Its no wonder...

I mean really. Its no wonder that things in this world happen in a certain way...
People talk about fate and destiny and chaotic theory and God's plan.

But what is it about things out of our control that inspire us so greatly to not want to try and control them? Is it the whole fact that being out of our control we shouldn't bother trying to beat something we know nothing about? Maybe that we have 'tried' and it just 'didn't work out as planned' so we let ourselves 'accept life'? Hmm..

I got an iPhone. It is most magnificent I must say... getting directions for everywhere I want to go (not that I need them I just think its swag is all), checking the latest in world news and finance and weather (not that I really care mind you, its all useless drivel to me... fascinating drivel, if you please), and then emailing, texting, phoning all my good friends (terribly important, really, I'm sure I'd die without it). But honestly, its a fun little trinket of a phone. Although its a horrid trouble trying to switch plans and keep a plan instead of getting hounded by cancelation fees and the such (its really such a drag). Not to mention my credit check is so horrible these days that my deposit was supposed to be $750!! My @#$@ing phone cost only $300!!! Tell me where that makes ANY sense... So I have to use some crooked GoPhone plan that seems a bit fishy if you ask me... Not that I truly care since my phone works and I am most pleased despite the whole lameness of events that transpired.

Work is going rather well. Things are turning up at the ol Alorica and the whole tamale is in fancy shape. A bit rocky (thats just how it goes in call centers) in the last month and a half or so but things are lookin brighter. I must say I have a certain pride about the whole place. Everyone tells you that it'll suck the life out of me. Hah. Tell that to the 18 yr old Asst Manager of Taco Bell down the street... The 48 yr old bagger down at Harmons... or the 70+ yr old seniors workin the Greetings at Wal-marts across the world. Jobs suck your life away, its just what they do. They part you temporarily from your family, friends, lovers, children... All for what? A paycheck under the requisite that your service be carried out with a smile? What habe you got to smile about? You are losing your lifetime to keep on surviving on this God forsaken rock so that one day, you can die, secure, and carefree. But you don't see that as bad at all. Its living, a living of your choosing, and once you see the flickers and moments of happiness it brings to the dinner table, to the hillside picnic, or to the local ballgame... Then you feel that pride. Not so much of what you're doing, or what you're makin.. But of the change you effect people with, good or bad. Either will tell you that you've made a mark somewhere. The world is billions of years old and you'll fill in for about 100 or so, give or take... Some fraction of time, barely measured. And yet still, for a moment, when you pulled back a chair for the lady, or bought your son that glove he's cherished, interrogated your daughters date to prom, or opened the door for a stranger. There is a human nature in all of us that is dying to make that fleeting mark. That we made a difference somewhere and now we can continue this trend of kindness. Or die, knowing that there was some good somewhere in out wretched upraising and now we can leave it all behind.

So silly...