The Workermonkey

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

working, at work 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/28/2013 09:28:00 PM

today there was probably a good two hour stretch where i was busy as hell, working, just not working on work stuff, but working on my own shit. i transferred an old 401k, made a doctors appointment, printed out several books i had downloaded (5, two more for tomorrow), um, collected some office supplies, responded to personal emails, etc. i certainly looked busy and was, i just had nothing that they pay me for to show for it. fuck em. i'm excelling at my one hour rule.

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

day 2 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/20/2013 11:27:00 PM

i'll let Tim speak for my progress, tonight was get drunk and think. it seemed to work. i had some good ideas.

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Monday, August 19, 2013

a first step 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/19/2013 10:37:00 PM

i made a first step in the right direction today. i made myself an office in the basement. sorry command central, but it had to end eventually. you had an excellent run.

i had a good thought at work today. i had my headphones on and was rocking out, i'd gotten an incredible amount of work done today while just wearing headphones and being left along to do my thing. i have one of those under shelf lights at my desk that i love for creating a nice bright work space at my desk. i was productive. so i stopped.

fuck them, i don't have to be productive to collect a paycheck. i just have to show up. i wiped out my note pad and began furiously scribbling a semi-plan to make myself an office, in Tim's basement. i also made another good decision. at least one hour of work, for myself, on their dime. everyday. fuck 'em. i'm working for me now.

after work i stopped at a lowes, picked up a piece of whiteboard, some light bulbs and moved the electronics into the basement as an office. i now have a physical space. i just ordered some other supplies on amazon as well. everything else i will steal from work. fuck 'em.

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OMG! We're 5% of the way to having a normal house.

By  T, at Tuesday, August 20, 2013 2:17:00 PM  

Also, we should only communicate through the Workeymonkey from now on.

By  T, at Tuesday, August 20, 2013 2:18:00 PM  

humwwwm..... that might violate rule #1, people - see the white board.

By  Supreme Monkey Overlord, at Tuesday, August 20, 2013 11:25:00 PM  

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Thursday, August 15, 2013

new post. moving on. 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/15/2013 10:56:00 PM

the workermonkey isn't dead, its just been on hiatus. that's my fault. i will always take credit for this sites success, and it's failure. its on me. moving on.

i want to start my own business. i have a bunch of ideas and i hate what i currently do for a living. i'm closer to re-booting my life than i am to staying where i'm at. i'm just not happy and i'd rather not repeat the same pattern over and over again. it's not working.

time to move on.

and forward.

this may take some time. and it's going to have stops and starts. i may succeed and i may fail. but i'm going to try my ass off. i'd much rather bet on myself. i have more confidence in myself after one night of drinking and thinking than i do in most Americans after a year of trying to get to know them. i don't want to play politics, i want to succeed. success has never been measured in making people happy..quite frankly, it's always been measured in the opposite.

at this point i'd rather live like a hobo and work towards a brighter future. i'd rather try and fail than hold the status quo.

hold me to this. encouragement is the key. and i can always use a swift kick in the ass.

my biggest problem is that most of the work i'm thinking of involves the internet and a heavy amount of IT work. i can apparently outsource all of it. i might need a guide in this aspect so i don't get burned though. either way i'm going to blunt force my way through it.i WILL be successful.

kick me in the ass. motivate my lazy bastard self. hold me accountable. i've mentioned this in the past. it's not happening. ask me about progress. ask me where i'm at. why haven't i done X, where is Y. abuse me until i have answers. be relentless. staying on task i s my issue. there are lots of video games that need my attention. they can wait.

right now i'm unhappy enough that i'd rather quite what i do for a living and work on anything else. good or bad. i hate hte people i work with and for which seems to be a good pattern, one that hasn't changed. life isn't worth it. there's no reason to act like the other 90% of the population when i'm not them. the average life obviously isn't for me. its not working.

but i have some skills. and motivation. i'm young enough and i have no ties and i have a little experience behind me that i can do just about anything i put my mind to. i just need to pick one to put it against. any one.

10 years ago i wanted this blog to be a place where i ranted about the world. now i want it to be a place about moving towards an end goal. a finished project. i want to find the time to work on it. i may end up quitting my job to do just that and force myself to be better. to do something.

we aren't bad people, we're very good people. we can do great things. we can do more. its time we achieve that. fuck yeah. hold me accountable. what's my next action item?

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Jesus titties fucking Christ, its been 5 months since our last update. NOT ACCEPTABLE. hold me to a better standard.balls.

By  Supreme Monkey Overlord, at Thursday, August 15, 2013 11:01:00 PM  

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reverse order 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/15/2013 10:54:00 PM

turners out i had some posts in que when i posted the last one.

please read them in reverse order.i published some old ones after the newest. good luck. please don't hate me.

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jack cutter: book 1 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/15/2013 10:51:00 PM

folsom prison was known for it's lackisdasical rules. (look this up, other than johnny cash, what is it known for? focus on the negative) inmates were granted freedoms otherwise withheld from prisoners at other facilites. more yard time, less digging into shankings, more money floating on yard brawls. there were two bookies who held an uneasy peace in the name of profits. no one made money by people dying. fewer inmates to bet on the fights.

other than the occasional yard fight, the only real break from the well oiled routine of prison liffe were the occasional "classes" taught at hte facility. these classes weren't so much for hte inmates as there were a way for outsiders to gain college credit, lines on the resume or give a little back to societyt after being caught speeding too many times or breaking a blue law.

yard tie was strictly timed and started at 11:30 every day before lunch. prison doesn't allow for much freedom no matter how lax the rules are so everyone got a little antsy right before the yard opened up.starting at 11:20 the inmates could feel the buzzer about to go off. it was ingrained in thier routine over the years. almost as an unatural alarm clock. they knew it was coming.

when the smoke alarm went off at 11:27, everyone was ready to get outside and see the sun. the inmates were worked up into a frenzy thinking they would have an extra 3 minutes of yard time becuase someone had set their cell mate on fire.the only question being who snapped today.

it was a relativity ordinarily exit to the outside "exercise" area that day. the guards were perched high above the inmates along the walls of hte prison with a good vantage point in case everyone one got a little excited and decide to riot. it wasn't un heard of, it happens from time to time in a prison. when you're locked up for life, beating someone to death is jut one form of entertainment.

what caught the inmates attention was the hot air balloon along the wood line as they exited the building. during a fire alarm the guards all had assigned areas to check and ensure there were no burning inmates. during normal yard time the guards are spread about he yard watching to ensure the race wars don't get out of hand. during a fire alarm, they are spread about he building following procedure looking or stray inmates and trying to find hte source of the fire. this leave the inmates less supervised than normal.

the first thing most of hte inmates saw as they exited the building was the glare of the sun high in the sky. this time of year the sun was at it peak in the eastern sky. it was normally clear with few clouds in the air unless a strong storm was coming though. most inmates just shielded their eyes and looked at the ground to avoid the glare. very few saw the hot air balloon just over the tree line.

they had seen one of two balloons over the years but they certainly weren't common. usually it was a balloon that had strayed too far from the convention or group of weekend balloon enthusiests. prision isn't a vey exciting place with very little change so the sight of a coulorfull hot air balloon spread amonst the inmates quickly. the baloon hung over the tree line for a few minutes while everyone entered the yard. it wasnt' a very big sapce, not much bigger than the baseball diamond and basket ball court next to each other. what caught most people attention was when the ballon started moving away from the trees.

there isn't anythign else ot look at in the yard, during a dfire alarm ther ewere no basketballs released, not baseball being thrown around. the guardws were inside and the inmates were out in teh yard waiting for the offical yard time to start and get a few extra minutes for hte alram.

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chapter 4 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/15/2013 10:50:00 PM

new beginnings
cozumel
seattle, wedding
surprise guest upon return

weekends
mass exodus, just one after another
work isn't the same and i hate it
miss you
meet the parents, whew, that went awesome
that got ugly quick, i don't' under stand how people can flip like that, times 2
it's finally over, clean
moving forward
back and forth weekends
looking again, this time a new area, new beginnings.
it doesn't matter where. it matters that i'm with you.

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day 36: the search for brewing equipment 

# posted by Supreme Monkey Overlord @ 8/15/2013 10:50:00 PM

Tim, Mike and I woke up early and started packing some equipment and supplies for a few days on the road. we had some guns and ammo but not too much, better to leave that at basecamp. we packed enough food for 4 days on the road, that gave us a good distance of two days out and two days back. the truck would eat up a lot of gas but we have plenty to spend for this trip. it'd be worth it. we'd have people colleting extra leading up to this for us. we should be in good shape as far as survival goes unless something crazy happens or we come across another "hulk" zombie.

Jesse and ramirez were keeping the business running with lou keeping everyone occupied and entertained. the influx of new people was slowing down so everyone was starting to get to know one another. the bar would be fine, the few goons we had would be able to keep it going and if they hadn't drank all our booze by the time we get back, the place would still be standing. the extra people we'd emplyeed to fix up the basement and build the garage would be paid in food and drugs. or we'd just kill them to keep it a secrete, that was yet to be determined. can't be too safe.

the box truck Jack had gotten was loaded and ready to go. we left around day break and headed north. we had a few maps around that showed us it was a little more populated in that direction and we figured we'd have better luck f finding a brewery or microbrew pub. once we got out of the "over-picked" zone around the complex we'd have a better chance of finding an abandoned gas station or library that might have some kind of tourist map of the area.

the weather was still a little bit grey everyday but it was certainly bright enough to get around and keep the roamers at bay. the roads were clear enough to travel on at a decent pace without having to move many cars out of the way. it was fairly rural where we were headed, it was best to stick to the back roads now. the highways were littered with burned out cars and roaming gangs and desperate people. most of the travelers we had at the complex made it there because they avoided the roads altogether. at this point, the supply of people dumb enough to travel by highway must be dwindling.

the first 2 hours were quiet and uneventful. we passed farm house after farm house and didn't  see any movement of anything. most of the animals were either zombified or hunted for food at this point. it was slim pickings. if we found any of these farms with actual livestock still there we decided it would be best to pick them up. perhaps start a farm of our own. man can't live on fruits and vegetables forever.

we stopped at hte next quite farm we came across. it was time for lunch and the truck needed to be gassed up already. in the middleof the day a fire was safe from roamers and a hot lunch was always a little setteling. we found an old colonial house with a pair of barns behind it that looked safe. we pulled in and pulled the truck up to the corner of a barn to create a little corner that would be safer. burns jumped out and got to wrk on teh fire. Tim got to work fueling the truck and prepareing lunch. we didn't see any activity but you still never feel safe being outside of hte car. i grabbed a gun and a machete and looked inside the barn. not much here, mostly old haybails and farm equipment. plenty of pitch forks, horse saddles, a small tractor and such. i found an old rusty bear trap and a few saw blades i thought would be valuable and threw them in the truck.

lunch wasn't much more than bread and potatos with an onion fried in the pan. good enough. we ate quickly and decided to check out hte rest of hte house and the other barn. the other barn looked like it was used for cattle but we didn't see any. no bodies or dead animals in sight. it was fairly big and we took a couple of old metal milk jugs we found that looked like they'd hold liquor. the building was fairly empty, it was hard to tell if it was abandoned before the event or not. it was still fairly clean and there was no sign of any struggle or leftover livestock. we headed into the house after the barn.

the front porch of hte house looked like it had been emptied at some point. there was no furniture or anything on it. odd. we opened the front door and the smell hit us immediately. something was dead here. something was not kosher.

"damn it that stinks"
"shut up, you'll draw more" the walkers were drawn to the noise, talking while clearing ahouse could get everyone killed, this tytpe of tension kept us all on our toes. at this point it kept the group sharp and remined everyone that stepping out of line, maiking a sounds, firing a shot, that could get you kllled. it didnt' take much now a days and we'd all lost people to some random act.

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