Don't want to be Darth Sulin.
August 26th, 2014
I met a cyborg today.
We were at one of those all-hands meeting things that our company tends to do when they're about to take some benefit or another away from us, under the guise of 'helping our company grow'. Because it's easier to grow your company when the people who are doing the actual work, you know, growing the place, have lost their health insurance and are being less efficient because they're falling apart.
And companies wonder why their staff aren't loyal like they were in the 'good old days'.
But we were all having a seat in the area the interns hastily crammed together for everyone in the building to fit within, and of course we didn't. Because the interns at our company are paid over twenty five dollars an hour to not have a clue how to do anything. 'Make seating for three hundred people' somehow doesn't seem to register to them, because they only made room for what, a hundred?
So everyone's standing around the widely spaced apart chairs as the interns look sheepish in that yeah, we're retarded kind of way, when I bumped into the guy next to me. Actually, he bulldozed into me with his considerable girth. Now I'm a tubby guy, but whoa, this guy. The weird thing was that he made a clonk sound when he hit me, not the noise you'd expect when two fat guys experience an astronomical impact.
I looked at him funny and he laughed. 'Ah, that's just my insulin pump.' He then had to horrify me by lifting up his shirt and showing me the object, grafted to his belly, that I guess pumped insulin into his body. Hence, you know, the name. I'd never actually seen that sort of thing before. Ever. I know people are outfitted with pacemakers and what have you to keep them alive, but this was a first for me.
But yeah, horrified. Knowing I have the diabetes running in my family here and there, and having just heard that one of my uncles is going to have his leg sawed off due to diabetic complications, I found myself mortified. And horrified, as stated. So I guess it's time that I go on another diet. And exercise more. Though I'm not sure what else I can cut out of my diet at this point, 'cause I'm almost all out of the fast food.
I guess I'll have to think of something.
Lest I get all implanted, and rechristen myself Darth Sulin.