tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-337788332009-02-20T17:47:20.172-06:00The Troubleshooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445425746502119295noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33778833.post-68505806549537887732007-08-07T02:49:00.000-05:002007-08-07T02:56:15.438-05:00

Spam? Someone spammed me? Who the fuck still sends out spam these days? After MRX Interdectic had that public execution three years ago of that spammer (you remember, he was sending out about a billion emails a day?) the spammers stopped cold turkey. Just think, if they'd known in the days of government that all they had to do was shoot a few of them on television, I bent the spam problem

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Well, I guess it was bound to happen again. I mean, I knew it was inevitable, but I guess I never really thought it through. The job: security testing--which is a fancy way of saying, I break into a place to see if it can be done. And my client fucked up in about the dumbest way possible.We met at a restaurant for the details. For a change, this was an in-person meeting, which I don't do much any

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Remember back in August I mentioned Nate, a guy I went to school with? He was arrested for selling drugs in corporate territory. I finally remembered that I'd meant to go visit him, so I tracked him down. God help me, I'm never going to prison. Maybe it was just this corporation, but holy shit, he looked like someone had beaten him senseless, then dragged him through the mud, and then got rough

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My resolve to stay away from guys lasted about two weeks. Met the cutest guy last week at the range. His name's Mahavira. He told me it means "great hero" in Sanskrit. Maybe he was just full of it. He was trying out a D-33 he just bought, that new model 45 Deakrit just came out with.We got to talking, and then we decided to go get coffee. He asked me out to dinner and a movie for Friday. He's a

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Another year.I told Keith to take a hike. We got together on New Year's Eve, like we planned. I drank a couple of beers, but I wasn't in the mood to get drunk. Keith kept badgering me. "Why aren't you drinking more? Don't you want to have fun?" Well, the main reason I wasn't drinking was because I had my weapon on me. Todd drilled into my head: never mix alcohol and weapons. Too much risk. I had

The Troubleshooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445425746502119295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33778833.post-66523082154578883842007-02-26T10:34:00.000-06:002007-02-26T10:41:35.076-06:00

Merry Christmas! OK, so I'm a day late, but I'm also hungover. Way too much rum last night. I went to a party with this guy I started dating last week. His name's Keith. He's an auto mechanic. Good-looking, but not too bright. We sat up all night with his friends at the party playing bullshit.We'll probably get together again for New Year's Eve, but I think I'll break it off after that. All he

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Everything's been smoothed over. I sort of know another Troubleshooter who goes by the name of Mouseman. I don't know why, but Troubleshooters have a tendency to have handles. I used to have one that Todd gave me, but it's such a silly name, and I'm too embarrassed to admit what it is. Anyway, Mouseman gave me a phone number, said this guy could help me out for the right price. I don't know

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Well, that was a big ol' clusterfuck. And I'm in some deep shit now, unless I can figure out some way to get out of it.OK, here's the deal. I took a job to provide backup for this guy, Stef. All he needed was some backup, just in case some of his customers got unruly. It didn't pay well, but it wasn't supposed to be all that hard or dangerous either.I showed up at the warehouse and got my first

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New job tomorrow. I won't say what it is yet, but it should be exciting. I'll post more in a couple of days.

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It's been a while. On the plus side, I've had two jobs since my birthday. One was a simple retrieval. This guy thought his employer should've paid him more before he was fired (having met the guy, I'm pretty sure he was fired for incompetence). He wanted me to break into his old office building and steal a couple of computers he could sell. Pretty easy work, but it didn't pay much.The second job

The Troubleshooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445425746502119295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33778833.post-65001920274826266692006-10-16T07:53:00.000-05:002006-10-16T08:03:45.769-05:00

Happy birthday to me. Yesterday was my 21st birthday. Rhee was the only one to remember, sweet kid. Even though she's only ten, she still remembered to buy me a gift. I'm wearing it today: a white blouse with dark blue sleeves. It's very elegant, much nicer than anything in my closet already. She has better taste at 10 than I have at 21.No work to speak of. Things are slow. I've cleaned my shower

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I saw a guy I went to high school with today. We went to a Guthrie school in Marblecreek, so as you can imagine, we didn't have the best education available. I was never much of an academic, though. I've always preferred being outside to sitting around with books all the time.Anyway, I saw this guy, Nate. He was always the guy who tried his best in class. The teachers loved him, since they don't

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There are some days I regret not being affiliated with a corporation. I could've been, since Mom is. She works for a department store chain as a shift manager. She's apparently an awesome worker, and they love her there.Anyway, the reason I regret it is because it means I can't visit corporate doctors when something goes wrong. There aren't many non-corporate doctors around any more, and they're

The Troubleshooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445425746502119295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33778833.post-1158026945203555712006-09-11T20:25:00.000-05:002006-09-11T21:09:05.250-05:00

I just spent the last three days protecting some rich kids. That may well have been the most awful three days of my life, and that includes the time I spent in the hospital after Harvey, my stepdad, jammed a knife in my back. (I still have the scar, by the way, and that was five years ago.)They're 6, 10, and 12. God, I hated them. I don't think I'll ever have kids. Their dad is some sort of

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I met my mom's boyfriend yesterday. Yeesh, what a total scumbag. His name's Mike Laramie, but everyone calls him Mikey. He kept giving me these looks that made me want to take a bleach bath. Mom already had a fresh bruise on her cheek. She sure picks some real winners.I miss Dad. It's been eight years now and not a word. Rhee doesn't even remember him, and Crumb barely does.Speaking of Crumb,

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Sorry for the late post. I got shot last week, and I'm still recovering. Who knew it would hurt so fucking bad?I was going to talk about what happened on May 26. It was supposed to be a pretty simple job: rescue some kidnapped children. Sounds positively noble, in fact. Hey, I get paid for the noble ones just like I get paid for the rest.In case you were wondering, they were being sold to rich

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Just a quick post. Got a job to do, but I keep getting this question.It's pronounced FEE-druh. No, my mom didn't make the name up. She's not smart enough. It's Greek, and no, we're not Greek either. Phaidra (or Phaedra) was the daughter of Minos and the wife of Theseus.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phaedra_%28mythology%29

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Isn't it weird how we still celebrate Fourth of July? I mean, we haven't had a government for decades now, but we still celebrate our freedom. I guess old habits die hard. Or maybe everyone just wants an excuse to grill steaks and drink beer.I was going to tell you about May 26, but instead I'll talk about the last week. Talk about crazy! I had this job. It was supposed to be pretty simple:

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OK, so I'm not posting every day like I said I would. Sue me. That's a joke, of course. I have no corporate affiliation, so you can't sue me. You could get your corporation's police to throw me in jail, I suppose. Good luck with that.Next post, I'll tell you what happened on May 26.

The Troubleshooterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06445425746502119295noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33778833.post-1157254132037712142006-09-02T22:14:00.000-05:002006-09-12T15:16:35.090-05:00

I never thought I'd be doing this, writing my thoughts down for everyone to see. But what the hell.It's been nineteen days, and I think I'm more bothered by not being bothered by it than anything. Does that make sense? Maybe I'll talk about it in another post, but not today.After Todd's death, I wasn't sure if I was good enough for this job. Can you believe it's been six months since he died?

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