I wound up waking before the sun this morning. I had to deliver a PC that I reloaded for a company. They make DNA and RNA. I have no clue what they do with it; every angle I take in inquiry comes back insainly short and simple. “Testing.” “Manufacturing.” I asked them what DNA stands for, Dual something neucrilic acid. Something like that.
Me: “What does that mean?”
Blank stares… “DNA.”
Me: “Is it a chemical, or a load of chemicals… something like that? I mean if it’s acidic that usually implys chemicals to me..”
Indifferent shurg: “No not really… it’s just the four different parts that make up DNA into it’s helix.”
Me “But if it’s manufactured, what is it made of?”
Puzzlement at the question: “DNA.”
GAH!! Their lack of curiosity in what their company does is… sad. If I sound like a idiot, get annoyed at my incompitance and explain so I never annoy you again! One of them was even a Biology major, she’s the one who knew about the four little peices that are sequinced to make up a strand of DNA. I learned that in grade school! What the hell people?
————-Tangent End
I set up their computer with little trouble. Just a lot of waiting for loads and finding software hidden in strange places.
After there I went to another location to look at a printer. It was making a nasty grinding noise and it wouldn’t print. Turned out that the load mechanism went to the crapper. So I talked to the Dell guy and have em send a new one. No big deal.
Then I went back to the office to do some e-mails and pick up another computer to reload. I should start that tonight… but meh. I love this job. It’s hard sometimes, but only because I don’t know something. Then I get through it, learn it so the next time it runs across the problem it’s cake. Arr Matee!
Anyway, after work I was invited to go cloths shopping with Amy and her mom at Pioneer Ct.Hs.Sqr. I’ve been wanting out of the house all weekend. Cloths shopping with two women isn’t my ideal choice, obviously, but meh. Out is out and the girls were amusing company when I was trailing behind from store to store.
For a good portion of the time I wandered the mall. I started with this little shop that Amy said that her ex used to go there while she was in the clothing store. I walk in a little ways in bewilderment seeing nothing of any interest at all. I notice that two people were watching me curiously.
“Can I help you?”
“What does this place do?” I asked.
“Sell stuff,” one girl said.
I looked at her and waited.
“We sell calenders, day planners, and other conveniances for keeping a schedule,” she said in a uninterested manner.
“You’ve said that a few times,” I smiled.
She grinned and nodded, “I’ve worked here a while.”
I with the two girls about nothing in particular. It was mostly just light hearted small talk. Quite amusing. Poor girls put in such a dull place to work. They asked me to come back later if I was still bored. lol.
That sort of thing happened a few times tonight. Small talk with tellers and helpers. They welcome the distraction, and I enjoy the interaction and practice. It was actually very fun and educational for me. Cloths shopping with a neutral female friend isn’t so bad 🙂
I’ve gone mute. Memorys of the day have been overcome by thoughts of philosophy. My mom is watching the Crucible. I hate this movie, but it’s not the movies fault. It pisses me off because it shows the depths people can go in order to keep a scuff from apearing on their name. A person would condem an innocent in order to save their fall. It makes my mind scream, “Make it stop! PLEASE!” Maybe that’s why I hate Desperate Housewives so much. Every time I watched (3 times) at a friends house that kind of thing happened every episode. It comes off as a comedy while it completely FUCKS morality. I felt sick to my stomach. It makes me genuinly afraid that law and the fear of getting caught will eventually outweigh guilt and compassion.
I know that I’m no saint. I flip people off if I’m in a bad mood and they’re in my way. I can lie or leave things out, or put things in a better light. I show people that I’m happy even though I don’t feel so great inside. Sometimes I’m remorsful for what I do, sometimes I just don’t give a shit. I’m human. But, damn it, don’t make it alright to feel guilt. Feeling guilt isn’t a weakness that distracts us from our goal. It’s not there to hold us back. It’s there to make us think about what we’re doing to other people. And ourselves. What’s the right thing to do? What if everyone did this? What if you keep doing this to everyone else? Where do you draw the line?
….. I’m done spouting. I’m in a somber mood now. I’m going to bed.
Geek of all trades (GOAT) 