, and so he told me how helpful I was and how useless the other guy was. It turns out he thought I was a separate guy from the one he spoke to first.

So, beat that; I was told how great I was compared to myself who was a complete moron.

Isn't life great?

måndag 27 augusti 2012

Dezz!

Today, the topic will be death!


No, not in an emo way, shut up!

Thing is, I'm a big fan of finding shit out about the world, and death therefore fascinates me because we can know everything there is to know about it except what it's like.

Of course, the crux is that it is like nothing, in a very literal way, and that's very hard to visualize.

It's easy to imagine death as simply being blackness for all eternity, but that doesn't really cut the mustard for me. See, in order for there to be blackness, there'd have to be a consciousness to perceive it. Black, after all, is simply the result of an object absorbing most visible light, it's not an actual concept of nothingness.

But how do you imagine total oblivion? You're not seeing or hearing, you're just simply not at all. Everything just ceases. Me, I don't really fear that; I rather feel comforted by it. The concept of some kind of hell where anyone who doesn't worship the correct omnipotent cretin end up is far more frightening to me, if only because I'm unable to believe in a god in the first place!

Oblivion, on the other hand, has a sort of beautiful finality to it. You'll cease to be entirely, you won't feel pain or anguish, you won't feel boredom or fear. Best of all, you won't know that you're dead, and you'll certainly not miss being alive. You simply won't be, at all. You'll go from a state of being to a state of not being, which is exactly the state that you started out with before you were conceived.

It's great, isn't it? You get to experience a, hopefully, happy and fullfilling life, and when it's over you won't have to go all nostalgic about it because you'll be stone dead!

söndag 26 augusti 2012

Holy racial metaphor, Batman!

It rerally surprised me how spent I'd feel after three weeks of just sitting on my arse and doing nothing all day while a teacher explained the intricacies of something I'm supposed to do for a living later on. It shouldn't, though, seeing as how that's what I've been doing between the ages of 6 and 25 pretty much non-stop.

What also surprised me was how fun it would be solving problems for people. I know it's not particularly funny whenever I'm being serious, but it's really fulfilling to actually sort something out and be thanked for it afterward. Unfortunately, I have yet to have a taste of trying to help out an enraged dickpiston, so whether I'll hate the arsehole or just laugh my pretty big arts off is still up in the air.

This is the part where I throw another surprise in your face; my body sorta set itself in "I wanna work, dammit!"-mode, so on the weekends I'm basically bored out of my mind, just waiting for the work week to start again so I get the feeling I'm actually doing something worthwhile. I guess this is the feeling that is the only thing standing between working people and the next office massacre. I only wish I'll get to go to a party and get shitfaced at least once before the buzz wears off and I decide to initiate a nuclear war by phoning NORAD (Cookies to whoever gets the reference)!