A bone to pick with UPS

A little while ago, I came home to find the dreaded UPS Signature Required slip affixed to my front door.  I was really, really looking forward to something arriving at my house, and the package door slip, regardless which carrier it’s from, is about the worst thing on the planet anyone wants to see when they’re highly anticipating something.  And in this particular case of mine, it was from UPS.

I have a camera on my property, so I have video evidence of the UPS driver delivering my package and then walking away.  Three steps out of my front stoop, he turned around, retrieved the package, and proceeded to fill out the slip that I would eventually find on my door later in the day.

I was puzzled by this.  This was not the first time I had ordered from this particular merchant, and the previous instance, no signature was required, and my package was delivered to my residence without any problems.

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The most frustrating game since Battletoads

The difference with Battletoads was that you had a very finite number of lives, and once you were out it’s game over, and there were no substantial number of continues.  And when that happened, your NES controller typically went through a wall, foot through the console, and you didn’t have to worry about giving the speedbike levels another shot, and you could move on.

And if it was anything like Battletoads/Double Dragon, the game itself was aware of when you used cheat codes, and penalized you at the end of the game subsequently.

The point is, Donkey Kong: Tropical Freeze was pretty much the most frustrating game I’ve played in ages.  If I were a kid completely devoid of discipline and Prozac, the WiiU control would have been destroyed at least 72 times by the time I finally beat the game, but it was my girlfriend’s (I know, right) system, and she would have ditched me at the curb if I did such.  Needless to say, it made me feel boiling levels of game rage that I didn’t know I even still had anymore.

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Unnecessary demonstrations of status

For the most part, I’m okay with what I do for a living, and whom I do it for.  It’s nowhere near as cool as some of the things that my friends and acquaintances might be doing work for, but on the same token, I’ve got a degree of security and some particular perks that those same people might never have in their own respective careers.

But if there’s ever anything that lights an angry fire under my ass in an instant, is when people in a position of power attempt to make unnecessary changes to protocol for basically no other reason than that they want everyone underneath them on the organizational structure to know that they’re in a position of power.

The case in point that leads to this agitated rant is the fact that across the board is a supposed “updated” dress code that is going to become effective immediately as soon as it’s announced.  The new dress code, as it pertains to men, will be that we’re supposed to wear a dress shirt with tie; on a daily basis.

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Blogging will never die, as long as I can help it

Impetus: A well-known blogger decides to call it quits, Mashable deems such an appropriate occasion to write a requiem for the practice of blogging as a whole.

Much like billions of people don’t know who I am, or have ever visited my URL, I have no idea who Andrew Sullivan is, nor can I say that I’ve ever read the Daily Dish.  However, I do know that in spite of putting up quite a good fight for roughly about as long as I’ve been writing stuff and posting it to the internet under my own one-man operation, Andrew Sullivan is, like millions of would-be bloggers in front of him, another quitter.

Chalk the Daily Dish up as another blog that will have the plug pulled from it, to sit dormant and collect dust until the registration on the domain is eventually forgotten, un-renewed, and transforms into a link re-direct site by an entity with the wherewithal to try and capitalize on the negligent mistake URL search.

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The power of PowerPoint

I try and not have a lot of things in my life that I can legitimately say that I hate, as unbelievable as that may sound.  But seriously, I think that it takes a modicum of emotional attachment to hate something, and there are times in which I don’t want to give any particular person, place or thing the satisfaction of having some sort of attachment at all to me, even if it is one that of hatred.

But god damn, do I ever fucking hate PowerPoint.

Seriously, nothing ruins my day faster than having to do something in PowerPoint.  Projects in PowerPoint not only make me want to quit my job, they make me feel like the world is this gigantic flawed place where nothing can possibly go right.  They make me question existence outright, and make me feel apocalyptic feelings of ending the world and that everything on the planet is putrid shit.

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Virginia is the worst place in the country to drive

Whatever a traffic sign estimates in Virginia, assume it to be double, for accuracy.

Typically, whenever I visit my old stomping grounds, I fly into whichever Northern Virginia airport has the most availability (usually DCA), and then I’m at the mercy of whomever is willing to give me rides or let me borrow cars, in order to do my business or get from point A to B on my own volition.

Over the span of the last year or so, be it for a myriad of circumstances, I’ve grown really weary over the notion of traveling in and out of the greater Washington D.C. area airports.  Old convention doesn’t seem to apply like it used to.  I honestly can’t remember the last time I had a trip where I didn’t get tragically locked in place in some leg of my trip.  Demand to or from D.C. is unpredictable and completely without logic, and I’ve had flights that looked open fill up at the drop of a hat due to weather, or some giant student group being unaccounted for until it was time to board the plane.

Needless to say, I took an opportunity to try something new during my last visit up to Virginia, because in theory it seemed like a very good idea: fly into Richmond, pick up rental car, drive to NOVA, Charlottesville, NOVA, Richmond, and leave from Richmond.  Richmond has direct flights to and from Atlanta, is a smaller airport with a smaller demand to and from Atlanta, and with a rental car, I wouldn’t have to inconvenience anyone for rides, or take time away from them.

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