Thrifting is anthropological, curatable, functional, fanciful, and recalibrating. I can study an area based on what the average citizen donates. I collect many things. I occasionally need things and some things are just curious enough to own. Most important for me, if I’m stressed out, feeling anxious, or otherwise “not so self-assured,” walking through thrift stores reminds me to take it easy for a bit. There is no hurry exploring materialistic gardens of fascinating junk.
3AM, 6AM, doesn’t matter. It’s too early. Gotta get up. Outta bed now. Zombies look better. Get that coffee. Focus on something. Distraction from sleep. Get some food. Still groggy. That drive’ll suck. How’s the weather? It’s cold out. Warm in bed. Still gotta go. Can’t use sick leave right now. Just get going. Gotta dress nicely. Gotta look presentable. “Where’s my purse?” Warm up the car. Now I’m late. Today’s gonna be a grind.
The world of “The Story” can’t just anecdotally revolve around John and Trishna. Learning about related and peripheral characters can help enrich the overall narrative, especially as I start digging into details. Why do Trishna’s parents, Divit (left) and Brigit (right), own a farm? It’s hard work compared to our current digital work. Was it out of appeal? How much of it was out of necessity? Are farms even profitable in their world? Let’s explore.
Five years in March since I last drank any alcohol, five years in March since I last consumed any cannabis, and I just passed two years without taking anything that could affect my mind or body, other than caffeine or naproxen. This’s the one I’ve had the most trouble talking about because… how can I put it… …this is the counter that says I need to close any cheating loopholes. I am addicted to weakness.
The eleventh draft of a proprietary document I spent weeks writing, locked under a legally-binding non-disclosure agreement, was 3,573 words. The twelfth draft was 3,676 words. Less than 10 people will ever have a need to read, or even skim through, that document. Once this gig’s up, it may reside somewhere for historical purposes, or it may be destroyed. I still took the same pride in placing my name to this document as anything I’ve written here. Why?
I enjoy working the gig life because I get paid to travel, meet people, make friends, and see how people work. I can steal the ideas I like, shed the ideas I dislike, and adapt to more circumstances quicker. If I’m away from “Zeal,” my home office, for long hours on one gig, then I can figure out ways to make the time I do have here more productive, especially as I renovate the space.
I was in athletic shape once. I worked hard for months, rigorously studying fitness, until stopping for years. Careers are similar. You get the degree and perhaps opportunity, until you stop trying. Maybe you don’t get fired, laid off, or underemployed. Maybe it’s just you get disenfranchised. The nice thing about being a contractor, workin’ “the gig life,” is that your career fitness is always in athletic shape. You’re always fit and ready to work.
There’s a gag in New Game!, a cute-girls-doing-cute-things anime about videogame development, where director Shizuku (right) presents whimsically unreasonable change requests to chief programmer Umiko (center). It’s amusing, until you’ve worked enough gigs where customers innocently request major changes even after deadline. Then, you empathize with Umiko. Some adjustments are fine. When seemingly-innocent requests actually require extensive research, dev-time, and rewrites, the customer isn’t always right. Showing these career nuances makes watching New Game! worthwhile.
Season 1: ★★★★☆ [4/5]
Season 2: ★★★☆☆ [3/5]
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“I.T., this is Sam.”
“Sam, Tia. Got a weird one, but first, how’s your baby? Healthy?”
“She’s stoked to be over at my parents this week, thanks-”
“Sure. Occasionally seeing this since yesterday. Rebooted. Sent you photo. Says battery life: 6800 hours.”
“Huh. Well, does it hold a charge?”
“Yes, going bad?”
“Probably… I’ll email you the battery model. Expense it, send me the weird one, and let me know if it persists.”
“Sure, appreciated. Bye!”
The tragedy of working is that once you get employed, your life or at least your inner monologue, revolves around work. You think of the victories and failures of work… oh, hey… this was supposed to be this week’s update to “The Story…” Even in this idyllic setting, where John (right) and Trishna (left) are lounging in the snow, they might still be working, in their minds. Unless, they’ve been working part-time or short-term gigs!
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