Saturday, December 03, 2005

063: A YEAR AGO TODAY
Caught off guard by a bout of 'everything is going wrong!!!' I thought I'd take a few moments to reflect on what I was doing a year ago today.
Not knowing exactly what I was doing on December 3rd, 2004, I can only venture a guess.
I was working in what has now taken the cake as my worst job ever. Primus. A telecommunications company. I use the term lightly.
Grateful to be granted reprieve from my prestigious box-assembling job, I took the position at Primus without really thinking about what I was getting into. That, and I needed the money.
Faces encrusted mens rooms, bland boring people who listen to too much Linkin Park and are always 'about to break'.
More foreigners and non-english speaking employees than you can shake an empty boat at.
The only positive side effect of this job have ended up being Trip and Hoda, two of my closet allies who have now earned a place in my heart, and my dysfunctional extended family.
But not only that, I had very few friends, a rocky yet rewarding relationship, and my very first car, Sox. That blue 1991 Ford Falcon streaked a course of adventure across this city in the year and a half I had it.
So when I think of those things, those problems that I had back then, I remember them seeming like the biggest issues in the world. Gargantuan obstacles set before me that I had to overcome. Little did I know what awaited me.
Oobviously, logic prevails, and my brain tells me that the problems of the day always seem like the biggest, nastiest ones.
The thing is - I miss last years problems.
They were like some sort of hemmoraging wound that felt so deliciously good. Sort of like losing blood. Initially, it's very painful, but after the first litre or so, you begin to relax and enjoy the eerie calm that washes over your body.
I almost get misty eyed thinking about a particular fight, or the $800.00 alternator in my car that I had to replace on the hottest day of the year.
What were the rest of y'all doing round this time last year?

8 Comments:

Blogger Mel said...

I know the feeling of which you speak, I refer to it as the comfort pain, or suffering. When you are so used to that feeling it becomes almost a companion to you, and you look back now and almost wish it were here.
A year ago today - hmmm...most likely I was pulling my hair out thinking about Christmas presents, I was recovering from throwing Craig a 30th, and I had just changed my hours at work - so that was fun. You know what? We're going to do a 2005 - the year that was - as a blog post, and we can kiss it goodbye. Bring on 06. :)

8:26 AM  
Blogger Denny said...

Yep, even the worst time of your life can turn into some sort of inverted comfort-zone once you get used to it. Bit masochistic in a way.
me last year ? Too much like this year to really want to think about it too much - I'm trying to stave off the Xmas Depression for a for more days at least

11:49 AM  
Blogger Slim said...

Wow it's so great to hear that you guys can relate to this feeling.

Here I was feeling all maladjusted cause I missed being in that awful place of my life.

Mel, the last entries of this year are sure to be a greatest hits of 2005 (or at least the singles collection)

Denny: the Xmas rage/depression has hit pretty hard this year. I'm with you. My solution - be drunk. See journal entry number 62.

12:33 PM  
Blogger Denny said...

Slim - I did the drunk thing twice on the weekend. As a consequence Sunday was a recovery write-off day.

1:12 PM  
Blogger izchan said...

hmm ... is it a problem if I love my job?

4:02 PM  
Blogger Slim said...

Iz: Not a problem, you're in the rare minority.

Denny, good for you. No offence but you seem to party harder than I do. I'm mildly distressed by these recent developments.

6:20 PM  
Blogger mocushile said...

Iwas perving at u walkin in and out of that office

you are rite best thing that ever happened to me at primus
is you and trip

and the money I saved for my 7 year on hold trip you have no idea
how this is a dream came true

8:11 PM  
Blogger Denny said...

Harder perhaps, but I suspect perhaps not as frequently. Takes me far too long to recover these days.

11:44 AM  

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