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After viewing the documentary why we fight (a more comprehensive version of what m papers eventually came to be) combined with the news reports of the investigation of BP through its executive, I have come to realize the inefectuality of the individual in the system we have all taken part to develop. The human condition of being a rational creature causess us to reach ends that effectively cause misery but are rationally unavoidable to individuals. The amount of consideration and incovienience demanded of an individual to avoid such sitations would be eqaully of more oppressive that the ones that we currently perpetrate. No matter the insititution or individual, the appeals of interest are nearly always identical to some sort of self profit, whether it be forones self or for ones percieved benifit to humanity. The actions of an individual in any situation are rationally limited, very few if any take the irrational responses. This does not necessarily mean that human nature is as evilas...

What does it take to get somewhere in life, and is it really necessary? I am not apathetic, but the twinge of quite desperation seems like an inescapable spectre, even in the times when I try to "relax" it rears its grey-green head. I'm sure that this feeling will haunt me till I'm old, especially to someone of mediocre talent such as myself. Knowledgeable and somewhat clever, but not consistent enough to amount to anything. I know I'm not alone in this sentiment, millions of others in the world have lived their lives in this manner. Having talents that shine at times, only to find that they're mediocre in the grand scheme. What's it take to escape this whining anxiety? It would be an interesting study to see how much the fear of mediocrity pushes those in the upper ranks of any respective field. If one were to grow up in the U.S among equals, they would understand what this feels like. Success abound but none for you, unless you throw away everything that...

Today was another hell day at work. I got in at 5:02 pm, two minutes late, and left at exactly 1:45 am. I had a near thirty minute break from 9:47 to 10:15. 4h45m+3h30m=8h15m x 9.0/h= 75.60$ Before I even clocked in, my work day started with a letter that I will now transcribe with descriptive excerpts in parenthesis. I will also type it down to the finest possible detail that I can and will keep the hard copy in case its needed for reference. Andy, (this is written in pen over white out of Will's name) You really need to do something about Saturday nights. If you can't get done what needs to get done I will need to find someone else to work that shift. Every Sunday I get a message from the morning crew stating that things are not getting done on Saturday nights. Here is a list of what was left for me on Sunday morning.... 1 Front counters note wiped down 2 Tables not wiped down 3 Ice cream mix not filled - left empty 4 Front drawers not filled with fries 6 Ho...

Typing all of your thoughts as fast as you can has a theraputic propoerty to it. now ionly if i could type fast and sccurate. and as fast as i could think i would kick osome serious ass in everything. not only arem y thought slinear, but theiry aloso sequential, usually following the format of an outline without needing one. this is the cauwesed by me writing so long ont using wrtiten outlines and iinstead writing off the ltop of myhead. problem is i write even shitteir than i type.

Nuger's gather 5 sources and write a paragraph about each on how the source is relevant to the topic. The Catologue project, making a couple pages of a mock sales magazine containing, duct tape, fancy zero grav cups, treadmills, artificial gravity installments, solar panels. Reading for ethics, and writing up and printing out the case study, catch up with an extra missed article at a time.

I've never really appreciated the importance of keeping any form of journal in keeping track of specific events in my life. But after this last hellish weekend I realized how important it is to document as much as reasonably possible beyond work. Never before have I seen such good friends turn on eachother so fast due to individual egotism and incompetence.

Though I am recollecting a few days after the events at my work, I can assure any reader that they are all accurately described, and that other employees and customers can recall the events. The day was another insane one, with over five parties each orderiing a number of pizzas. The difference this time was that carol was the mid shift to help out amanda and me, and worked with us from roughly noon til the parties we over. The party attendants were overworked, and shawn (or saun) particularly seemed like he was having a hell of a day being cross assigned to do some work of the customer service. Regretfully I did not mention my hours being shaved to Carol, but then there was another occurence this shift. When Carol was working with us, there was easily over twenty dollars in tips in our tip jar. when she she left we had only ten. Amanda and I again didn't take tip, becuase there was nothing to split. I really need to report these occurences to a more official source.