Hosting V

Nothing to say today. I’m burned out and ready to go home and rest, but I can’t, because I have work to do and then a bunch of running around to get done with.

I finally got a note from the post office saying I had a package – probably my paperbacks for the book party[1] – at the R-Kioski that is what we now have instead of a post office. All the rest of the junk mail I pulled out of the mail box yesterday is still there, but the one important thing – that note – is gone. Fucking vanished. No longer exists in this spatial dimension.

[1] Not Bad Cow, as mentioned. Delays there. But I got a copy of Bonshoon to add to my payment for Ilja, and a few other copies to sell if anyone wants them. Shit, and I need to start on the quiz, too. Something like this…


So I’ll just have to go to the “post office” and show them my ID and tell them they sent me a package notification. I predict this being a long and annoying process. It just seems like the best way to prepare myself for it, and hopefully wind up pleasantly surprised.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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1 Response to Hosting V

  1. stchucky says:

    Follow-up: Fuck Posti. Fuck them so fucking hard. What a shit excuse for a service they’ve been since they decided an R-Kioski would somehow be a good replacement for a fucking post office.

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