A return

Well, I'm back. I sort of doubt anyone knew I was here in the first place, or that I left. Or care that I'm back. But here I am.

Knowing that this isn't likely to be read by anyone, ever, let me just summarize this briefly for you, if you've happened to stumble on this by accident.

Call me Spence. A few years back I started this blog to pass the time at a job where passing the time was pretty much what I was paid to do, for practical intents and purposes. It was a small business, and the recession hit them pretty hard. They were eventually faced with a choice between laying me off, or firing the boss's wife.

So I started working at an insurance company because, well, I guess I must just hate myself or something. Truthfully, though, I lost my job in mid-November, with Christmas looming, and no savings. My wife worked, but how can I put this? My wife's job barely covers the expense of having said job. It pays for gas and daycare, and not much else. I think that'll be a post all on its own.

So we were broke, and not in a mood to take chances at the time. This place I work now is one of the only places an English-speaking dude in the area can reliably find a job (though it took me 3 tries over the years before they would hire me). Being somewhat desperate, I applied and was in in record time. Problem solved!

Not true. You really can't go from selling snorkeling gear online, with 3-5 hours of free time every day through the summer, to working at an insurance company where they work your fucking nuts off then make you eat the nuts that just fell off without experiencing a bit of culture shock. I went from working with a married couple whose primary concern for new employees was being cool with the two of them swearing and telling crude jokes all day - Seriously, that shit is true - to a large company filled with the most unhelpful people I've ever encountered, and with religious overtones to the company mission statement. I work at a religious insurance company.

This bummed me out. Permanently, so far as I can tell. A year and a half I've been there, and it's really only gotten worse. I was promoted inside a year. To a shittier job. It might pay better, but I'm not in charge of people who I used to work directly with, which has apparently made the enemy. When you become an account manager you trade in your "good people" badge, apparently. And somehow, despite moving into middle management, I suddenly answer to more people than I used to. I don't quite get how that works, but there it is.

And I hate it. I hate it more than I can ever describe, though I'll certainly be giving it a lot of tries in the coming weeks (which is about how long I anticipate this blogging resurgence to last).

I don't know how that all relates to coming back to this blog after nearly 4 years, but there it is. This has now become Spence's "bitch about work" place.

What I really want to do is write. Unsurprising. If there's a blogger out there who wouldn't rather write than work I'd be shocked to my core. The way I figure it, there's really no money in Blogger, despite what google wants you to believe. But when I go to sleep at night at least I'll be able to say I wrote something, right? I'm not greedy. I don't even need anyone to read it. Which is good because, well, no one will. I could always engineer a couple extra hits POOP COCK TITFUCK COMPLETION but that'd just be cheating.

I'm not taking those out. I don't ask for readers but I'll take 'em if I can get 'em.

Alright, that'll do it for today.