with possibility of tornados coming through, everyone's on edge, me especially. dashing has been thin lately, with either not enough business or way too many dashers, and i suspect the latter - but life is busy and no time to get another job or do one of many things that could supply the income in one form or another. the dashing will pick up though with the weekend and bad weather i'm sure.
my little computer is having trouble with its s- key and d- key. since i mostly use it to cruise around the web, read the news, check my marketing stats etc. it's not such a big issue except late at night when i want to play online boggle, and some games are just a wash because they have too many s's and d's. i'll have to get the keyboard fixed but in the meantime i'm a little frustrated.
then i get on there early this morning to check the news and two marketers i've befriended check in. one is nigerian and one is from miami but living in LA. both love to talk and engage etc. but the s-key and the d=key mean i have to avoid words that use them, because especially with the d i can press and press and nothing happens. eventually i have to tell them and just get off facebook. time to get kids off to school anyway.
with the bad weather rolling in i'm thinking of hiding cars in the garage all day but i signed up for a dash in monmouth and i'll probably take it. good or bad weather, get out there and take fast food to people. people need to eat. as bad as the fast food is for their health, it at least keeps them going to another day, and this goes for my son too who lives on complete garbage and has for years now. i've bben unable to do anything about it and now my life is a combination of dashing for money and dashing for him. a lot of dashing going on.
the first marketer i befriended because i didn't know that friending people was a marketing ploy. she hustled me unsuccessfully, but then she went out of business, lost her home, had to give her kids to someone, and ended up on the street for a while, but now she's found jesus and seems to have a church community that is keeping her afloat. i stay in touch with her as friends because i know that when you're on the street you need that connection with anybody and at least she's getting on facebook and checking in regularly, whatever the circumstances of her instability, the marketers all seem to have that in common. to be a marketer they have to come on all professional and have a slick webpage, etc., and many of them use words like "collaborate" in their pitch like you're going to get right down in there with them and help them spend your money. in fact they don't have any more or better tricks than i do to get my book out there but they are like sharks in the sense that when they sense weakness or blood, like you might give in, they can be relentless. i don't care. i make it clear i won't give them any money and then if they still want to be friends that's ok. that's why i have these two and only these two left, besides the woman, who is no longer a marketer.
at the little house kids started in on the junk, throwing it around, moving it, throwing tools into buckets full of junk, that kind of thing. one kid ripped out a flimsy window covering so now it's partly exposed to the elements. i quickly grabbed up all my tools and put them in my car where they wouldn't be so quick to grab them. the problem is that they'll use some of them as weapons in their play as they are a bunch of rowdy kids who don't care much for school and have a lot of built up frustration and rage against the world and everyone in it. give them a small shed full of crap and they'll just throw it all around - they don't know what else to do with it. and i'm not sure i have time to show them.
in the house they moved out of, there are six broken windows and three broken doors. one of the doors ended up outside where it was ruined by weather. lots of glass ended up out there too. it turns out they know how to break it better than how to clean it up.
slowly i need to teach them how to respect stuff and take care of their humble shed. ir's an old railroad house, two stories high, well built originally but with so many windows busted out it's fallen into some disrepair over the last 90 or 100 years. if i think about it i can see how boys in their condition would light out into it like kids in a playhouse but there's almost nothing i can do about that - i'm not going to be over there every minute.
such is life. the tornados roll in, or whatever weather this storm carries. i go out to dash and clean up an old house and a shed. the marketers are out there circling their prey. some things go toward chaos. others are recorded in perhaps a futile attempt to understand them while other people do drastic things just to maintain some dignity. life goes on.
my little computer is having trouble with its s- key and d- key. since i mostly use it to cruise around the web, read the news, check my marketing stats etc. it's not such a big issue except late at night when i want to play online boggle, and some games are just a wash because they have too many s's and d's. i'll have to get the keyboard fixed but in the meantime i'm a little frustrated.
then i get on there early this morning to check the news and two marketers i've befriended check in. one is nigerian and one is from miami but living in LA. both love to talk and engage etc. but the s-key and the d=key mean i have to avoid words that use them, because especially with the d i can press and press and nothing happens. eventually i have to tell them and just get off facebook. time to get kids off to school anyway.
with the bad weather rolling in i'm thinking of hiding cars in the garage all day but i signed up for a dash in monmouth and i'll probably take it. good or bad weather, get out there and take fast food to people. people need to eat. as bad as the fast food is for their health, it at least keeps them going to another day, and this goes for my son too who lives on complete garbage and has for years now. i've bben unable to do anything about it and now my life is a combination of dashing for money and dashing for him. a lot of dashing going on.
the first marketer i befriended because i didn't know that friending people was a marketing ploy. she hustled me unsuccessfully, but then she went out of business, lost her home, had to give her kids to someone, and ended up on the street for a while, but now she's found jesus and seems to have a church community that is keeping her afloat. i stay in touch with her as friends because i know that when you're on the street you need that connection with anybody and at least she's getting on facebook and checking in regularly, whatever the circumstances of her instability, the marketers all seem to have that in common. to be a marketer they have to come on all professional and have a slick webpage, etc., and many of them use words like "collaborate" in their pitch like you're going to get right down in there with them and help them spend your money. in fact they don't have any more or better tricks than i do to get my book out there but they are like sharks in the sense that when they sense weakness or blood, like you might give in, they can be relentless. i don't care. i make it clear i won't give them any money and then if they still want to be friends that's ok. that's why i have these two and only these two left, besides the woman, who is no longer a marketer.
at the little house kids started in on the junk, throwing it around, moving it, throwing tools into buckets full of junk, that kind of thing. one kid ripped out a flimsy window covering so now it's partly exposed to the elements. i quickly grabbed up all my tools and put them in my car where they wouldn't be so quick to grab them. the problem is that they'll use some of them as weapons in their play as they are a bunch of rowdy kids who don't care much for school and have a lot of built up frustration and rage against the world and everyone in it. give them a small shed full of crap and they'll just throw it all around - they don't know what else to do with it. and i'm not sure i have time to show them.
in the house they moved out of, there are six broken windows and three broken doors. one of the doors ended up outside where it was ruined by weather. lots of glass ended up out there too. it turns out they know how to break it better than how to clean it up.
slowly i need to teach them how to respect stuff and take care of their humble shed. ir's an old railroad house, two stories high, well built originally but with so many windows busted out it's fallen into some disrepair over the last 90 or 100 years. if i think about it i can see how boys in their condition would light out into it like kids in a playhouse but there's almost nothing i can do about that - i'm not going to be over there every minute.
such is life. the tornados roll in, or whatever weather this storm carries. i go out to dash and clean up an old house and a shed. the marketers are out there circling their prey. some things go toward chaos. others are recorded in perhaps a futile attempt to understand them while other people do drastic things just to maintain some dignity. life goes on.
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