Hacker's Diary

by Adam Smith

  At 10:00 AM, I got my finger scanned. Putting the bag in the hive. Fridays are always crowded, nevertheless, the fact is that it's not a supermarket. People simply like to staff the M&M’s, the liquor, the cigarettes and the cigars as if they never had those before. I mean seriously? If you like to smoke that much, why not to go and work on the tobacco plantation or something?

  I like to crack a cold one from time to time, but it's not that I'm going to spend hundreds and hundreds of dollars on all that. And, I'm well assured each and every one of those buyers knows at least one starving, sick or homeless person in their town. Here you go! Time to feel guilty for your habits asshole!!!

  One after another, I've served the customers as they come and go. You need to appreciate yourself first, when you do that kind of job. Unless you appreciate yourself, nobody will appreciate you. Anyhow, the first client I got that day was a fat Orthodox Jew with a British passport. And he wanted a dozen packs of Paul Mall. He wanted to leave some at the country, so he wouldn't have to carry them with him through all of the roads. He was so disappointed when I told him that he can leave only two packs per person. These are the rules of Israeli customs. He was trying to start a show, however, I just called for a deputy manager and she explained to him the same thing as I did. Once he heard her out, he was wise enough to resume to talking all the remaining packs with him. "I'll do my best to smoke them all out" he said. I only could smile and think to myself "If that is what makes you happy, go ahead".

  Unfortunately, dressing as a saint doesn't actually makes you one.

  However, I think I could give my money on a bet saying that true saints are either dead or never been born.

  Then people came after people, young couples with kids of all nationalities. Lone travelers looking for thrills in distant locations from home. And of course, small packs of organized tourists.

  All are willing to buy souvenirs for their friends, relatives and at times even co-workers. Just give a reason to a person, no need even for a fair reason, to spend their dollars and they certainly will.

  That day, I was the last to go for a break. Isn't it fun when they forget you? Realizing that you don't matter that much to anyone, is some sort of liberation, to be honest. It makes you feel enlightened. Anyhow, I went on to munch my lunch. The dining room wasn't too crowded.

  Nonetheless, there were plenty of people in the smoking room. I wonder how much effort people are able to take in killing themselves. Some story goes that the tobacco is a curse to the white men, for slaying and depriving so many Native Americans.

  That day, there were only beans... I had another Granny Smith apple for dessert. Liabilities, are the things that make you battle your own character. Perhaps, we are here just for that. Although, I wouldn't bet my money even on that.

  I had about 15 minutes left, so I went to Steimazky to check out what kind of books they had there. This time I spent my time reading the back covers of all the bestsellers in different categories. They were dull, but they were selling. It means something.

  There were 5 minutes more of the free time left, so I made my way to the men's room. It appeared unclean and crowded. Luckily, all I needed to do is to clear my nose of the snuffling. That chronic condition hunts me from early childhood. Hopefully, when I'm through with my plan, I'll be able to find the right doctor.

  It was remaining 2 minutes left. I made my way back as quickly as possible, back to number six. It's uncomfortable to make the guy or a girl that swaps you wait, they want a break too, you know. Even if I am the last one to get the lousy 30 minutes, it doesn't mean I have to be as full of myself as they are.

  "Thanks! Err... what's your name?" "Nataly" "Yeah, thanks Nataly!" "You're welcome!"

  The next customer was a fellow from Ireland, looking to buy some weird mountain Hermon chocolate and a tiny bottle of whiskey. To be honest, I like the looks of the Irish passport. The lyre looks so poetic.

  The rest of the day did not matter that much, just a usual flow of occurrences and routine of work. Nothing special and I thank the Gods for that. Yes, I say the Gods because if you have enough imagination to create to have one, why the heck not use it to have multiple Gods? It's far more interesting to talk to multiple deities than only one.

  While at the ride home, I followed the example of the overweight guy at the back and took a nap. I don't know how but again, I woke up exactly at the point where I had to go off.

  At 8:22 PM, I entered my room, and it's indescribably humid. There are no roaches molesting Lana though. I open the window on the left side of the room, the one with a net against bugs.

  The humidity lowered in about 20 minutes or so. I've been in the shower all that time. The striking thought inception occurred in my mind. I couldn't tell where it came from or how I got to it, but it's one of those aha moments. I knew how I could use my Father at Argentina for the money laundering scheme I found on the Dark Web. All the strategic issues took care of themselves. I just had to execute. Can't wait to get my next salary and test the bank and bitcoin transaction. After all, if there is even a tiny flaw in the transaction system, I won't be able to get a share of what I'm planning to obtain.

  At 8:40 PM, after a swift supper that consisted of three sips of Red label and two brown bread slices with Nutella chocolate, I rebooted Lana and launched Tails. Just to see if the dark side has more to offer. I limit myself to 30 minutes of browsing. I eyed another bundle of tutorials on Hansa market and promised myself to acquire that one during the next day off.

  At 9:00 PM, I boot Lana in a Windows mode and set 9 hours long track of Deep Sleep meditation.

  That night, I dreamt about a black sheep among the wolves, red eyes blazing with fire, the wolves attacked the sheep but end up devoured by it. Until one white wolf faces the black sheep. Surrounded by the light he doesn't attack the mad sheep, he rather speaks to its mind. Calming it by asking to refrain from rage and revenge upon the wolves asking it to be the guardian of the wounded and the weak. Then the alarm rang. Damn it!

  Like, if my dreams were streamed by cable TV and each episode had a nasty cliffhanger to it.

  Way the go sub consciousness. Thank you.

  Saturday, or holy Sabbath upon which the Jew have to rest as it was set by Example from Jehovah or Biblical God, if you like. It was not what all the modern Jews did though. I don't think there is one sane person who'd refrain from electrical light switches just to keep on the holiness of Sabbath. Well, I took it as a rule not to judge people surrounding me from a very young age, there is a logical explanation to every weirdness in the Universe, and however, I don't have to follow.

  I should have been working night, this day. It means from 2:00 AM to 10:00 AM. Which technically means I was resting during this particular Sabbath. So, why did I wake up to an alarm? Human factor. I set it on a wrong day. Yes. No big deal though, shouldn't eat myself for that. It's not like a flanked the whole operation or something, there is actually a plus for this. I might just have the right mind and enough time to purchase that new Dark Web bundle. Knowledge...

  Did you know that it was the Romans, who put together the first book ever? I mean the book in a form as we came to know it today, decent amount of pages and two sides of a cover to protect them. They called it Codex. If I'm not mistaken, it was the Bible that got such honor at first.

  Then the first e-book was published in 1987 by Judy Malloy.

  That's all folks! Enough of history for today time to work.

  At times, the evil mind or a brilliant one may think it's unique or very out of its kind. However, I'm quite sure that if one sentient being can think of something so can the other.

  It doesn't mean though that if Jacob can swim and you can't, you shouldn't learn how to as well.

  I booted Lana in Tails mode and went into the Hansa Market once again, the purchase of the bundle was easy especially, when you already did it once. When I opened it, everything was there. It was no scam. Even though, it may sound like a fishy op
eration at first place.

  I had to take the extra memory stick right now and transfer the freshly purchased tutorials into it.

  I did just that. Afterwards, I had to reboot Lana in the windows mode. Finally, when that was done, I used an AirDroid app to transfer the tutorials wirelessly to the phone. No need of wires with that one. Which makes it way easier, more convenient and even syncs the entire thing between all of your devices, if you want.

  It was 12:32 PM. Still Sabbath. I had to do something with my food supply. I had to go to the grocery store and buy some basic stuff. I bought a crate of eggs, zero alcohol beer - two bottles, half a dozen of two littered bottles of water and a Swedish cabbage salad. Good enough. I learned previously in my life that an Australian also doesn't buy much when they live alone. Like there is a probability of a fellow Aussie wondering into the grocery store and purchasing just one banana or just one avocado.

  It makes sense when you go to the store back and forth, thus you work out, also you shop smarter and buy only what is truly necessary. I realized that there are people who live in remote locations and cannot afford themselves commute daily to the groceries, but as I said, I'm trying to be cool with everyone. I just do my own thing. That's it.

  At 12:55 PM. cooking the scrambled eggs. Seriously contemplating the Karma of eating biologically undeveloped chicks. Eating them anyway and enjoying it. Karma or no karma, I already paid for them.

  At 13:10, I am realizing I have an urge to let some energies out and getting out for a lengthy walk, even though it's hot, not Mordor hot, but still floor is lava at some point.

  Learning to look for the shadow at the lanes. Observing dead like sleeping cats under the cars.

  There is a tiny sob running down the check but it dries so fast even, I don't notice it.

  Somebody cares for them though, like that dude at the park. They have water supply.

  I won't lie but I turned back home faster than usual. Walking in this heat through the full routine is equal to suicide. Which I'm not ready to commit yet.

  On way back home, I was eyeing some young ladies in explicitly bum shorts. Telling myself no and going home like if nothing happened. Goal reached, energy balance stabilized enough to concentrate on the new guides for few more hours.

  At 13:40. Reading on the phone through the Kindle app, which is the closest to the feeling of seeing the Emerald Tables for the first time and being able to decipher the sacred manuscript. Obviously overestimated self-value, however, it does tickle the ego in a very pleasant way.

  The guides are dope. I learned much more about the Dark Side. Palpatine would be so proud of me.

  I have to force myself to that rapid information consumption for the sake of the health of my eyes. I stretched my back while remaining seated on the chair. Closing my eyes and watching my breath. Slowly perceiving the wind from the vent which was blowing over my skin. The heart pumping the blood at a moderate pace. The irritating feeling in the eyes passes after about 4-5 minutes. I have to admit. It's not healthy to be a workaholic but it does pay off. Emotionally and at times financially, if you don't burn yourself out before that actually happens.

  Relocating myself to the bed and seating with my back leaning on the wall. Closing the eyes and continuing the meditation. It takes time to heal. It doesn't matter what it is, it takes time.

  A distant memory pops up in my mind. Reminding me of Grandma saying that carrots are good for your eyes. And other later memory comes after that, reminding me that they do contain vitamin A which simulates the proper sight in the eyeball. Taking note to invest in carrots. Not today though.

  Enough of the brave melt walking sprees.

  Lying on a bed normally. Taking a phone and putting it on 1 AM Sunday. Yes, a madman got to do what a madman got to do, otherwise, it all would be a mediocrity. Go watch Amadeus, if you don't have a bloody idea of what I'm talking about.

  Sleep comes almost instantly. Meditation is helpful in many ways. I wish they made it a skill to learn in elementary schools around the globe.

  It might be that we'd have less Charlie Manson's running around. Though can't be sure for more than 96%, I got to sleep because I got a morning shift. Now, leave me alone.

  Morning. My alarm is unique. It sounds like most of the alarms of this very phone model. I don't care, it works. Hope there are no Alarm clocks in heaven.

  It's 1:22 AM because I've been snoozing the Alarm. Guilty as charged. Still, enough time to get dressed and stuff the lunch box with enough life keeping calories containing food.

  I hate washing my lunch box, it requires discipline. And a huge stab at your ego. A lady, a couple of days ago approached me on the street prior to me getting on the bus and asked if I'm a lawyer. I said no. She asked, a journalist? I said no, I'm a cashier. Wondered what she would say now seeing me dressed in a suit with a serious look on my face and washing that plate in this kind of dirty lunch box. Well, if that's not a scene for a movie, I don't know what is.

  At 1:48 AM, I had to double check everything. Which all seem to be right. Last look at the mirror. Smirk and a self-note about going to that barber. Yeah, barber... whoever came up with this word is a genius.

  Early morning is pleasant. Not the Bahamas, but it has its beauty. Early hours of the day, when only a few braves are awake.

  At 2:00 AM, the street is empty and there is a poor kitten stuck on the living fence. Meowing for embittering his own faith. I wish I could help but the contract on the condo clearly says no animals allowed. I have to get on the minibus with a heart full of guilt and mind full of pity. I'm just the third passenger on the ride to the Duty-Free. There is no one to welcome me but only the grim face of an exhausted driver. I dig that and make my way to the end of the minibus.

  "Who cares what you think?" one of the ladies at the front was talking on her cellphone and I got to understand that I don't care either what he thinks. Even though, I did not know him. At all. Oh well, life is too short to think about what others think. Just play the game. You might win at it, after all.

  I couldn't nap this time, the way the driver was driving was ruthless at best. Though, we made it there in one piece. I think due to the low traffic of the night. I don't question the will of the Gods.

  Anyhow, when we collected all of the fellow employees, I found out that most of the people on the minibus are self-contained. Well, then I said to myself, I am going to be reading the manuals.

  I did not last too long. Reading amidst lightless seats, makes you value the natural light and your eyes more than anything else.

  Eventually, you are going to find out for yourself, that there are sacrifices that don't worth the hassle. However, some of the things are going to be worth more than anything to you even when your surroundings are certain that your actions are vain.

  At 2:50 AM. Airport and its expressionless guards are eyeing the crowd and making sure that no terrorists make their way through. I doubt though, they could do anything if there was an organized assault. I haven't spotted anyone with guns of any kind. Though, it shouldn't concern me at all. So far, the system worked fine, it means its effective enough to prevent the most of the issues that may arise from troublesome people.

  The way on the escalator made it clear that the wave is still not here and I might just have ten to twenty minutes of relative relaxation upon my attendance of the cash box. After all, the delay of the customer flow is always something the minimum wage employees are looking for.

  At 2:58 AM, the Security check up. I spotted one of the girls from another city standing in a line. She is certainly a newbie or someone I haven't seen before. Slim, long dark blond hair, inebriating smile. I had a strong desire to approach her right there, but... there were people separating us at the line and it is certain that the security guards would not be too patient towards our possible romantic affair. I took another glance at the dream girl and made myself a vow that I have to catch up with her right after the check up on the corridor towards the st
ores or later during the day at the dining room.

  The checkup proceeded slowly but steadily. I certainly can say that some things are not as secure as they seem. Otherwise, there would be no essence to this story at the first place.

  It's almost too easy to smuggle in the flash drive, for example. I already have conducted numerous test successfully of smuggling in, flash drives in my wallet. In a pocket of the bag. Of course, you go through the metal detector and have to put out all the metal devices you possess through the x-ray scan. There is yet another way to smuggle the flash drive, even though the metal detector.

  And they my friend is a belt buckle. There are some places where they do make put off the belt, however at our checkup point, they never did.

  When I finally got through the gates, to my unpleasant surprise, the dream girl was far at the end of the corridor and I was at least 35 meters behind. You could easily suggest to sprint towards her, but that is certainly not an option, especially not at the airport. When people see you run, it looks suspicious in such place. So, I'd rather not take any risks. I can't compromise the entire plan for a sake of an uncertain affair. Besides, how can one dream girl be any better than another?

  I got to the employee's dining room and found myself amidst craze of shuffling and mutual greeting, gossip and zombie walking. The scan of the finger was a necessary thing to perform and you always had to put a mask of indifference and certain friendliness towards your peers just to be able to make it through to activate the fixation of your working hours.

  It was clear there was no time for coffee. However, a piece of kitchen paper was a necessity due to eye leakage. Yes, the fact that you start crying in the middle of the shift without any visible reason makes it pitiful, however, something is just meant to be dealt with. The eye irritation from the screen gazing isn't something uncommon among individuals of the 21 century. Perhaps, there is an untapped market.