Friday, June 20, 2008

You Look Like Shit (take 2)

About a month and a half ago I had two classic migraines within the same week, I was feeling anxious and had trouble sleeping so I went to see my doctor: Doctor Google. (not his real name)

Really, I've seen him do it. I'll walk into his office and proclaim that I'm growing a nipple on my leg, he will look at my leg, in turn proclaim that it's not a nipple, then go to his laptop, and proceed in googling my symptoms.

I could do that too.

Really I could.

And I have.

The only problem is that of course, I cannot prescribe any drugs to myself or anyone for that matter.

But if I could, I think I could pull it off in a lot of cases, to come up with a viable solution to whatever ails me.

Also to be honest, I could probably diagnose a lot of my peers. Recently, my dear Doctor Google had prescribed some Effexor (to me) for my anxiety and after reading quite a bit about that medication on the Internet, forums etc, I decided not to take any just yet.

I looked at my anxiety instead, I analyzed it and figured out why I was feeling anxious.

Then I looked at those reasons and worked on removing them from my daily life as much as possible.

One of the reasons, I concluded, was that I wasn't sleeping well, I decided that Sunday nights were the worst and since Dr.Google had prescribed some Apo-Zopiclone (basically sleeping pills) for 14 days, I decided I wasn't going to take them for 14 days straight.

Instead, I took them exclusively on Sunday nights at bedtime, after of course refraining from any alcohol intake. That helped a lot in the sense that now that I could sleep on Sunday nights, a full night of sleep, I could then start the week on a positive foot and proceed with it.

In fact, when I returned to see Dr.Google and explained the situation to him he didn't blink.

He didn't even seem surprised although I had hoped he might be. I was going to name this post "You should've seen the look on Dr.Google's face when I told him I had gotten over my anxiety without any Effexor." but he didn't give me an inch.

So I went for the current title.

Instead of looking surprised or arguing with me about the benefits of Effexor, before I had time to finish my monologue on how I had not taken any Effexor, he had printed out and signed a new prescription for more Apo-Zopiclone with instructions to take as needed and not abuse it as it is addictive.

OK.

That was quick, I was in and out in under 10 minutes.

I wonder if it had anything to do with the fact that the nurse who gave me the appointment in the first place, had omitted to enter it in the computer, so when I showed up yesterday they were not expecting me and, only after I proved to them I actually had an appointment by showing a business card from the clinic, with a handwritten date and time, in the nurse's handwriting, did they acknowledge my appointment and grant me a visit.

10 minutes later I was out of the office with a prescription for 30, potentially addictive pills.

Nice.

And they still don't allow me to prescribe myself drugs.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Why (do?) people piss me off take 2.

I've recently started taking the train and metro in order to get into work and back home. This will not only save me about 10/15 minutes per day in my commute, but it also should save me about 250$/month. As an added bonus I get to sleep an extra 10 minutes in the morning.

That's like a car payment. Really, you could buy a new Hyundai Accent (9995$) and finance it at around 10% from your bank and wind up with payments around the money I should save.

Now, I have nothing against other people, it's only natural that common transport systems like the train and metro would be at least 90% filled with commuters. However the problem I find is in how rude people are.

Most people are well mannered and behave rather nicely, they're friendly and polite and some even smell good. They'll move out of the way when you need to pass, they'll allow you plenty of room to sit or stand and most will even use the spots available for luggage to place their luggage...

Then you have the odd 1/10th of the populace. Who will not bathe if their life depended on it, and were raised in apparently, a barn.

No manners.

They will bump into you, not just once but continuously, with their backpack which they will of course not remove from their backs, and thereby take two standing spots instead of one.

Others will insist in keeping their huge bags on the seat next to them until you ask them politely to please remove them so you can fucking sit.

Others will take well over their alloted half of the common seats.

But my least favorite are the people with laptops.

You're already crammed in a train, like sardines, there is barely enough room to take your frigging hands out of your pockets, and they're sitting there, more like lounging, with a huge laptop on their laps, watching some movie or working on spreadsheets.

Which brings me to my next point.

I would not apply myself to a work related spreadsheet or power point presentation in a common transport system even if they paid me millions. Which if they did, I'd negotiate an arrangement to work out of my home... but I digress.

If your day isn't long enough to allow you to complete your work in the allotted 8 hour period, or whatever your workday is, you either aren't working efficiently during normal office hours, or you're overworked and your boss needs to hire you an assistant.

Also, for the no-life losers who sit in the train with a Dell on their laps, working on a power point presentation showing how the company you work for is going to sap the life out of existing customers while trying to gain more market shares:

Fuck You.

You don't deserve that sitting spot. In fact, I long for the day when normal 9/5 workers will revolt and spit attack you right where you sit arrogantly with your laptop on your lap.

For the other losers that need to be watching Seinfeld episodes on a fucking laptop;

What the fuck? Did you not notice how you can pick up a portable video player with up to 4Gb memory for like 100$? It would be much more portable and you'll look much less like a loser.

Still wondering why you're single? And living with your mom?

Yep.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Bye Bye Little Truck

Two days ago I placed an ad to sell my old truck. It served me well and gave me little trouble. I have a newer truck of the same model which is in better shape and honestly, if it serves me as well and gives me as little trouble as the one I sold, I'll be very very happy.



The one I sold...



I wasn't expecting to sell it that quickly. Sure, I knew it was going to sell, after all the price I was asking was more than reasonable but, for it to sell in just under 30 hours was a little surprising.

And for full asking price.

Wow...

It served me well once again.

Bye bye little truck, I hope to see you on the road one day and, thank you.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

The Curse of Incompetence in the Public Works.

I've lived in a particular area for over 10 years now and on a quasi-daily basis I drive by a specific stretch of road. Along the years several accidents were recorded here, mostly because of bad driving combined with horrific road design, road signals(signs), and poor safety precautions.

Normally, when you place a barrier to prevent automobiles from driving themselves off dangerous stretches of a road like say, a cliff, you place in such a manner as to make it relatively safe to hit it with said automobile and to thereby minimize the damage done to both the car, its passengers and the barrier.

For instance, if you were to hit the first post of a road barrier, you'd likely cause yourself more damage that if you hit the barrier in a sideswiping manner right in the middle of the stretch.

However the laddies at the transport ministry, being the mildly retarded chaps that they are, insist on killing bad drivers by placing the beginning of these road barriers exactly in the spot you might hit, if you lost control of your car in a curve and drove off road.

This results in the following:



Notice the scrunched up remains of the road barrier, also notice the weird sidewalk design where the sidewalk actually DROPS like on a driveway entry, allowing the automobile to further drive itself off the road in a more efficient and quicker way. Also, this is not the first time that particular barrier winds up that way, it usually will get repaired within a month or two (although this time it's been like that for over two months), but they replace it exactly where it was before; so that the first wooden post is the immediate target of any out of control car.

The other thing I notice is the launch-ramp there is right outside of the road, you can't see it on the photo but if you were to go stand on those launch-ramps...er, hills you could see the highway directly below them. You could jump off those and land on the highway, for added fun, they also have a service road blocked off on the left outside edge so you might think of landing on the service road, to then only wind up hitting a large yellow checker-patterned metallic sign.

I wonder, has anyone ever though of starting the damned barrier 50ft ahead? I'm almost 100% certain that SIDESWIPING the barrier would cause less damage to the car and its occupants that hitting that first post head on no?

Seriously, who do we have to fuck in order to get a decent/safe road system?