Day job yelling and swearing
Working from home because the office is sort of closed for what used to be a company wide holiday but isn't anymore because we can't have fucking nice things in corporate America.
I've spent all of my hours today battling the fucking always-on piece-of-shit VPN they switched us to recently. It's decided that it can't stay connected for more than 15 minutes at a time right now for no obvious reason. It's too bad everything I need to do needs a damn internet connection
Smeap is the honk of a flamingo. Smeap was also at least once, a storybook land at the weird intersection of TV ads and the worlds they seem to inhabit. It was a place where wars were fought over sodas, and talking polar bears had very good reasons to guard soda machines. It was a place where rainbow color candies were harvested for electric power. It was a place where a prairie dog might move to big city inhabited mostly by Pink Flamingos to follow her dream to be private investigator, only to get slowly entangled in the seedy underbelly of crime and prohibited soda trading of the Neon Flamingos and their syndicate. Social media at times lately feels like it has become almost entirely seedy underbelly with very little upside. Maybe it needs more storybook worlds.