“Fiction is the truth inside the lie.” – Stephen King
You know, I was closing up at Auto Zone last night, running the dust mop over the floor and mopping, and I had a thought: I like this. I don’t mind physical work; I don’t mind dusting and mopping and running the broom; I don’t mind testing batteries and learning the computer system and doing parts deliveries; I don’t mind the people I work with, either. So I guess I’m just a satisfied loser.
People are funny. There’s a guy on the chess forum I’m a part of who doesn’t believe in talent. Like, literally doesn’t believe it exists. We’ve had many arguments over the subject and I maintain my position: Talent is very real and very invisible.
At camp this weekend:
It’s been a while; live with it. I do, however, have an update! After hours and hours and hours of work, effort, and prep, the Ramcharger journeyed on its maiden voyage this past weekend. Heck, I’d never even had it on the freeway and I loaded it down and settled in for a two hour drive, much of it up some rather nasty grades.
Okay, I know I’ve mentioned this a few times recently, but it’s official: I work for Auto Zone. No, it isn’t a $100k a year position or even anything fancy, but I think it’s going to help greatly.
I know, I know, you don’t want to hear any more about the damned dash. Well, tough, because I’ve news. It’s all very exciting to me, because this is literally the first older vehicle I’ve owned that I’m attempting to do correctly instead of patch this and patch that and wait for things to fail again.