Chapter Fifteen
Return
There was a clock on the back wall of the gym at World Gym, that after it was rebranded as Crunch and painted blue. Once the place started falling apart, and the clock was removed. A very distinctive red circle was there while I worked that stood out to me symbology speaking.
So....
The events of Chapter Twelve and Sidequest Eight are pertinent here.
It's taken far too long after a decade of isolation, then meeting death after Razor cut my head.
But after getting stuck trying to learn to program on my own, I decide to return to college. I don't blame myself one bit for struggling to learn to program.
I wanted to make a website with a poorly done drawing with a day/night cycle. Depending on the time of the day, the website shows a different image. That's it! That should be super easy right?
Wrong!.... not from where I'm standing. I met death as connecting to mySQL was being introduced in PHP class. In other words, how to connect a database to a website, the back-end to the front-end.
At this time I've just finished a book on Python, I'm lethargic to say the least. I could download some programming modifier and get what I wanted running locally on my machine. But I couldn't make sense of that if my life depended on it. I wonder why choking on my tongue around the time I started to learn this might lead to me being unable to do this now.
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So, although I'm heading in a lukewarm direction. I talk to the program coordinator and re-enlist in web studies at College.
As I wait to return to college on a part-time basis, there is a very timely job posting at the gym I train at.
Based on my world viewset living in a little town where everyone 'knows' everyone, the timing is dubious and I am suspicious.
That was the angriest job application I've made in my entire life. I was pissed off thinking 'if I don't apply I just give them something to bitch about', if I do I'm not going to get the job.
Chapter 11 - Decade of Isolation
I've been cheated out of dreams racing. My memories toyed with so I repressed becoming a pilot. Thrown into stunt school then ignored by everyone for a truly unique idea. Been pushed to go to further education for things I don't want, that never lead to a job. Worked menial jobs where I'm treated like crap and continue to further this no room for time or anything I myself would want.
It's been this hidden agenda to 'work hard play hard' when denying me work, then refusing any fun whenever I manage to find work. It's been torture on my mind for well over 12-13 years as of right now.
Oh yeah, and after being screwed with trying to re-educate myself with IXL for university. I also had to met death after a timely NEXUS appointment when actually trying to go to school full-time for something I thought I wanted, would train me to build Boites.
Another scheme to become financially independent!
I am not in the mood to start a new job right when I start going to school again.
OF COURSE! I guess it's magically time for me to go to work again! I actually got the fucking job.
I was in there 5-6 days a week, and given the nature of tiny town living.
... and my families way of being!
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Starting a job at Crunch
Here were the requirements for me, the agreement for me to start working at the gym.
- Don't pick up the phone. People are mean, and you won't be able to do anything to help them anyways.
- Cancel or Create new memberships on the computer. "Which will rarely happen in the summer" "You'll be cancelling most likely"
- Empty the trashes, refill the spray bottles here.
- You have permission to do school work when nothing else needs to be done.
I swear it was like there was a programming radar where if and when I ever tried to do any programming, any learning.
And lots of times it was complete rubbish where all I could do was write a note for the manager to take care of.
I basically did nothing besides getting interrupted when I tried.
It wasn't all bad, I started to relax a little more.
Enjoyed working out the final 1-2 hours of my shifts. "This feels right, I've thought for the longest time this falls under a category of something people are paid to do!"
The world's finally half-sorted it out correctly in my existence!
Always wanted a bs job where I could chill and get paid to do it.
I could go ahead and read manga, watch anime, play video games, even tried to bring my guitar a couple of times.
That's when sidequest 1 happened early on.
Suspicious? Yes! I swear it is!!
Besides moments like these, and the continually mind fatiguing life draining battle I was enduring, things were alright.
My job was basically make sure I show up on time and open the place.
Ending my job at Crunch
The place was falling apart.
It was hard to care when clearly all the other employees were defeated. "It is what it is" was the manager's mantra. The washrooms were falling apart, others were sloppy with leaving open cans of pop in the employee backroom.
Memberships were starting to drop at an increasing rate.
It was the beginning of the end for that gym, and I was on the bottom of the totem pole.
I was also already on really bad terms with the others because of Sidequest 1.
That's around the time when just like at Joe Trombly's Automotive, the conditions to the agreement changed.
Suspicious Timing!!!!!!!!!.........
The second NEXUS follow-up all-out attack
- Mom & Dad decided it was time to do heavy renovations on the washroom. Which it did need badly. It was holding water in area's it shouldn't causing it to be a moldy living hazard.
- Time for 1st family trip to London England I have no reason not to say no too. I've got two laptops now.
- The conditions to work changed.
Keeping in mind how badly I'm hurting from meeting death.
I went to my family physician and had paper work filed when this happened. I also signed up for academic accessibility before COVID hit fully. I was covering my bases for now.
These are the exams I'm about to re-attempt, that I fucking fell flat on my face before my first try.
NOW is the time for the other employees to moan to the manager so now I need to answer the phone.
I told the manager "I'd try my best" and I meant that. I was being genuine.
I will try my best AFTER these exams!
The ones I met death and filed all this paperwork for in the first place!
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I didn't comply!
I reached this point I'd rather blow my own brains out breaking the rules chasing my goals, then mindless comply.
I decided this change in my requirements could wait until the in-between semester break after exams.
The same exams I filled all this paperwork for in the first place. So if any other employee wanted to complain further, if a manager actually bothered to talk to me about it instead of texting.
I kept turning that ringer off. My head was at its limit and I was approaching another break my own limits barrier in my mind. I needed to finish these exams.
Well! Lo and behold any accessbility, or injury, or legal rights be damned. I was let go right before the exams to add to my mental misery.
Surprise!
It was also, soon off after being told this thru texts, that there is no way my being a compliant good little boy would of done anything to save my job.
I was correct to be an asshole here and stand up for myself! The place closed down not long a couple months after anways!!
I'm already in my own world at this point. How could a life like this be possible otherwise? I must really dislike myself if I'm going to play with fire meaning this situation.