It's been hard for me to post lately because somehow someone figured out I was using blogger at work and blocked me. I could use my laptop when I'm stationed on the side of the facility that picks up WiFi from the Ramada across the street, but I gave my laptop a virus and can't afford to get it fixed just yet. At first I thought everyone had been banned, but oh no. Just me apparently, which is weird. I erase my history every morning. And it's not like I'm shirking responsibility and dicking around on the Internet when I'm supposed to be doing something else. I may be a drug addict but I'm strangely obsessive about doing what's right. I wish I could sometimes do what I want instead of what is right without feeling so guilty. But I can't. So I'm just sitting here all night waiting for drivers to arrive to log them into the facility. When there is no driver coming in, there is nothing I'm supposed to be doing other than watching for the next one. And I know it's oh so complicated but, believe it or not, I can keep an eye out for blaring headlights making their way towards me while typing and thinking all at the same time.
At first I thought it was simply a coincidence and they had finally caught on. But then I thought about it some more and realized that I was blocked from the site the day after one of my co-workers sat down at my station before I had logged off and saw that I had blogger and imeem up. I didn't think too much of it but she must have snooped around and ratted me out. Maybe I'm crazy but it just seems fishy. But what incentive would she have for ratting? Wouldn't it just fuck herself over too?
So when I came in tonight, she hadn't logged off before she left, so I stayed on as her and it let me onto blogger. We'll see if I can get away with that for a while. But that proves that I was personally targeted, right? I mean, I'm no computer genius but wouldn't that mean that I was blocked for a reason? But why wouldn't one of my bosses say anything about it?
I don't know. But what do they expect us to do for twelve frickin hours, sitting in a shed all alone? A driver shows up every hour or so and it takes a few minutes to deal with each of them and then it's back to sitting here alone passing time. A person can only read for so many hours in a row. I love books but even I get sick of reading for forty hours a week. We're not supposed to watch movies on our personal computers, they don't let us on music sights. I mean seriously, I'm not a frickin robot!
So anyhow, if I am only able to post intermittently it's because they blocked me at work and that is the only place I have regular Internet access. I'll figure out a permanent solution but it may take a couple months, as I am the world's most accomplished procrastinator.