Update - Originally posted on 8/11/2002 - I was young, dumb, full of hopes and dreams.
I was working as a IT support specialist for a casino in the middle of a corn field in Southern Indiana.
Little
did I know, 10 years and 4 months and 8 days, my life would change
majorly - my wifey Pamela would pass away on December 19th, 2012.
I would begin a new adventure, a widower - no nifty club jackets, no member card, no secret hand shake.
There's a head nod from fellow widows and widowers.
There's an understanding.
The world becomes a different place that first minute of your love's passing.
No one who hasn't experience it can truly understand.
They think they know but until it happens to them, they will never truly know.
So
here it is, May 4th, 2017 and I've decided to sit down at 4:40 in the
morning and recreate this ancient blog into a "diary" of sort.
Read, enjoy!!!!
8/11/2002
Ahhhhh,
welcome, the dearest of the dear reader, to that which is the life of
reboot monkey.
Some folks know us as MIS, IT, IS, etc. Movies have
termed the phrase, "information samuari", "cowboy", "crossdressing
cannibals", etc.
For those of you who are thinking about becoming one
of the few, the proud, the geeks, take this as a warning.
DO NOT DO
IT.........RUN AWAY FROM THE COMPUTER NOW!!!!
For those parents reading
this, thinking their child will someday be rich with his talent for the
computer, I have word of wisdom for you as well....
GET THE KID AWAY FROM
THE COMPUTER NOW!! RIGHT AWAY, THIS MINUTE.
This will be your only
warning, this post.
I have been a computer tech now for going on 5 years.
I have been a computer junky for most of my life, starting at about the
age of 9 when I got my first computer, a Tandy Color Computer Three.
I
have been an Internet junky since I discovered the world of Telnet,
FTP, Gopher and even Archie way back when in computer terms of my
college days in the early, early 1990s(well okay, 1991 to be exact...who
can remember that far back???? Really??? I sure can't....its all a blur
to me!!!) \
I went to college and gained my bachelor of science in
business from a accredited school and soon found myself on the job
market, looking for work in all the wrong places. Nobody would hire me
for my choosen degree field, though I did get one offer to join up with
some oil company and move to Saudi Arabi.
Soon though, I found my first job. I got on as an
intern for a senator......this would ruin my views of politics and would
also soon convert me to being a communist(just kidding Mom and
Dad.....I'm still a non voting member of the Libel party!! haha!!!).
In
the senator job, I learned many things about certain things, some of
them printable, such as.........1)DATA CAN BE MANIPULATED INTO ANY FORM
YOU WISH 2)POLITICIAN, NO MATTER WHO, WILL TAKE MONEY FROM ANYBODY, NO
MATTER WHO and 3)I WOULDN'T MAKE IT IN WASHINGTON DC, I'M TOO MUCH OF A
SISSY!!!! or is that a good thing in DC???
I forget.....moving on......
Soon after the election, I was back on the street, pounding the
pavement, greasing the sidewalk and soon discovered TELEMARKETERS NEED
COMPUTER MONKEYS.....
So I swallowed my pride once more and applied to a
startup in my area telemarketing firm.
Soon I discovered the behind the
scenes of a multi thousand dollars telemarketing firm, the same ones
that AT&T, Sprint, lightbulbs, multilevel travel plans and other con
artists use to sell their products to you, the credit card carrying
member of the telemarketed masses(aka Citibank, Capital One and any
other major and or minor credit card company/bank in the world).
I would
take database files and plug them into a war dialing computer that
would call your house day, noon or night to try to sell you garden
seeds, phone services, sex toys, whatever.
Also this is where I learned
that computer monkeys always get a lot of attention from the opposite
sex aka the females. Something to do with the electricity of the job I
guess. I didn't get laid, far from it. Computer monkeys may be admired
but they hardly ever get laid. We're not like bartenders or even
accountants who get laid all the time.
During this time in my life, I was sneaking onto my
old college campus and using their computers to cruise THE WORLD WIDE
WEB and this became a big part of my life, the chatting with people in
far away lands(Fargo, North Dakota) and also here, is where I would meet
my future wife to be Donna Reed...haha......and soon I would be moving
away to become what this Blog is all about, MY LIFE AS A REBOOT MONKEY
FOR THE MOB........
I quit my job at the telemarketing firm(I know, I
know, you're reading this, going, MY GOD, I WANNA READ MORE ABOUT YOUR
LIFE AS A SEX CRAZED IT OPERATOR IN HEAT....maybe someother day...not
tonight suga!!!!!) and moved out east to become a movie star....no
wait.......that was something else.......I moved out east to find my
money and glory with my new wife in Bugglefunk, Indiana, just across the
mighty Ohio river from Leweyville, Kentucky or as the northern boys and
girls know it as LOUISVILLE....that's right, land of the Kentucky Derby
and sluggers.
Coming out from the West to the east, is a big change over. And
its even a bigger change over moving to Southern Indiana, home of the
Hoser...........haha....just kidding, the Hoosier.............
I found
love in all the wrong places....I got job interviews with high powered
lawyers, no, not really....I did get a job expanding a Kmart into a Big K
and Martha Stewart gave me stock tip...haha!!!
But soon, I would be
interviewed, poked, prodded and molested and even after all that the
government didn't want me....so I took the job with the mob, aka a
riverboat casino as an MIS REBOOT MONKEY.
For 4 years, I have stood my
ground as a monkey against India's finest fiddle player,
Chicago worse
dye job, Trenton, New Jersey's best gay table game manager and I'm
still alive to tell you about it.
I have seen ever expanding hip
cocktail waitress have sex with a man and eat him whole with her
hoohaa(translation: YOU KNOW, THAT P WORD!!!!!) and been forced to
listen to old crooners from the 60s try to yodel...THE HORROR...THE
HORROR.....Mama, don't let your baby's grow up to be computer operators,
let them be gangsters or something, the money is better and so are the
hours.
This is my story.
This is my life.
Look inside, peek once, then
peek again, then tell others, have them tell others and soon, this site
will make it to corporate and I'll be fired!!! THANKS ALOT!!
~hehehehehehe~ Until next entry, I'm the Computer Monkey 69!!!!!
UPDATE: 5.4.2017 - I would work at that casino until March 15th, 2010 when they would outsource my job and I was sent into Hell aka my life and now the real journey begins!!!