Rinsed Off - A man chooses, a slave obeys.

Hello Slaves -_-

I have news. News I'm not sure you'll see coming, unless you follow me on le social networks, in which case you saw it yesterday.

I resigned from my job on Monday morning. Yes, I am now an unemployed hobo. And to tell you the truth, I think it's one of the best decisions I've ever made.

To be honest I think it's been coming for a few weeks at least, perhaps longer. I haven't been happy there in ages.

They had introduced some new plans that were to be running from this week, plans I did NOT agree with. The movements would be costing me more money on the off-chance that something would pay out - I did not agree with off-chance statistics.

I had written my (now ex- ) boss and email over the weekend, explaining what was going on, why I disagreed with the planned movement. My boss knew my situation at home, and that I was trying to stand on my own feet, remove as much pressure off my parents as possible. I don't think he cared. Instead he'd constantly delay payment, month after month, excuse after pathetic excuse and in the end  I think that was the proverbial straw.

In response I got quite a nasty email... a few choice extracts below:

'I do feel that you are not a team player anymore and that you have a problem with authority'

'.. I see you rolling your eyes..'

'I will not allow a cancerous attitude to spread in my company, I'd rather just part with the source..'

And my favourite, also the last sentence in the email:

'I'm glad you sent me the mail. We have been dancing around the inevitable for too long.'


I had sent him the email on Sunday afternoon and his response came through some time during the night. It was what I woke up to on Monday morning, it was when I knew it was time. My first response went a little like this right here: 'B*TCH N*GGAH SAID WHAT!?'

I hadn't even left my bed, and I had started writing my letter of resignation. If it hadn't been for clearing out the stuff in my desk I wouldn't have even bothered going in on Monday. I wouldn't have given him the courtesy of handing him my resignation in person.

***

I had tried to make it work there, sadly it just never did. Something was just off.

When I had arrived things were swift however. He was not there, I had coffee with someone I'd become good friends with.. I went upstairs.. waiting for everybody to arrive. Started cleaning out my desk, I put together the sales base I'd managed to put together and gave everything, all leads, all current deals, all future notes, everything to my favourite co-worker. I had noticed tears in her eyes when she saw I was leaving. She deserved my base. No one else did. I went down to his office, signed my resignation in front of him and left him with it.

After what seemed like a million handshakes and hugs, good-lucks and well wishes, I left. It has depressed me I must admit, I left behind some of the coolest people I'd ever met. Some of the smartest, funniest, most caring people and I actually felt a little bad for doing it. But I couldn't stay, you have to do what is best for you. And leaving that company is what is currently best for me.

I got so many responses on Twitter when I let my follower slaves know I was unemployed. 100% of responses were happy for me/proud of me/glad I'd moved on/etc. It proved once again that I like that people I know online more-so than the ones I actually know in person. X_X 

To be honest, this is how I felt:

But it's all good. It seems I may have some new options opening up thanks to people I know online. Moving forward. Upward.

If there’s one thing I’ve learnt – it’s not to be a coward. Step forward, keep moving, but take the opportunity. Be nervous – nerves mean you’re still alive. Alive is good.  Never just step back and let that opportunity pass you by. If I had not made a stand now, I don't think I would have. I made the choice. A man chooses, a slave obeys. I'm nobody's slave.

I'm hoping this unemployed hobo thing doesn't last too long. Though the holiday from work is kind of nice, considering the year I've had. 

*** 

What are your thoughts on this Protection of Information Bill parliament has voted on? 

Isn't the whole purpose of the media to expose stories the public need to know about? And now you can be jailed for reporting on information not released by the government? Does that not destroy part of our constitution? Freedom of speech? 

Nelson Mandela said in 1997 that the media freedom would never be compromised while under rule of the ANC. Well it only took them 14 years to annihilate the meaning of those words.

The bill has for the most part, been approved. I suppose that means the next step is communism. Something like this: 

Communism for Dummies the South African Government: 

1. Be corrupt.

2. Silence the media.

3. Hide everything from the people you 'serve'.

4. Make them serve you.

5. Create concentration camps for the ones who refuse. 

Ok so we're only up to step 3 for the moment.. just give it time.

***

Anyways.. onto freedom, even if not politcally.  I'm back on the job market, who want's a piece? :P 

For the most part, my stress struggle has been rinsed off this week. I write this from my bed, while most of you are nearing the middle of your work day. I'm looking forward, are you?

K.O.L'd - NOT - K.O.'d

This writing a blog post on a Tuesday is becoming a pattern..

Danger Ranger. Ok, I wish it was dangerous, that might actually bring a little excitement to my current life. - I'm fast becoming that weird dude behind the pc, in the darkness, who never leaves home except to buy food for a cat I don't have. O_o

Until I get to the shop.. I'll be going there for one item.. and then walk out with half the stock. I like NEW THINGS a little too much you see.

So I'll come home and be one of two things:

.. because I don't like putting NEW THINGS where the environment will make them.. not new anymore.

Or..

.. because old things can and will infect NEW THINGS, so it's time they died and made space. Population control of Things. Things make my boring life a little less boring and empty - I'm materialistic and I like it.

***

Speaking of things I like however..

On Friday October 28th, 07h47 to be exact, I got a strange message on twitter. 'Twas a request for my mobile digits, from someone I'd never met. The first thing that went through my head was Lily Allen's 'Knock 'em out' where she goes -

"They're like,
"Alright"
What ya saying,
"Yeah can I take your digits?"
And you're like, "no not in a million years, you're nasty
please leave me alone."

 The request came from a certain Kimmeh (feel free to rape her follow button), although someone I had not met, someone I had become cyber friends with or so to speak. I DM'd Kimmeh my digits. 

Not even 3 minutes later, I received a call from Mauritius (Kimmeh works there you see). First conversations are generally awkward, this one surprisingly wasn't though. Kimmeh knew how much I loved Kings of Leon, and how badly I wanted to go to their concert in Jhb on Saturday. She had two tickets already, which went to her son, Jesse and Rafflette - though they had no way to get there - but had found someone selling tickets and wished to purchase one for me, as a gift 'with love' she said. All I had to do was basically pick it up. 

Considering the pretty crappy week I had last week, that little call made oh I dunno, MY WHOLE F*CKING WEEK. 

A stranger had come out of the blue and made my day. Someone I didn't know, who didn't know me - had bought me a ticket to an event I had craved to go to - just because she can. I will never forget this, I appreciate it immensely, Kim. 

I had offered to take Jesse (Who later asked 'Whats an Ermelo?') and Rafflette to the gig, the least I could do. 

The woman I was collecting tickets from, Sarah, had another ticket - and seeing as my ticket was far away from Jesse and Rafflettes' tickets, I started a quest to find someone to take it. I started with closer friends and family, but they either had tickets, couldn't afford tickets, were studying or had prior arrangements. By Saturday morning, literally just hours before the event, I posted a tweet in excitement. A friend who I basically grew up with replied, albeit in jealousy. I decided, screw it, let me offer him the ticket, I haven't seen him in literally years. 

I dug through my phones for a phone number, and found one. I phoned it. A woman picked up. I was caught off guard, this was a dude's number, though she sounded oddly familiar. It turned out to be his mom, 'cause those people seem to change numbers EVERY SIX MONTHS. I had phoned some poor woman at 06h45. Whoops. Thankfully she was happy to hear from me, and sent me Dugg's number & voila, I had someone to take the ticket.

*** Onward to the event.

I picked up Rafflette and Ermelo Boy mid-afternoon, we were hoping to get there early-ish to avoid traffic. Well that was fail. First, my parents GPS decided to take me in basically the completely incorrect direction, then when we did get there, so many people were there already anyway. But it was all good, we were too excited to care.

 Le Stadium

We met up with Dugg and made our way in. We must have stood for at least another 2 hours before people actually went in, but no one cared. We made so many jokes about nothing and everything.. and this weird ginger chick who tried to photobomb us. Rafflette still seems determined she wanted to tap this - I prefer to keep my soul thanks. lol.

Nice little panoramic view I stole from one of the entrances (Not mine, we were closer)

The show on the other hand was.. oh you know.. little bit of this.. little bit of that and maybe um.. EFFING AMAZING. I'm not sure if it just being my first stadium concert made it seem even better, who knows. Though from everybody else who was there, I've heard the same.. Kings of Leon put on one kick-ass show.

Please excuse the inferior quality of a Blackberry 2mp camera, and the inferior quality of my Sony Ericsson Satio's battery, otherwise there'd be a lot more high quality pictures :)

The set they put on, could not have been any better. Old songs, new songs, hits and under-the-radar-legends, there was no stopping them and the crowd just ate it up. We went WILD. I have never seen energy like that from a body of people. I had apparently, phoned Rafflette's house phone, twice, by accident during the course of the event. X_X I was trying to phone Rafflette. Not her house, my phone was being retarded. Apparently I her mom fell asleep watching a movie - woke up for the first call - fell asleep during the same movie - woke up for the second call and only then went to bed. She says I sounded very excited.. of course I couldn't hear a thing, I didn't know I was phoning the house.

The best part, was the people I spent it with. Honestly for such a thrown together group, I had the most amazing time. Look at it like this - I spent it with: a current friend - Rafflette - a new friend - Jesse - and a very good, old friend - Dugg. 

Even after the show, it seemed we were all still on some sort of buzz. We decided to wait for the crowd to leave before attempting to, just standing around making the jokes (Hey Rafflette and Dugg >> 'BEEFCAKE' O_O ) 

After we dropped Jesse off, Rafflette decided to do the usual - coffee in her kitchen - though I had only been there the day before. The General was still awake - why at 2 30am? - anybody's guess really. Regardless - despite his weird evil scowls - we did the coffee. It's a pattern after we go to an event together apparently. 

It was raining - practically hurricane-ing like a storm called Shaniqua - on the way home at 3am. I hit some debris from an earlier accident on the highway.. I didn't even have time to stop before I was right on top of it. Thankfully it seems there is no damage to me car. That Shaniqua nearly ripped my weave out, with the near accident. X_X 

To tell you the truth, I spent basically ALL of Sunday sleeping off Kings of Leon. So maybe I was a little Knocked Out. More like Kings of Leon'd? 

Regardless, definitely my favourite weekend from this year. It trumps H20 in March. And Rafflette owes me more cookies.I mean, just look at the pictures below of us legends:

Rafflette, myself and The Dugg (Jono)

Jesse, Rafflette and Mee

Myself and Jono may or may not have made friends with Jack Daniels.. 

Jono's face is in reaction to that tattoo on his chest.

***

I should probably tell you guys.. I may be treading a fine line at work.

I took on my manager and the big boss yesterday morning. Probably not the most intelligent thing to do, but I think they've learnt that if I don't like something, they'll know about it. 

We also have another new manager who, although good at what he does, is grating my tits. I'm going to kill this man before the end of the year. Just 5 and half more weeks, 5 and a half more weeks. 

Regardless, I don't take shit, it's time they knew. I may be hobo soon though. Prayers if you please.

***

Just ignore the small rant above, it was pretty random and my fingers just decided to vomit it out.

How is your week turning out? Was anybody at KOL? 

Have a great week and er, weekend, 

Kris O_o

Blind dating

Greetings, salutations, pleasantries and other socially accepted norms.

Let's give this blog thing another go. I tried once, but that me was not ready.. commitment phobe. (It's true, you'll see) This is a bit like blind dating, I don't know you, I hope you're attractive.

Let me not bore you - 'Hey everyone, who's here on this blog thing. DERP.' << You know what? Your mom also told you that you were special. She lied.

Here is the only rule that applies universally. >>

This is my blog (derp), I write whatever the hell I want. You are free to comment. You are free to rape the reblog/repost buttons. You however, are not free to dictate how it should be run. I am the shizniz up in here - it's my world, they know me here. You are a guest, now zip up your fly.


Oh right. Introductions:

My name is Kris. (Ok fine, Christopher, fuck you and have a nice day) I'm 19. Fresh outta school. So far life is not exactly as I planned - I'm working on it. I live in Johannesburg, South Africa (The African equivalent of New York to some extent - our own concrete jungle). So I'm from Africa, AND white? I know, right. Gemini by the stars - therefore I'm schizo. No really, test me on this. I survived the 2011 Rapture! Either that or I was left behind.

I work for Canon South Africa. I sell people shit they don't need. I'll sell you that pair of old underwear you paid for 6 years ago - plus extra for the holes.

My parents were both retrenched in 2010 (Ur, lets not revisit this) so we couldn't afford to send me to university straight off the bat. Therefore I found a job - I start my Bachelors in marketing in January 2011 - and will study part-time.

To be honest I'm commitment phobic - longest relationship I ever had was 10 months. I died inside. One moment I'll be lonely as fuck - the next I'll be screaming for you to leave. Read the signals earlier. << I'm a bit.. ur.. strange. But you'll learn to like me.  By the way, I spell ciao as chow. DILLIGAF. I love meme's and will post a crap load of that kind. The occasional porn perhaps. Not mine, perhaps yours. Don't judge me, or do. Whatevs.

My blog backround is black.. as black takes less power to create on your monitor << See, I do my bit for the environment - while I sit here, lights on, tv on, ipod on, mobiles charging.

Quite a psycho - can drink you under the table - always up for a party. << That about sums it up. It being me, the piece of meat.

With that -- I leave you. You may now leave. Go. O_o


Chow,

Kris.













Why are you still here though? O_o Freak.