I couldn't get out of here without it happening one more time, could I?

[uberreiniger]

This morning I had to sit at the front desk and listen to the support officer tell me about his side-career as an Ultimate Fighting competitor and how he uses Rob Zombie for his entrance music.

You meet some people with weird-ass personal lives when you're a security guard, that's for damn sure. The only thing they all have in common is that I never want to hear a word about it from any of them. I don't know if I'm just more private or more shy than other people, or if I just have the values of a different generation, but I just totally don't believe in sharing about one's hobbies at work when not asked to. I like to keep my work and private lives seperate. If a co-worker becomes a friend, great. But if I know one is never going to then I don't feel like I should force them to listen to my pointless bullshit stories, nor should I have to listen to theirs. Maybe it's just that personally, for me, I find nothing more tedious than listening to someone I don't know talk about a hobby I have absolutely no interest in.

I love how the weirder someone's hobby is, the fewer social graces they have. We were in the lobby of an office building at the highest-traffic time of day, and here he is going on and on loudly about stepping into an Octogon and trying to bash peoples' heads in. Moreover, I was very overtly trying to do something else the whole time he was talking. That's another thing. If someone looks busy I assume they don't want me to talk to them. I have weird hobbies too and I admit it, but come on people, how hard is it to have a little common fucking courtesy?

Do I suppose for one minute that any of my co-workers want to hear about the demon porno fiction I write in my spare time? FUCK NO. Does it seem in any way likely to me that they would like to hear about my difficulties in developing a plausible set of scientific rules for the electromagnetic propulsion technology in my mainstream sci-fi stories? ABSOLUTELY NOT. Would my fellow rent-a-cops perchance like to hear me bitch and gripe about how long it's taking Dimmu Borgir to record a new studio album? NOT BLOODY LIKELY. Do you think they might be able to offer some insight into the ongoing debate as to whether or not a Sidereal Exalted is better equiped than a Solar Exalted to hit an opponent with a Defensive Value of 15? I DON'T FUCKING THINK SO. Or maybe - just maybe - they might just care that a few days ago I beat the final boss in Silent Hill 3 in under three minutes. NO. NO. A THOUSAND TIMES NO!

So why do they think I care about whatever irons they've got in their fires?

I've got four days left before I actually have to start working for a living. I want to enjoy what little time I have. Really, why can't I just sit at the desk and write up game stats for my Dawn Caste Solar pirate in peace without having to listen to some pitfighter gable on about his love of Rob Zombie?

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[ghaidin.livejournal.com]

Really, why can't I just sit at the desk and write up game stats for my Dawn Caste Solar pirate in peace without having to listen to some pitfighter gable on about his love of Rob Zombie?

Because life is hard and at the end you die?
Or because if he's bored and you're there... well, you're (unfairly) fare game.

[ghaidin.livejournal.com]

well, you're (unfairly) fare game.
One wonders if I meant (unfairly) fair game. Though fare also sounds good...

did i ever tell you about any of my weird hobbies? See, there is this old manga (and anime) from the 80s that... *runs away*

Talking about hobbies, have you heard anything about RA Jordan being gravely ill? (as if one could be just-so-so ill, but well you get my point)

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

I'm told it's some sort of rare blood disorder and the prognosis isn't good, but I haven't heard anything more beyond that.

[stitchedsutures.livejournal.com]

When I was in college, my Dungeon Master (I still get crap for mentioning that term sometimes) was a security guard for Mrs. King... the living heir to King Soopers grocery stores in Colorado. The dude spent almost every night writing up bios for ever NPC and ever weapon he wanted us to come across for that Saturday's RIFTS game.

That was pretty sweet, looking back on it.

[ghaidin.livejournal.com]

my Dungeon Master (I still get crap for mentioning that term sometimes)

It does have an odd sound to it, you must admit it (well, maybe the fact that I've been talking about BDSM a fair amount lately doesn't help, but still...)

The dude spent almost every night writing up bios for ever NPC and ever weapon he wanted us to come across for that Saturday's RIFTS game.
That was pretty sweet, looking back on it.

Very much so. There are loads of them, nice people ;)

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

When I was in college, my Dungeon Master (I still get crap for mentioning that term sometimes)

How come?

[ysathora.livejournal.com]

Now would have been the perfect time to say, "Dude, no one cares."

[stitchedsutures.livejournal.com]

I love how the weirder someone's hobby is, the fewer social graces they have.

SO true! I wish I could've gracefully ducked out of so many conversations that fit under this umbrella.

[donkeyjon.livejournal.com]

A man.

At the store.

Told me about a story he was writing.

It was about furries. Skunks, in fact.

Female Skunks.

In space.






FEMALE FUCKING FURRIE ANTHROPOMORPHIC FUCKING SKUNKS IN FUCKING SPACE IN A FUCKING SPACESHIP PILOTED BY SKUNKS

So...in short, I can sympathize.

[ysathora.livejournal.com]

I think that should count as harrassment, and you should be allowed to kick him out.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

For once I am speechless...

[fadedsecret.livejournal.com]

Do I suppose for one minute that any of my co-workers want to hear about the demon porno fiction I write in my spare time? FUCK NO.

*SNORT* The funny thing is, if I were working with you, I would like the hear about it. ^_^

AND about how you beat the SH beastie.

[uberreiniger.livejournal.com]

And if you worked with me I would be all over you trying to get you to read it :) Because I know you, unlike my co-workers, would totally dig it. That's one of my strengths as a writer, I feel. I know my target audience :)

As for the God, it's actually just a matter of having enough bullets. I barely fired a shot this entire playthrough (which meant a LOT of restarting after getting clobbered by Pendulums and Closers in close combat,) and was able to just spray her with gunfire at my leisure. The first time I played it I arrived at the end with only a handful of pistol bullets and maybe one medkit and two health drinks. It took me hours to beat her because I was having to try and fight her with melee weapons. Not this time!

[fadedsecret.livejournal.com]

I don't recall if we had trouble with the God. I know we don't use the guns that often, to conserve bullets, thus we ALWAYS have bullets lol.

[elvinborn.livejournal.com]

I think you should tell him about all those things. at length. just out of retaliation. *nods* ooh! you can include hand gestures. The sweeping kind that make a person sitting next to you have to duck to protect himself!

[ysathora.livejournal.com]

I like the way you think.