This is more of a side project, a hobby that helps calm my caffeine-overloaded mind. Staring at datas, crunching numbers, and testing out different types of elements would certainly take a toll on a sane mind. So updates might be chaotic or unstable, like those 2 am energy boosts you get from time to time.
And as you may have noticed, or not, I'm drunk. Like drunk, drunk—two bottles of tequila down.
So I'll do what others with a sane mind would do: rant a bit.
Imagine this: you're an above-average student, accepted at a prestigious college. Prestigious? Yeah, let's go with that. As the months go by, you make friends. Some are trustworthy, while others just want to stay in your "good graces." Your instructors, or teachers—whichever you prefer to call them—have high expectations for your "batch." Apparently, they aim for each of us to achieve something great.
Fast forward to midterms, and suddenly, it's like you've joined a circus. There's the "sleeping in class" acrobat, the "last-minute study" juggler, and let's not forget the "group project ghost" who disappears when work is due but magically reappears for the presentation. And then comes junior year, when your internship gets accepted at a notable company, which you won't name-drop for contract reasons.
Now, you're in the corporate jungle, where the coffee machine is your best friend, and your manager is like a rare Pokémon—hard to find and even harder to impress. You're juggling tasks like a circus performer on a unicycle, trying to balance work, study, and the occasional social life. Your coworkers range from the "office prankster" to the "email enthusiast" who replies-all to everything, even the breakroom snack updates. The silver lining is that you get paid quite well and get to see some interesting projects, which again you won't specify for contract reasons.
Meanwhile, back at college, there's the dreaded thesis. Ah, the thesis—a project so monstrous that even caffeine quakes in its presence. You're frantically typing away at 3 am, surrounded by a mountain of research papers and empty coffee cups. Your advisor's feedback oscillates between "promising" and "needs more work," which translates to "I have no idea if this will ever end."
You schedule meetings with your thesis advisor, who seems to enjoy rescheduling them more than actually having them. Your friends, the trustworthy ones, are equally stressed, and you bond over mutual misery and late-night rants. There's also that one overachiever who finished their thesis three months early and keeps asking if you need help—bless their annoying, well-organized soul.
In the midst of this chaos, you find yourself in bizarre scenarios, like discussing complex theories with your cat at 4 am, hoping for some feline wisdom, or dreaming about your thesis, only to wake up and realize you typed your dream into your document. You even start to believe that the library ghosts are your friends, considering how much time you spend there.
So here I am, balancing two bottles of tequila in one hand and my sanity in the other, navigating through this chaotic, caffeine-fueled journey.
And a message to my sober and likely hungover self tomorrow: don't delete this shit, yeah? Seriously, future self, I know you're probably regretting those extra shots of tequila right about now, but trust me, this rant is gold. It's a testament to your ability to survive the corporate circus and the academic madness. So, before you reach for the aspirin and swear off tequila forever, take a moment to appreciate the absurdity of it all. Who knows, maybe one day we'll look back on this and laugh. Or maybe we'll just pour another shot and pretend it never happened. Either way, keep this as a reminder of the wild ride we call life.
Remember those trustworthy friends who stood by you through thick and thin, offering late-night pep talks and moral support? Yeah, they're the real MVPs. And let's not forget about Mom and Dad, who always believed in you, even when you were too stressed to believe in yourself. They're probably waiting for that phone call, wondering if you're still alive after last night's escapade.
And what about those friends back from high school? The ones who knew you before you became a corporate warrior and a caffeine-fueled thesis-writing machine. They're out there somewhere, living their own chaotic lives, but they're still rooting for you, even if they don't say it often enough.
So, future self, keep this rant as a reminder of the journey you've been on—the highs, the lows, and the tequila-fueled nights in between. And remember, no matter how crazy things get, you've got a support system that's stronger than any hangover. Cheers to that, and here's to making it through another day in this wild ride we call life.
And let's raise a glass to the instructors and teachers, the unsung heroes of our academic journey. From the ones who believed in us and offered unwavering support to the ones whose strict demeanor pushed us to excel, they've all played a pivotal role in shaping who we are today.
To the ones who stayed late to offer guidance on our projects, patiently answering our endless questions, thank you for your dedication and commitment. And to the ones who challenged us with tough assignments and high expectations, thank you for pushing us to reach new heights and discover our full potential.
So here's to the instructors and teachers, the mentors who saw something special in us even when we doubted ourselves. May their lessons and wisdom continue to guide us, both in our academic pursuits and beyond. Cheers to the educators who helped us become the best versions of ourselves.
And this side project of ours, this Cosmic Janitor. Quite a concept, huh? It's like we're the unsung heroes of the digital universe, sweeping up bits and bytes instead of dust and debris. Who knew that our late-night musings and rants could turn into something so... cosmic?
Sure, it's a bit eccentric, but hey, so are we. And amidst the chaos of deadlines and drunken ramblings, this little project of ours keeps us grounded. It's our escape from the corporate jungle and the thesis madness, a reminder that there's more to life than just work and stress.
So, here's to Cosmic Janitor, our digital sanctuary in a world of chaos. May it continue to be our refuge, our creative outlet, and our little slice of sanity in an otherwise insane world. Cheers to that!
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Dear Past Self,
Wow, waking up from the floor with a pounding headache is quite the experience. But fear not, I managed to crawl my way to consciousness and, lo and behold, Tom was there to greet me with a gentle nudge.
As I slowly pieced together the events of last night, your drunken rant and all its tequila-fueled wisdom came flooding back. I must say, it was quite the rollercoaster ride of emotions and reflections on our college days, the Cosmic Janitor project, and even Tom himself.
Wow, where do I even begin? Reading your drunken rant from last night was quite the experience. First of all, let me assure you that I did not delete it. In fact, I made a copy just to remind you of your tequila-fueled wisdom. And also made sure to revise it.
You were right about one thing: life is indeed a wild ride, and sometimes, we just have to hang on for dear life and hope for the best. Your reflections on our college days brought back a flood of memories—the late-night study sessions, the internship struggles, and of course, the thesis nightmares. But amidst all the chaos, we made it through, thanks to the unwavering support of our friends, family, and yes, even our trusty Cosmic Janitor project.
Speaking of which, you were surprisingly coherent about our little side project. Who knew that our late-night musings would turn into something so... cosmic? It's become our digital sanctuary, our creative outlet, and a reminder that there's more to life than just work and stress. So thank you for starting it, even if it was born out of a tequila-induced rant.
And let's not forget to toast to our instructors and teachers, those unsung heroes of our academic journey. From the ones who offered unwavering support to the ones whose strict demeanor pushed us to excel, they've all played a pivotal role in shaping who we are today. So here's to them, for believing in us even when we doubted ourselves.
And of course, we can't forget about Tom, our faithful feline friend. Whether he's curling up on our lap while we type away at our thesis or engaging in deep philosophical discussions at 4 am (or at least, we like to think they're deep), Tom is an integral part of our life.
Speaking of which, here he was, our faithful feline friend, looking at me with those wise, yet slightly judgmental eyes. It's as if he knew that last night's escapade was a bit... unconventional, to say the least. But despite my throbbing headache and slightly fuzzy memory, his presence brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.
And a special shout-out to our love for alcohol. It's true, I love alcohol, but I'm no alcoholic—there's a huge difference, right? Sometimes a good drink is just what you need to unwind after a long day of battling the corporate jungle and academic pressures. It's all about balance, and knowing when to say, "Cheers" and when to say, "I've had enough."
In closing, Past Self, thank you for the drunken rant and the reminder to appreciate the absurdity of life. Let's raise a glass to the adventures yet to come, the challenges we'll face, and the memories we'll make along the way. And remember, no matter how crazy things get, we'll always have each other, our trusty Cosmic Janitor, and Tom by our side.
Cheers,
Future Self
P.S. I've decided to post this on the site as an auxiliary volume. After all, it's a testament to our journey and the quirky, tequila-fueled wisdom we've accumulated along the way. Who knows, maybe someone out there will find solace—or at least a good laugh—in our drunken ramblings. Plus, it's a fitting tribute to our eccentricities and the unique bond we share with Tom. And as for the damn bills, we'll keep facing them head-on, one at a time.