judo...everyone is sucked into the lie but me...that is the rule of thumb. hostile work enviroment. job pipline knocked out in full force. cross me and i will watch you cry as you fall off a bridge. public service...the grim reaper of karma...
Fantasia, eat the mfo alive...
A. purchase...
B. unstrategic, and unprofessional,
C. calling in the airstrike is that they don't know
D. the reason I need the query access is to do exactly what you asked me to do...
E. "don't be a wise ass."
F. Judo Judo
11.11.2003
11.05.2003
10.21.2003
I love the smell of Napalm in the morning
there is something to be said for ignorance. it sort of envelopes you in this veil of protection, if I were any wiser I would play dumb unfortunilty then that would mean that I would get stuck trying to figure out my own mess. which may more often than not, be the case in which I am oftern presented. The reality of my situation is that I work for a person, who shall remain nameless until I think of a good name for her, that enjoys her postion of power. So much so that her sarcasum comes across as berating and her humor as insults. She laughs at her colleagues decisions and takes a no holds barred stand on letting other people know that she is right and in charge.
She is a lousy dresser, I have yet to see her wear a skirt, which says a lot in my eyes and has never been seen with something femine drapped across her body. Her choice of vocabulary is tailored and while she tries to stray from her roots, words of slang drip from her lips like hot syrup from a fork during your most memorable pancake meal.
there is something to be said for ignorance. it sort of envelopes you in this veil of protection, if I were any wiser I would play dumb unfortunilty then that would mean that I would get stuck trying to figure out my own mess. which may more often than not, be the case in which I am oftern presented. The reality of my situation is that I work for a person, who shall remain nameless until I think of a good name for her, that enjoys her postion of power. So much so that her sarcasum comes across as berating and her humor as insults. She laughs at her colleagues decisions and takes a no holds barred stand on letting other people know that she is right and in charge.
She is a lousy dresser, I have yet to see her wear a skirt, which says a lot in my eyes and has never been seen with something femine drapped across her body. Her choice of vocabulary is tailored and while she tries to stray from her roots, words of slang drip from her lips like hot syrup from a fork during your most memorable pancake meal.
10.16.2003
Reflection on the dread
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
Reflection on the dread
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
Reflection on the dread
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
when love is rare and young, it's all real, but time always reveals the bitter taste of losing everything that I hold dear.
Kierkegaard knew the horror of everthing disappearing before a sick brooding over the tale of one's own miserable self. He sought for the way between this devouring of oneself in observation as though one were the only man who had ever been , and the sorry comfort of a universal human shipwreck. He knew the unhappy relativity in everything, the unending question about what I am .... a wound that will not heal.
If I lose my sense of humor I best find it fast, otherwise I surely will find myself in the confounds of a place that they don't let me talk about , that they don't acknowledge as part of who I am, the one, the girl w/ the issue, the anger, the problem. Jesus Christ you think I suffered from some kind of debilitating dis-ease,
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
If I lose my sense of humor I best find it fast, otherwise I surely will find myself in the confounds of a place that they don't let me talk about , that they don't acknowledge as part of who I am, the one, the girl w/ the issue, the anger, the problem. Jesus Christ you think I suffered from some kind of debilitating dis-ease,
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
If I lose my sense of humor I best find it fast, otherwise I surely will find myself in the confounds of a place that they don't let me talk about , that they don't acknowledge as part of who I am, the one, the girl w/ the issue, the anger, the problem. Jesus Christ you think I suffered from some kind of debilitating dis-ease,
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
ok so I don't dig self help books or those chinsey little pocket cards made out of some plastic resin that help me be a better person....Big deal what does that get you?, except a thought, a recollection at the most inappropriate time.
10.09.2003
::so you want to know how to side step do ya?::
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
::so you want to know how to side step do ya?::
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
::so you want to know how to side step do ya?::
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
no problem. let me just move this pile of shit that i have beneath my feet. i am sorry that your not able to connect the dots right now, but if you look closely you will notice that some of them are missing. in which case feel free to make up the steps as you go a long. we will simply erase all the pieces of you that are not attractive.
i love a good joke, you know the ones that leave you giglilng for say about an hour after their punchline, I mean how fucking simple are we as a society that daily dilberts
10.08.2003
:: how long can you keep this up? ::
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
:: how long can you keep this up? ::
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
:: how long can you keep this up? ::
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
this masquerading is getting to be too much for me to deal with. i don't know what i want anymore than a three year old child knows what they want to do with the rest of their life. here i am again going into negativity mode, open the doorway for the mundane and routine workload, you can go ahead and place it in the center of the room as this will be it's debut performance.
9.22.2003
Once again I set myself up for disappointment, it is no use despite that I try to remain outside of myself but it never fails, there I go again about ready to turn and walk away and then I step off the edge of a cliff. Hey listen, of course it was good for the short time it lasted. There was giggling and a pang of excitement that took my body over for a period of 192 hours while I was under the disillusion that it and I were actually going to be different this time, that I would patiently maintain my self composure and be a perfectly able bodied citizen while the world spun on it’s axsis and we went about business in our usually slow motion paper-filled sort of way. While behind the glass curtain there was tension, there was this heavy burden that filled the space we walked in. The wind as we walk is wrapped up in those uncomfortable moments of silence when time moves it’s slowest. Except it doesn’t work out like that in the real world as well as it does on paper and so here I am faced with the conceptual misfortune of knowing that in due time this too will turn sour.
Once again I set myself up for disappointment, it is no use despite that I try to remain outside of myself but it never fails, there I go again about ready to turn and walk away and then I step off the edge of a cliff. Hey listen, of course it was good for the short time it lasted. There was giggling and a pang of excitement that took my body over for a period of 192 hours while I was under the disillusion that it and I were actually going to be different this time, that I would patiently maintain my self composure and be a perfectly able bodied citizen while the world spun on it’s axsis and we went about business in our usually slow motion paper-filled sort of way. While behind the glass curtain there was tension, there was this heavy burden that filled the space we walked in. The wind as we walk is wrapped up in those uncomfortable moments of silence when time moves it’s slowest. Except it doesn’t work out like that in the real world as well as it does on paper and so here I am faced with the conceptual misfortune of knowing that in due time this too will turn sour.
Once again I set myself up for disappointment, it is no use despite that I try to remain outside of myself but it never fails, there I go again about ready to turn and walk away and then I step off the edge of a cliff. Hey listen, of course it was good for the short time it lasted. There was giggling and a pang of excitement that took my body over for a period of 192 hours while I was under the disillusion that it and I were actually going to be different this time, that I would patiently maintain my self composure and be a perfectly able bodied citizen while the world spun on it’s axsis and we went about business in our usually slow motion paper-filled sort of way. While behind the glass curtain there was tension, there was this heavy burden that filled the space we walked in. The wind as we walk is wrapped up in those uncomfortable moments of silence when time moves it’s slowest. Except it doesn’t work out like that in the real world as well as it does on paper and so here I am faced with the conceptual misfortune of knowing that in due time this too will turn sour.
9.05.2003
::managerial nightmares::
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
::managerial nightmares::
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
::managerial nightmares::
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
so the lease is on it's way. i am waiting to see pages start flying out of the fax machine but at the moment nothing comes. i saw that double l had his weekly distribution out and about the other day, he is ridiculous. i am inclined to think that he is lonely and does not know how to make real friends so he simply hooks on to everyone elses. everything about him is shallow, ha that is funny because it means short
9.03.2003
change is good
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
change is good
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
change is good
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
i grow bored with things, i suppose it is no suprise that i end up looking for another other to satisfy my needs. it's no use. i try to stay focused. but time and time again i see the mundane creeping up over the horizon and low and behold, i once again am plagued by temptation, abandonment and disinterest. so what do i do? i go out and find myself a new blog, a little something to take the edge off..... whew.
7.09.2003
5.20.2003
4.11.2003
My top ten reasons why I should spend 85.00 to attend a benefit function:
1. It's a social event and I don't know anyone. Hence I might meet someone
2. No athletic skills are required, i.e. gymnastics, scuba diving,or calisthenics...
3. I will not be required to know how to operate anything, such as sporting equipment, i.e.. baseball mitt, bat, golf clubs, go-carts, etc...
4. People had to pay to attend this event, this will weed out the unattractive possibility that slugs will be in attendance.
5. I can write the 40.00 ( why not the full amount?) off on my 2003 tax return as a donation.
6. I can use that 150.00 black dress that is hanging in the back of my closet that I only wore once.
7. I can use that 40.00 small purse with the sequins on it.
8. I will not be expected to perform any function other than decent conversation skills.
9. It's a good cause and someone will benefit from my money other than Via Spiga
10. I left any decent prospects in the dating department in the West Indies...
1. It's a social event and I don't know anyone. Hence I might meet someone
2. No athletic skills are required, i.e. gymnastics, scuba diving,or calisthenics...
3. I will not be required to know how to operate anything, such as sporting equipment, i.e.. baseball mitt, bat, golf clubs, go-carts, etc...
4. People had to pay to attend this event, this will weed out the unattractive possibility that slugs will be in attendance.
5. I can write the 40.00 ( why not the full amount?) off on my 2003 tax return as a donation.
6. I can use that 150.00 black dress that is hanging in the back of my closet that I only wore once.
7. I can use that 40.00 small purse with the sequins on it.
8. I will not be expected to perform any function other than decent conversation skills.
9. It's a good cause and someone will benefit from my money other than Via Spiga
10. I left any decent prospects in the dating department in the West Indies...
3.27.2003
reentry definitely sucks
someone tell me I am having a bad dream and really I am still on the beach with my red bull and vodka talking with that fine fine tan man with blond hair and ice-blue eyes...
someone tell me that I didn't just fall in complete lust with my scuba instuctor as he gently touched my lips with his fingertips under the open water to teach me how to exhale with out my regulator....
someone tell me that this guy who is dancing with me must be a robot, clearly I have never met a man who can dance the samba and the friggin meringue from NJ...
someone tell me that my boss missed her farm of pigs and packed her shit and moved back to blue mountains......
someone tell me I am having a bad dream and really I am still on the beach with my red bull and vodka talking with that fine fine tan man with blond hair and ice-blue eyes...
someone tell me that I didn't just fall in complete lust with my scuba instuctor as he gently touched my lips with his fingertips under the open water to teach me how to exhale with out my regulator....
someone tell me that this guy who is dancing with me must be a robot, clearly I have never met a man who can dance the samba and the friggin meringue from NJ...
someone tell me that my boss missed her farm of pigs and packed her shit and moved back to blue mountains......
3.13.2003
A Moment of Reality
I am scrambling here...the bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye..But the dawn is breakin,it's early morn, the taxi's waitin, he's blowin his hour, already I'm so lonesome I could die...
So kiss me and smile for me,Tell me that you'll wait for me, Hold me like you never let me go.'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go....
well not really but that is the way John Denver wrote the song and it just sort of came ....
I'll sure miss my computer while I'm away.... and my fine fine posse of peeps...
BUT God willing, I'll be back! and as ginagirl states some times we forget that life can be cut short so we must learn to live our life's desires in the moment.
On that note I will leave you with these thoughts.....
Study as if you were going to live forever; live as if you were going to die tomorrow.- Maria Mitchell
oh and one more thing; burn the candle at both ends, it gives off a stunning light...
I am scrambling here...the bags are packed, I'm ready to go, I'm standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye..But the dawn is breakin,it's early morn, the taxi's waitin, he's blowin his hour, already I'm so lonesome I could die...
So kiss me and smile for me,Tell me that you'll wait for me, Hold me like you never let me go.'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane, Don't know when I'll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go....
well not really but that is the way John Denver wrote the song and it just sort of came ....
I'll sure miss my computer while I'm away.... and my fine fine posse of peeps...
BUT God willing, I'll be back! and as ginagirl states some times we forget that life can be cut short so we must learn to live our life's desires in the moment.
On that note I will leave you with these thoughts.....
Study as if you were going to live forever; live as if you were going to die tomorrow.- Maria Mitchell
oh and one more thing; burn the candle at both ends, it gives off a stunning light...
3.12.2003
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts. - Bertrand Russell
I Can not believe he critiqued my writing skills on this blog.......Get a JOB!
I Can not believe he critiqued my writing skills on this blog.......Get a JOB!
3.11.2003
"And see, no longer blinded by our eyes." -Rupert Brooke
Being in a relationship with Barry was like getting this great big gift on Christmas morning, the excitement at times was overwhelming. The packaging was so beautiful it had bows and ribbons with a "to" tag scripted in that slanted penmanship with my name on it. It was mystical, it was mysterious and enchanting.
And that was grand, it was great.
And then when I was certain that gift was for me, I wanted to tear open the box with all it's packaging and reach in for the concealed gift hidden within the confinds of the box.
The real surprise, the truth behind all the neatly adorned ribbons and bows and perfectly chosen gift wrap, was that the box was empty.
There was nothing there, no pieces to put together, no music boxes to wind, just an empty box. It just sat there, it couldn't reach out to anyone as others had toward it. Emotionally it was empty, and I, exhasted and disappointed grew empty as a result.
Being in a relationship with Barry was like getting this great big gift on Christmas morning, the excitement at times was overwhelming. The packaging was so beautiful it had bows and ribbons with a "to" tag scripted in that slanted penmanship with my name on it. It was mystical, it was mysterious and enchanting.
And that was grand, it was great.
And then when I was certain that gift was for me, I wanted to tear open the box with all it's packaging and reach in for the concealed gift hidden within the confinds of the box.
The real surprise, the truth behind all the neatly adorned ribbons and bows and perfectly chosen gift wrap, was that the box was empty.
There was nothing there, no pieces to put together, no music boxes to wind, just an empty box. It just sat there, it couldn't reach out to anyone as others had toward it. Emotionally it was empty, and I, exhasted and disappointed grew empty as a result.
I've looked at life from both sides now
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all.
-JONI MITCHELL
Things I noticed today:
A black crow sits on the top of the water tower outside my office window.
C has a bit of nervous energy and constantly even in times of rest resorts to shaking her lower leg at very quick intervals.
C & J have nervous energy that causes them to rock while seated....No wonder! who knew?!
Todd has very blue eyes and his daughters' are the same shape as her mothers but the color of his...
Most computer techs smoke.
My watch is running fast.
I procastinate when I have a ton of shit to do.
GD gets the shakes and does not eat full meals, has a enormous black and blue on his right fist as though he punched something.
From win and lose and still somehow
It's life's illusions I recall
I really don't know life at all.
-JONI MITCHELL
Things I noticed today:
A black crow sits on the top of the water tower outside my office window.
C has a bit of nervous energy and constantly even in times of rest resorts to shaking her lower leg at very quick intervals.
C & J have nervous energy that causes them to rock while seated....No wonder! who knew?!
Todd has very blue eyes and his daughters' are the same shape as her mothers but the color of his...
Most computer techs smoke.
My watch is running fast.
I procastinate when I have a ton of shit to do.
GD gets the shakes and does not eat full meals, has a enormous black and blue on his right fist as though he punched something.
3.10.2003
Tellin it Like it is or Was
Has Mel Gibson not a clue what to do with his time and money? The actor is reportably in the final stages of a film which he solely produced that depicts the "true" last 12 hours in the life of Jesus Christ. The film, entitled "The Passion" (why does this remind me of Peter Gabriel's "Passion" album done exclusively for the film," The Last Temptation of Christ"?) is spoken entirely in the authentic languages of Latin and Aramaic. Well.
Going under the contention alone that the two earlier mentioned languages are dead---who will understand what anyone is saying? This film then will have to be visually very powerful. I will also venture out on a limb and say that this will piss some people off -- not the language part, but the adaptation. I can hear it now. The Jewish community will feel once again like they are being marked with the responsibility in the death of Jesus, and The Vatican is going to go on public record, while not denouncing the actor himself who is a devote Catholic and holds Latin masses daily in his CA home, to state something to the fact that the Catholic Church does not recognize the film's message. Since the Vatican II basically rewrote history to negate the Jewish responsibility in the death of Jesus, the film "The Passion" depicts otherwise, and once again places Pilate as the kingpin who is desperate for acceptance from of the Jewish people and his willingness to please Caesar, orders the crucifixion of Jesus.
If you have two religions in your land, the two will cut each other's throats; but if you have thirty religions, they will dwell in peace. - Voltaire
Oh the division of religion.... in either sense I might actually want to view this upon release. Seeing as though I will have to watch the film, I could also listen to music, preferrably the album noted above may fit nicely in my pocket while at the theater.
On another note. God punished me today. He does this from time to time... On my way out, rather glad to have the window cracked for some fresh air in the car, I grabbed hold of my water bottle and thought, oh darn these silly little sports bottle caps, I can just throw it out the window. Just as I thought that, I see in the oncoming lane a rather large commercial van. I also see a big puddle in the middle of the road.......Shall I make you guess what happens next. The window is open just enough so that when the bastard drives by, all the water from the road sprays up onto the windshield and on the side window as well. Had the window been up, I would have been spared the spray........I was not however that lucky, but was happy to be wearing my sunglasses since they caught the bulk of the impact. Of course I laughed, and out loud to myself, as I put the darn pop top in the compartment in the side of the door.
Has Mel Gibson not a clue what to do with his time and money? The actor is reportably in the final stages of a film which he solely produced that depicts the "true" last 12 hours in the life of Jesus Christ. The film, entitled "The Passion" (why does this remind me of Peter Gabriel's "Passion" album done exclusively for the film," The Last Temptation of Christ"?) is spoken entirely in the authentic languages of Latin and Aramaic. Well.
Going under the contention alone that the two earlier mentioned languages are dead---who will understand what anyone is saying? This film then will have to be visually very powerful. I will also venture out on a limb and say that this will piss some people off -- not the language part, but the adaptation. I can hear it now. The Jewish community will feel once again like they are being marked with the responsibility in the death of Jesus, and The Vatican is going to go on public record, while not denouncing the actor himself who is a devote Catholic and holds Latin masses daily in his CA home, to state something to the fact that the Catholic Church does not recognize the film's message. Since the Vatican II basically rewrote history to negate the Jewish responsibility in the death of Jesus, the film "The Passion" depicts otherwise, and once again places Pilate as the kingpin who is desperate for acceptance from of the Jewish people and his willingness to please Caesar, orders the crucifixion of Jesus.
If you have two religions in your land, the two will cut each other's throats; but if you have thirty religions, they will dwell in peace. - Voltaire
Oh the division of religion.... in either sense I might actually want to view this upon release. Seeing as though I will have to watch the film, I could also listen to music, preferrably the album noted above may fit nicely in my pocket while at the theater.
On another note. God punished me today. He does this from time to time... On my way out, rather glad to have the window cracked for some fresh air in the car, I grabbed hold of my water bottle and thought, oh darn these silly little sports bottle caps, I can just throw it out the window. Just as I thought that, I see in the oncoming lane a rather large commercial van. I also see a big puddle in the middle of the road.......Shall I make you guess what happens next. The window is open just enough so that when the bastard drives by, all the water from the road sprays up onto the windshield and on the side window as well. Had the window been up, I would have been spared the spray........I was not however that lucky, but was happy to be wearing my sunglasses since they caught the bulk of the impact. Of course I laughed, and out loud to myself, as I put the darn pop top in the compartment in the side of the door.
3.09.2003
ok so I write a lot of lists, I have a lot of half scribbled pages of notes to myself laying around everywhere, I don't want to forget something but at the same time I don't want to remember either... So the spare bedroom is presently a dressing room of sorts. I have the suitcase all laid out, the clothes are growing in numbers like soldiers they in preparation for their trip. I on the other hand am exhasted and still looking for the right pair of shoes to travel with... oh the decisons are endless. perhaps a movie to distract the distractable little old me........
I'll give you careless amounts of out right
Acceptance if you want it. I'll give you
Encouragement to choose the path you want if you need it.
You can speak of anger and doubts,
Your fears and freak-outs and I'll hold it.
You can share your so-called
Shamefilled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it.
And there are no strings attached,
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
And you owe me nothing in return.
You can ask for space for yourself
And only yourself and I'll grant it.
You can ask for freedom as was
Or time to revel and you'll have it.
You can ask to live by yourself
Or love someone else and I'll support it.
You can ask for anything you want
Anything at all and I'll understand it.
I bet you're wondering when
The next payback you'll eventually drop.
I bet you're wondering when my conditions or policies will force you to cough up.
I bet you're wondering how far you now have danced moved back into dead.
This is the only kind of love
As I understand it that there really is.
You can express your deepest of truths
Even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.
You can fall into the abyss
On the way to your bliss
And I'll empathize with.
You can't say that you'll have to skip town
To chase your passion and I'll hear it.
You can leave and hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
And you owe me nothing in return
-Alanis Morissette - You Owe Me Nothing In Return
I find this to be quite a little number that I can't get out of my head..
Acceptance if you want it. I'll give you
Encouragement to choose the path you want if you need it.
You can speak of anger and doubts,
Your fears and freak-outs and I'll hold it.
You can share your so-called
Shamefilled accounts of times in your life and I won't judge it.
And there are no strings attached,
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give.
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have.
I give you thanks for receiving, it's my privilege,
And you owe me nothing in return.
You can ask for space for yourself
And only yourself and I'll grant it.
You can ask for freedom as was
Or time to revel and you'll have it.
You can ask to live by yourself
Or love someone else and I'll support it.
You can ask for anything you want
Anything at all and I'll understand it.
I bet you're wondering when
The next payback you'll eventually drop.
I bet you're wondering when my conditions or policies will force you to cough up.
I bet you're wondering how far you now have danced moved back into dead.
This is the only kind of love
As I understand it that there really is.
You can express your deepest of truths
Even if it means I'll lose you and I'll hear it.
You can fall into the abyss
On the way to your bliss
And I'll empathize with.
You can't say that you'll have to skip town
To chase your passion and I'll hear it.
You can leave and hit rock bottom have a mid-life crisis and I'll hold it
And you owe me nothing in return
-Alanis Morissette - You Owe Me Nothing In Return
I find this to be quite a little number that I can't get out of my head..
3.08.2003
Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity
ah yes indeed, it maybe pathetic but true, J forgot to add me to the list of invites to our platform meeting w/ our big vendor of choice....Not a big deal except that I am leading all the programming changes for the web platform and employee communications rollout and may need to know some of what they discussed... Problem number 1: I look like I simply didn't show up. Problem number 2: J actually thought I didn't show up.
See when I confronted her on the topic infront of our director, she said of course I had you meeting request in Outlook...."No", I replied, "I would have gotten the email and responsed to the request had I been on the invite. Look in the meeting request and it will not show my name...see for yourself..."
"OH", "HAAAAA, I am such a nerd!" she says, "I am soo sorry!, I did that once to T too, and he was left out of the loop." I think to myself well your not a computer nerd that is for certain but definitely a nerd of another kind that is for sure... I offer to help her create a distribution list for this project to include all the key members so no one is left uninformed. She says sure but when the Director chimes in and asks in a matter of fact sort of way, "don't you know how to do that?" J, replies with "oh sure, I am certain I do, I just don't take the time to set it up." Right, I think to myself, she can't find her way around on the freakin computer, I highly doubt you can manage an organized task as setting up the program to do something automatically.
ah yes indeed, it maybe pathetic but true, J forgot to add me to the list of invites to our platform meeting w/ our big vendor of choice....Not a big deal except that I am leading all the programming changes for the web platform and employee communications rollout and may need to know some of what they discussed... Problem number 1: I look like I simply didn't show up. Problem number 2: J actually thought I didn't show up.
See when I confronted her on the topic infront of our director, she said of course I had you meeting request in Outlook...."No", I replied, "I would have gotten the email and responsed to the request had I been on the invite. Look in the meeting request and it will not show my name...see for yourself..."
"OH", "HAAAAA, I am such a nerd!" she says, "I am soo sorry!, I did that once to T too, and he was left out of the loop." I think to myself well your not a computer nerd that is for certain but definitely a nerd of another kind that is for sure... I offer to help her create a distribution list for this project to include all the key members so no one is left uninformed. She says sure but when the Director chimes in and asks in a matter of fact sort of way, "don't you know how to do that?" J, replies with "oh sure, I am certain I do, I just don't take the time to set it up." Right, I think to myself, she can't find her way around on the freakin computer, I highly doubt you can manage an organized task as setting up the program to do something automatically.
3.06.2003
I felt it necessary to respond to a comment I received from my earlier post...regarding this MR.. RIGHT NOW...
Currently there is no Transitional Man, or Mr.. Right Now- but I suppose that is not something I would entirely rule out...
In regard to my earlier post this is my cynical perspective speaking or more appropriately my bad attitude. You see, IF opportunity knocked and Mr.. Right Now were to present himself, it would be just my luck that those very unappealing ten qualities he would posses, which is why I would argue the latter point that I simply may not be interested in the whole project. (problem number two, I view this as a chore of sorts).
And to further that point - ( this is where I start to philosophize....so exit if you find it repulsive-) Mr.. Right Now, or Transitional Man would have to be someone I would want to be with, so that would negate the whole Transitional thing....there is the element of something else that lurks in the darkness. If you like the person you want them to be more than transitional....right? Perhaps I have yet to master this skill.... I really have to like a person to see them on a somewhat regular basis or spend my time with them, ok that second part may sound pretentious but I know some of you out there in space will attest to this maybe in the bathroom with the door closed, --but other than acquaintances, dating someone for the sake of having someone to spend time with is just not my bag!
Sure I can stay up till three a.m. with the adults, doing adult things, and some not so adult things ( standing on a bar stool at the Raccoon Lodge singing Me and Bobby MeGee comes to mind here...) Hey, I slept with someone on the first date!! --(not necessarily proud of this very personal detail but ....in honesty, knowing full well that I would not be calling him in the near future and did not mind if he didn't call me (didn't want him to actually) made it ok somehow. (don't they talk about stuff like this on
Naked NY? You see, after five minutes of our initial meeting I knew we had this attraction between us, I didn't really find him my cup of tea, but was willing to give it a go.
While at dinner, he talked about himself and his money. boring. Halfway through dinner, he was aggravating me by attempting on more than one occasion to swallow my hand, (normally I would assume that when one kisses your hand, they do so in gentle caressing manner), on the way home from dinner he nearly suffocated me, when he offered me an invitation to accompany him inside to meet his housemates, I thought about it, sure what the hell.... I can always leave. When he invited me to view the wet bar in his bedroom, (Ok I was younger, a real risk taker, or opportunist) I figured what the heck!, I saw the opportunity to have some fun, and SO that was Mr. Of The Moment.....
As fate would have it Mr. Of the Moment did call, a few times thereafter, I told him I met someone I was serious about, so now in retrospect I suppose that was a potential Mr. Right Now.... If only I could stomach him outside of the bedroom, perhaps we would have gotten along... So I digress again,,,and ask myself Do I have the energy or patience rather for Mr. Right Now?? probably not.
Currently there is no Transitional Man, or Mr.. Right Now- but I suppose that is not something I would entirely rule out...
In regard to my earlier post this is my cynical perspective speaking or more appropriately my bad attitude. You see, IF opportunity knocked and Mr.. Right Now were to present himself, it would be just my luck that those very unappealing ten qualities he would posses, which is why I would argue the latter point that I simply may not be interested in the whole project. (problem number two, I view this as a chore of sorts).
And to further that point - ( this is where I start to philosophize....so exit if you find it repulsive-) Mr.. Right Now, or Transitional Man would have to be someone I would want to be with, so that would negate the whole Transitional thing....there is the element of something else that lurks in the darkness. If you like the person you want them to be more than transitional....right? Perhaps I have yet to master this skill.... I really have to like a person to see them on a somewhat regular basis or spend my time with them, ok that second part may sound pretentious but I know some of you out there in space will attest to this maybe in the bathroom with the door closed, --but other than acquaintances, dating someone for the sake of having someone to spend time with is just not my bag!
Sure I can stay up till three a.m. with the adults, doing adult things, and some not so adult things ( standing on a bar stool at the Raccoon Lodge singing Me and Bobby MeGee comes to mind here...) Hey, I slept with someone on the first date!! --(not necessarily proud of this very personal detail but ....in honesty, knowing full well that I would not be calling him in the near future and did not mind if he didn't call me (didn't want him to actually) made it ok somehow. (don't they talk about stuff like this on
Naked NY? You see, after five minutes of our initial meeting I knew we had this attraction between us, I didn't really find him my cup of tea, but was willing to give it a go.
While at dinner, he talked about himself and his money. boring. Halfway through dinner, he was aggravating me by attempting on more than one occasion to swallow my hand, (normally I would assume that when one kisses your hand, they do so in gentle caressing manner), on the way home from dinner he nearly suffocated me, when he offered me an invitation to accompany him inside to meet his housemates, I thought about it, sure what the hell.... I can always leave. When he invited me to view the wet bar in his bedroom, (Ok I was younger, a real risk taker, or opportunist) I figured what the heck!, I saw the opportunity to have some fun, and SO that was Mr. Of The Moment.....
As fate would have it Mr. Of the Moment did call, a few times thereafter, I told him I met someone I was serious about, so now in retrospect I suppose that was a potential Mr. Right Now.... If only I could stomach him outside of the bedroom, perhaps we would have gotten along... So I digress again,,,and ask myself Do I have the energy or patience rather for Mr. Right Now?? probably not.
Transitional man, Not Mr.. Right BUT Mr.. right-now.....I am thinking there is something to be said for that role. not a bad idea, not a bad place to be. I can do that. Can I do that? am I lazy for thinking not? am I not interested? what do I see wrong with Mr. right now? I find listing helpful---
1.He probably talks about himself too much, and brags that he balances his checkbook monthly( a sure sign of not enough to do).
2.He looks forward to wearing wife beater shirts in the warm weather thinking that it shows off his dedication to his constant battle to improve muscular appearance, despite internal deterioration.
3.He doesn't smoke (not such a bad thing) there is something to be said for a fresh clean scent from one's pores) BUT he preaches to the choir to those who choose to smoke.
4. He holds strong right-wing political views and lets everyone know the minute he has an opinion. (not all that attractive)
5. He doesn't take the time to care about himself. Sure he showers but does he cut his toenails? What do his hands look like- can he work with garden equipment?
6.This is a biggie --- He doesn't Read - anything! ( I could be picky here, but I will cut him some slack).
7. He is afraid of dogs.
8. He doesn't like wine
9. He paints himself of game days
10. Last but not Least---He is not into pleasing me--physically, mentally and spiritually.
1.He probably talks about himself too much, and brags that he balances his checkbook monthly( a sure sign of not enough to do).
2.He looks forward to wearing wife beater shirts in the warm weather thinking that it shows off his dedication to his constant battle to improve muscular appearance, despite internal deterioration.
3.He doesn't smoke (not such a bad thing) there is something to be said for a fresh clean scent from one's pores) BUT he preaches to the choir to those who choose to smoke.
4. He holds strong right-wing political views and lets everyone know the minute he has an opinion. (not all that attractive)
5. He doesn't take the time to care about himself. Sure he showers but does he cut his toenails? What do his hands look like- can he work with garden equipment?
6.This is a biggie --- He doesn't Read - anything! ( I could be picky here, but I will cut him some slack).
7. He is afraid of dogs.
8. He doesn't like wine
9. He paints himself of game days
10. Last but not Least---He is not into pleasing me--physically, mentally and spiritually.
IF you have a question raise your hand
Dear Ginagirl-
Seeing that I will be headed off to the British West Indies I am beside myself without organizational packing tips and techniques. Do you have a few hot tips to help me pack smart---I need to be prepared for bright days at the beach, snorkeling in the reefs, dining and dancing.....Certainly at this rate one Louis Vuitton Trunk isn't going to cut it!! HELP!
Dear Ginagirl-
Seeing that I will be headed off to the British West Indies I am beside myself without organizational packing tips and techniques. Do you have a few hot tips to help me pack smart---I need to be prepared for bright days at the beach, snorkeling in the reefs, dining and dancing.....Certainly at this rate one Louis Vuitton Trunk isn't going to cut it!! HELP!
3.05.2003
3.04.2003
3.03.2003
DEMOLISH THE STUPIDITY
This is a real excerpt of an email from a recruiter that responded to my sister's email....
1. Retail Analyst to work with VP of Sales – NYC - Not OPEN yet
2. Analyst w/ 1 year Quantitative skills & Modeling experience for RE Consulting Group – NJ - you are NOT and analyst
3. Staff &/or Senior Accountant w/ really strong basic accounting skills & accounting major – NYC - Job was FILLED
4. Accounting and Operations Associate (Entry-Level) for Specialized Investment/Tech Firm–NYC - You are NOT an accountant
5. General Associate: Finance and Operations (0 to 5 years of experience) for Specialize Firm-NYC - You are NOT a finance person
6. Assistant to Co-owner/Head of Production/Product Development (a lot of personal work)-NJ - You are NOT an admin Asst
Therefore, when I have something for YOU, I will let you know. Thanks,
On that note:
If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.
- Henry Rollins
This is a real excerpt of an email from a recruiter that responded to my sister's email....
1. Retail Analyst to work with VP of Sales – NYC - Not OPEN yet
2. Analyst w/ 1 year Quantitative skills & Modeling experience for RE Consulting Group – NJ - you are NOT and analyst
3. Staff &/or Senior Accountant w/ really strong basic accounting skills & accounting major – NYC - Job was FILLED
4. Accounting and Operations Associate (Entry-Level) for Specialized Investment/Tech Firm–NYC - You are NOT an accountant
5. General Associate: Finance and Operations (0 to 5 years of experience) for Specialize Firm-NYC - You are NOT a finance person
6. Assistant to Co-owner/Head of Production/Product Development (a lot of personal work)-NJ - You are NOT an admin Asst
Therefore, when I have something for YOU, I will let you know. Thanks,
On that note:
If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do.
- Henry Rollins
It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them---the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas. - Dostoyevsky
monday monday....so I am still here. that would be breathing. yes I awoke this morning to utter confusion. I suppose I dreamt I was somewhere else and possibly another person all together. In any event, I literally woke up to the sun and said to myself,... work?! , I don't work, and not at Honeywell either. I work at Honeywell? The dog stared at me as I glanced around the room realizing that indeed I held a job, and was expected to be there in 45 minutes...hum,
Clearly I must be drinking too much or am experiencing the beginnings of a mental deterioration. I ask myself the following questions...
1. Do I drink alone?
No, not intentionally. does a glass of wine after work count or alone in the corner of a bar?
2. Do I drink more than twice a week?
Yes. I am guilty there.
3. Do I hear voices?
Peridocially in my sleep after I have been drinking.
4. Do I see things that are either not there or they are and are certainly voile insight?
Sometimes and only in public.
5. Do I talk to myself or homeless strangers?
Guilty here again. My conversation with the Morristown Mud Lady however proved to be quite an ephany for me.
So while I have come to the conclusion that one may not be so eager to fit in the confindes of our society, if you take the time to care for yourself, be it by using extremely dark makeup or slicked dreadlocked hair, you are only a lunatic if you let the world make you think you are not normal. this is all normal. I am Okay, at least for today.
I digress, my boss however is still a freak.
monday monday....so I am still here. that would be breathing. yes I awoke this morning to utter confusion. I suppose I dreamt I was somewhere else and possibly another person all together. In any event, I literally woke up to the sun and said to myself,... work?! , I don't work, and not at Honeywell either. I work at Honeywell? The dog stared at me as I glanced around the room realizing that indeed I held a job, and was expected to be there in 45 minutes...hum,
Clearly I must be drinking too much or am experiencing the beginnings of a mental deterioration. I ask myself the following questions...
1. Do I drink alone?
No, not intentionally. does a glass of wine after work count or alone in the corner of a bar?
2. Do I drink more than twice a week?
Yes. I am guilty there.
3. Do I hear voices?
Peridocially in my sleep after I have been drinking.
4. Do I see things that are either not there or they are and are certainly voile insight?
Sometimes and only in public.
5. Do I talk to myself or homeless strangers?
Guilty here again. My conversation with the Morristown Mud Lady however proved to be quite an ephany for me.
So while I have come to the conclusion that one may not be so eager to fit in the confindes of our society, if you take the time to care for yourself, be it by using extremely dark makeup or slicked dreadlocked hair, you are only a lunatic if you let the world make you think you are not normal. this is all normal. I am Okay, at least for today.
I digress, my boss however is still a freak.
3.02.2003
Since I have turned my posse onto this blog I am excited to have you join my room or rantings....feel free to leave me your feedback, and please don't take too much of what I say here personally. While I save the private stuff for another place peridocially I do get slightly off-color and out of control.......Peace.
Now that bargaining tool should have been marketed Gina! How Impressive an idea to place upon your parents when clearly eating the remainder of your meal is far beyond an accomplishable task. You may want to contact UPS to set up a joint venture. Certainly, you cannot deprive those young Americans from giving back.....especially in times like these.
So our evening turned out to be satisfactory despite a rather sour sight at an otherwise pleasant place. After a small stint of drinks w/ the ladies, I was dropped off in Pville. It was a night of talk and rumblings...while I hit the bed long before dawn, I had not slept until after six......gathering my things early on and escaping was the only hope I could count on to catch up on the sleep I have missed. I am however not sorry to have lost a few vital hours. the wait was well worth it.
OH p.s.->->--> For all you insiders.....Alex- I'll take the bald spots for 400 please.
Now that bargaining tool should have been marketed Gina! How Impressive an idea to place upon your parents when clearly eating the remainder of your meal is far beyond an accomplishable task. You may want to contact UPS to set up a joint venture. Certainly, you cannot deprive those young Americans from giving back.....especially in times like these.
So our evening turned out to be satisfactory despite a rather sour sight at an otherwise pleasant place. After a small stint of drinks w/ the ladies, I was dropped off in Pville. It was a night of talk and rumblings...while I hit the bed long before dawn, I had not slept until after six......gathering my things early on and escaping was the only hope I could count on to catch up on the sleep I have missed. I am however not sorry to have lost a few vital hours. the wait was well worth it.
OH p.s.->->--> For all you insiders.....Alex- I'll take the bald spots for 400 please.
3.01.2003
2.26.2003
Someone Wrote this.....
BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL WOMAN IS HERSELF
OH MY GOD, I THINK I'M BECOMING THE MAN I WANTED TO MARRY!
GINGER ROGERS DID EVERYTHING FRED ASTAIRE DID, BUT SHE DID IT BACKWARDS AND IN HIGH HEELS
A WOMAN IS LIKE A TEA BAG...YOU DON'T KNOW HOW STRONG SHE IS UNTIL YOU PUT HER IN HOT WATER
I HAVE YET TO HEAR A MAN ASK FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO COMBINE MARRIAGE AND A CAREER
SO MANY MEN, SO FEW WHO CAN AFFORD ME
COFFEE, CHOCOLATE, MEN. SOME THINGS ARE JUST BETTER RICH
DON'T TREAT ME ANY DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU WOULD THE QUEEN
I'M OUT OF ESTROGEN AND I HAVE A GUN
WARNING: I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT
OF COURSE I DON'T LOOK BUSY...I DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME
DO NOT START WITH ME. YOU WILL NOT WIN!
ALL STRESSED OUT AND NO ONE TO CHOKE
I CAN BE ONE OF THOSE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPENS TO BAD PEOPLE
HOW CAN I MISS YOU IF YOU WON'T GO AWAY?
DON'T UPSET ME! I'M RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO HIDE THE BODIES
And last but not least:
IF YOU WANT BREAKFAST IN BED, SLEEP IN THE KITCHEN
well the last one is funny, and the one about doing it right the first time. ha. otherwise, what the hell is this thing. I got it in an email amoung other numerous tidbits of information about sex, and men, and you know what, who cares......
bring on the booze
BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL WOMAN IS HERSELF
OH MY GOD, I THINK I'M BECOMING THE MAN I WANTED TO MARRY!
GINGER ROGERS DID EVERYTHING FRED ASTAIRE DID, BUT SHE DID IT BACKWARDS AND IN HIGH HEELS
A WOMAN IS LIKE A TEA BAG...YOU DON'T KNOW HOW STRONG SHE IS UNTIL YOU PUT HER IN HOT WATER
I HAVE YET TO HEAR A MAN ASK FOR ADVICE ON HOW TO COMBINE MARRIAGE AND A CAREER
SO MANY MEN, SO FEW WHO CAN AFFORD ME
COFFEE, CHOCOLATE, MEN. SOME THINGS ARE JUST BETTER RICH
DON'T TREAT ME ANY DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU WOULD THE QUEEN
I'M OUT OF ESTROGEN AND I HAVE A GUN
WARNING: I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT
OF COURSE I DON'T LOOK BUSY...I DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME
DO NOT START WITH ME. YOU WILL NOT WIN!
ALL STRESSED OUT AND NO ONE TO CHOKE
I CAN BE ONE OF THOSE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPENS TO BAD PEOPLE
HOW CAN I MISS YOU IF YOU WON'T GO AWAY?
DON'T UPSET ME! I'M RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO HIDE THE BODIES
And last but not least:
IF YOU WANT BREAKFAST IN BED, SLEEP IN THE KITCHEN
well the last one is funny, and the one about doing it right the first time. ha. otherwise, what the hell is this thing. I got it in an email amoung other numerous tidbits of information about sex, and men, and you know what, who cares......
bring on the booze
A most spectacular article on Nick Cave and the new album. ok so I might be slightly bias, but it's for your own good.
Today has me down. I am flooded w/ memories and thoughts that drag me back to a place I have yet to escape from. I was sort of hoping that time woudl continue to tick by and I would outgrow my memories. That is not the problem though. This waterway runs much deeper than I thought.
I am liking this new pc however. the keyboard and I get along rather well. my small finger tips fit neatly in the concave keypad, there is hardly any noise except for an occassional backspace to rid my mistake from the screen, otherwise I am ok with this.
Peeking on the wall street front this afternoon has me worried. How will I buy a house when the money I have is tied up in the shitter? Hello! lets get this market going people!!
Today has me down. I am flooded w/ memories and thoughts that drag me back to a place I have yet to escape from. I was sort of hoping that time woudl continue to tick by and I would outgrow my memories. That is not the problem though. This waterway runs much deeper than I thought.
I am liking this new pc however. the keyboard and I get along rather well. my small finger tips fit neatly in the concave keypad, there is hardly any noise except for an occassional backspace to rid my mistake from the screen, otherwise I am ok with this.
Peeking on the wall street front this afternoon has me worried. How will I buy a house when the money I have is tied up in the shitter? Hello! lets get this market going people!!
2.23.2003
2.22.2003
Raccoons and Trash Talk
Heading out to the raccoon lodge tonight. nor rain nor fog will keep the festivites from occuring. I only wonder if those at the raccoon lodge have any idea how many people they will be serving for this evenings event. Nonetheless, it's an opportunity to get out of town, meet new people, and spend time w/ friends. After all it is Ryan's birthday. Nat and Pt came down for the event and it's always great hanging with them. Follow up to come later........
Heading out to the raccoon lodge tonight. nor rain nor fog will keep the festivites from occuring. I only wonder if those at the raccoon lodge have any idea how many people they will be serving for this evenings event. Nonetheless, it's an opportunity to get out of town, meet new people, and spend time w/ friends. After all it is Ryan's birthday. Nat and Pt came down for the event and it's always great hanging with them. Follow up to come later........
2.20.2003
I have tried to come to some sort of middle ground here. The bottom line is that I simply can't stand her. She drives me crazy. I don't hate her, as that would require much too much of my energy, she simply irritates the hell out of me. It is like someone turned her inside out and stripped her of all graces and threw her out to pasture. She is wreck. I know it's not just me, everyone calls her the high-pressure system, which really is funny when you think about it. She is a tornado. As my manager why do I have to remind her to do anything? Hell it doesn't even matter at this point, I have them by the neck now, if i leave they are in deep shit, that is my in for a raise in the mean time.
Secondly I can not believe that asshole goes and tells B that I put my phone number in his fly and that he made out with Gina as well. Right. Too bad that is not true that would have been funny. Gross but funny on both parts. I don’t even think I gave him my phone number.... I may have but that is besides the point I don't really see him as my type. Don’t get me wrong he is a good-looking guy but I am not entirely certain that anyone is home upstairs.
IN other words, A cute face is sexy, but a great mind is sexier.
Speaking of which, I dreamt of him last night, it was like a deja vu sort of dream, it mirrored those days when I would get in the car and drive to him in some god forsaken place, where we would drink bad beer and walk the streets at night and then fuck till dawn. I would lay wrapped in his arms with that tan blanket twirled around us. The black sheets were stained and we didn't care, we were in love. We would stay in bed all day and have a great bout of sex, eat something and then go to the bar and do it all over again. I loved the night we fucked in the ally way, he placed me up above him with my back to the hard cold stone walls, and had me right there. He was always so hard for me, and I could feel all the juices burning in my belly. God that was good. He was good.
Secondly I can not believe that asshole goes and tells B that I put my phone number in his fly and that he made out with Gina as well. Right. Too bad that is not true that would have been funny. Gross but funny on both parts. I don’t even think I gave him my phone number.... I may have but that is besides the point I don't really see him as my type. Don’t get me wrong he is a good-looking guy but I am not entirely certain that anyone is home upstairs.
IN other words, A cute face is sexy, but a great mind is sexier.
Speaking of which, I dreamt of him last night, it was like a deja vu sort of dream, it mirrored those days when I would get in the car and drive to him in some god forsaken place, where we would drink bad beer and walk the streets at night and then fuck till dawn. I would lay wrapped in his arms with that tan blanket twirled around us. The black sheets were stained and we didn't care, we were in love. We would stay in bed all day and have a great bout of sex, eat something and then go to the bar and do it all over again. I loved the night we fucked in the ally way, he placed me up above him with my back to the hard cold stone walls, and had me right there. He was always so hard for me, and I could feel all the juices burning in my belly. God that was good. He was good.
2.19.2003
2.17.2003
2.16.2003
Steam heat and Bitter cold wind....
A night spent on the infamous frying pan, You would have to see it to believe it. There we stood drinking vodka and cranberry and anything bottled amongst the hulls of weathered steel, cast iron, and corroded cables of electrical wire. The steam from the old heater mixed in the air with cigarrette smoke as the ship rocked side to side in the wake of the NY waterway ferries. Clearly this was the reason why tetanus shots were created.
The wind whipped outside the portholes, a reminder that the temperature beyond the cast iron was so frigid that a witch would cringe with pain. There were strung lines of lights in addition to the bare bulbs that lit the vessel. It was hard to see, anything, which may have been for the better. A randomly thrown sofa chair looked so out of place next to the anchor room that stood austere but empty due to its lack of steam heater. I wandered around the enormous anchor and imagined the noise this machine made at its most active. The cast iron was so cold and lifeless as I ran my hand along side the rounded edges it was hard to imagine all the time that had passed since it's inception, and here it sat, lifeless. A pile of rope lay in the corner next to the sofa chair; I could not help but realize that it had to be some vermin’s home.
The bathrooms while equipped with stalls and a sink, failed to function after three hours. I was relieved however by the dimly lit exit sign at the stern of the boat which immediately put me at ease when certainly I was self medicated by the overwhelming feeling of being trapped in a low ceiling maze of narrow hallways with exposed wires, low lit rooms and heavy steel doors with rusty locks. The fact that a car ride, ferry trip across the Hudson and a ride in a cab didn't make me feel trapped enough. On the lighter side, if I had to get out I could, and lord knows there was plenty of options for my planned escape once beyond the deck and docks. If only I could see the doorway.
Instead I giggled to myself as the dj, while I owe him a drink, despite my pleas to make him stop, played the most dreadful music. I was forced once again to watch Alan slither around the vessel like an eel, trying to gain anyones attention. While a part of smiles when I see him, it is not like I can really deal with him on a serious level, it's all fun and games. I interupt him when he is talking to other women and make like I am heartbroken by his betrayal, I see it mostly as a good deed to a fellow lady. Certiainly I think to myself that they can't be serious about stroking his ego. J on the other hand, I find rather intriguing, since the first time I met him in October, while his face, as well as mine, were covered in halloween makeup, it was ok that our eyes were glued to each other. I was in no postion at that time to pursue my interest in him, as my devotion was first and foremost in my mind. Nowadays, that is not the case and while it might have been ok to see where my self persuasion led me, I couldn't help but feel like it was too much work on my part. Effort that I simply don't have the energy for.
So all in all, the frying pan was fun, dirty in many aspects but fun. I decided that the list of emails and phone numbers I collected could make for a nice collage in my newly acquired sketchbook and while I would not want to jeaprodize the privacy of anyone, I might be able to actually hide the identies of those whose real names may have been relieved...
A night spent on the infamous frying pan, You would have to see it to believe it. There we stood drinking vodka and cranberry and anything bottled amongst the hulls of weathered steel, cast iron, and corroded cables of electrical wire. The steam from the old heater mixed in the air with cigarrette smoke as the ship rocked side to side in the wake of the NY waterway ferries. Clearly this was the reason why tetanus shots were created.
The wind whipped outside the portholes, a reminder that the temperature beyond the cast iron was so frigid that a witch would cringe with pain. There were strung lines of lights in addition to the bare bulbs that lit the vessel. It was hard to see, anything, which may have been for the better. A randomly thrown sofa chair looked so out of place next to the anchor room that stood austere but empty due to its lack of steam heater. I wandered around the enormous anchor and imagined the noise this machine made at its most active. The cast iron was so cold and lifeless as I ran my hand along side the rounded edges it was hard to imagine all the time that had passed since it's inception, and here it sat, lifeless. A pile of rope lay in the corner next to the sofa chair; I could not help but realize that it had to be some vermin’s home.
The bathrooms while equipped with stalls and a sink, failed to function after three hours. I was relieved however by the dimly lit exit sign at the stern of the boat which immediately put me at ease when certainly I was self medicated by the overwhelming feeling of being trapped in a low ceiling maze of narrow hallways with exposed wires, low lit rooms and heavy steel doors with rusty locks. The fact that a car ride, ferry trip across the Hudson and a ride in a cab didn't make me feel trapped enough. On the lighter side, if I had to get out I could, and lord knows there was plenty of options for my planned escape once beyond the deck and docks. If only I could see the doorway.
Instead I giggled to myself as the dj, while I owe him a drink, despite my pleas to make him stop, played the most dreadful music. I was forced once again to watch Alan slither around the vessel like an eel, trying to gain anyones attention. While a part of smiles when I see him, it is not like I can really deal with him on a serious level, it's all fun and games. I interupt him when he is talking to other women and make like I am heartbroken by his betrayal, I see it mostly as a good deed to a fellow lady. Certiainly I think to myself that they can't be serious about stroking his ego. J on the other hand, I find rather intriguing, since the first time I met him in October, while his face, as well as mine, were covered in halloween makeup, it was ok that our eyes were glued to each other. I was in no postion at that time to pursue my interest in him, as my devotion was first and foremost in my mind. Nowadays, that is not the case and while it might have been ok to see where my self persuasion led me, I couldn't help but feel like it was too much work on my part. Effort that I simply don't have the energy for.
So all in all, the frying pan was fun, dirty in many aspects but fun. I decided that the list of emails and phone numbers I collected could make for a nice collage in my newly acquired sketchbook and while I would not want to jeaprodize the privacy of anyone, I might be able to actually hide the identies of those whose real names may have been relieved...
2.13.2003
I found this quote interesting........ "Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships." said by none other than....Sharon Stone? humm. shit. that really minimizes my chances of meeting someone decent. someone fucking faked a whole relationship with Sharon Stone? fabulous, that leaves me in an odd spot.
On that note:
The most loathsome and offensive of all manufactured holidays is nearly upon us. From Hallmark's Vomitorium of verse to Wal-Mart’s kitschy, cheap and cheery displays of cutesy wutsie stuffed animals, to the lavishly tied white ribbons around those robin egg blue Tiffany’s boxes that contain small trinkets of silver, gold, and diamonds that represent the depth of one's love in it’s most horrid form.
On that note:
The most loathsome and offensive of all manufactured holidays is nearly upon us. From Hallmark's Vomitorium of verse to Wal-Mart’s kitschy, cheap and cheery displays of cutesy wutsie stuffed animals, to the lavishly tied white ribbons around those robin egg blue Tiffany’s boxes that contain small trinkets of silver, gold, and diamonds that represent the depth of one's love in it’s most horrid form.
confessions
so this country has it's share of problems and all I can think about is the bs lines i have been fed by a person i thought i knew for the last three years of my life. the funniest part of all is that he says we didn't get along. sure we had disagreements, who doesn't? he is so sensitive that to him, they were monumental arguments. I tend to look at things in a very easy going way, the things we disagreed about were silly, i like the window open a little crack when i slept (exept when it's -10 outside...), he prefers it closed, i didn't like the smell of a smoky bathroom, he enjoyed it, he hates coffee, i enjoy my morning cup. of course there was the issue of him wanting to be with his friends, a lot, but i backed off toward the end, i stopped calling him, because i knew he was going through something, something that he has to work out for himself. really i suppose he can't get out of his own way...
i got the worst part of it though, i got to be labled the naggy girlfriend. at my age, that is the one thing i always thought i had managed not to become. you want to go to those girly bars, go ahead. you want to drink kegs of beer w/ your buds till five am, fine with me. you want to pack up and drive across the country in a freaking truck, with a fuckin blond ding bat, you can do that too. why? because i love him. all of him the good and the bad.
so underneath it all, we did get along, I mean we both related to and held the same set values and ethics. the foundations that shaped me, i knew he could respect and relate to, and i for him.
we were very separate but together we just fit like one.
So if i may opine, i think we did get along, he just reached a point when he didn't want to get along with me anymore.
so this country has it's share of problems and all I can think about is the bs lines i have been fed by a person i thought i knew for the last three years of my life. the funniest part of all is that he says we didn't get along. sure we had disagreements, who doesn't? he is so sensitive that to him, they were monumental arguments. I tend to look at things in a very easy going way, the things we disagreed about were silly, i like the window open a little crack when i slept (exept when it's -10 outside...), he prefers it closed, i didn't like the smell of a smoky bathroom, he enjoyed it, he hates coffee, i enjoy my morning cup. of course there was the issue of him wanting to be with his friends, a lot, but i backed off toward the end, i stopped calling him, because i knew he was going through something, something that he has to work out for himself. really i suppose he can't get out of his own way...
i got the worst part of it though, i got to be labled the naggy girlfriend. at my age, that is the one thing i always thought i had managed not to become. you want to go to those girly bars, go ahead. you want to drink kegs of beer w/ your buds till five am, fine with me. you want to pack up and drive across the country in a freaking truck, with a fuckin blond ding bat, you can do that too. why? because i love him. all of him the good and the bad.
so underneath it all, we did get along, I mean we both related to and held the same set values and ethics. the foundations that shaped me, i knew he could respect and relate to, and i for him.
we were very separate but together we just fit like one.
So if i may opine, i think we did get along, he just reached a point when he didn't want to get along with me anymore.
2.12.2003
Done Deals
Wrote an apology yesterday taking responsibility for my behavior despite my not being the only one involved in the situation. Sure what the hell we kissed, it wasn’t such a bad thing, it was nice actually, but it is the principle of the matter that makes me upset. My sister talked me into forgiving myself, but it still does not excuse the fact that it happened. What is wrong with me? In addition, what is with him? B told me that he does not like me, hmm. Asking me to kiss him as he did one might think the contrary. It really doesn’t matter anyhow. I know his kind and he really is not my type. The bottom line is that I know my actions hurt someone’s feelings despite their admitting to that or not. I didn’t do it to hurt anyone, in reality I only hurt myself well makes me even more ridiculous than I already am or am about to become
Wrote an apology yesterday taking responsibility for my behavior despite my not being the only one involved in the situation. Sure what the hell we kissed, it wasn’t such a bad thing, it was nice actually, but it is the principle of the matter that makes me upset. My sister talked me into forgiving myself, but it still does not excuse the fact that it happened. What is wrong with me? In addition, what is with him? B told me that he does not like me, hmm. Asking me to kiss him as he did one might think the contrary. It really doesn’t matter anyhow. I know his kind and he really is not my type. The bottom line is that I know my actions hurt someone’s feelings despite their admitting to that or not. I didn’t do it to hurt anyone, in reality I only hurt myself well makes me even more ridiculous than I already am or am about to become
"You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad." -Aldous Huxley
here comes the kingpin. her beady little down syndrome eyes and the round middle she carries with her as she shuffles her feet across the dirty rug. that southern draw that comes out of her mouth is so stretched out one could wrap it around her neck.
conversations
thank god for this little space i call home....
I saw him walk over to me while I stood there at the water cooler of all places, and as he asked me how i was, i could feel that jolt of emotions rip through my chest again. it seems that for the most part, i am breathing while that is not the problem, I do what i want but i can't believe how he can lie like he does. he stood there for about thirty seconds and when i finally answered him, with an okay, he said he was glad because i deserved better. yeah your right i said, but that still means i won't go out with you i told him. he laughed, and said com'on.... I giggled and smiled, picked up my water and walked away.
here comes the kingpin. her beady little down syndrome eyes and the round middle she carries with her as she shuffles her feet across the dirty rug. that southern draw that comes out of her mouth is so stretched out one could wrap it around her neck.
conversations
thank god for this little space i call home....
I saw him walk over to me while I stood there at the water cooler of all places, and as he asked me how i was, i could feel that jolt of emotions rip through my chest again. it seems that for the most part, i am breathing while that is not the problem, I do what i want but i can't believe how he can lie like he does. he stood there for about thirty seconds and when i finally answered him, with an okay, he said he was glad because i deserved better. yeah your right i said, but that still means i won't go out with you i told him. he laughed, and said com'on.... I giggled and smiled, picked up my water and walked away.
2.11.2003
well that is about it. i knew this would happen. after all this time, i finally go out for some fun, sure listen to your friends, let loose,have a little fun. and what happens? the most ridiculous thing fathimable. sure it was a wine party and people drank well lots of wine. there was lots of wine, i smuggled in four bottles of some premo stuff that we picked up on the way, threw down the purse and coat and grabbed a glass. drink away...i hid the premo stuff behind the cookie jar, i managed to finish that off with a little help from a friend, and before long it was after midnight. Off to McSwiggans, thank goodness it was only right down the street, certainly i was in no condition to be driving.
McSwiggans was smoky and when I entered through the doorway the haze that for the last four hours I had managed to shed, wrapped itself around me again. certainly whomever, who ever said no matter where you go there are was right. I carry with me the pain and saddness of a widow nowadays.
McSwiggans was smoky and when I entered through the doorway the haze that for the last four hours I had managed to shed, wrapped itself around me again. certainly whomever, who ever said no matter where you go there are was right. I carry with me the pain and saddness of a widow nowadays.
I think about him and how he said that we were holding each other back with these images of us as teenagers. but I didn't feel that way. I knew that the past shaped who we were but it was the future that motivated me to love him even more. because it was our future that i strove for. whenever i think of myself in years to come, i pictured him by my side and when i hear him tell me that he wants to be friends my chest hurts. all that i have ever dreamt about or for in my whole life included him.
all that is nothing but a fading light that i used to hold to the highest standard only now
i can't picture myself any other way but with him by my side. which leaves me pretty empty handed and well alone
all that is nothing but a fading light that i used to hold to the highest standard only now
i can't picture myself any other way but with him by my side. which leaves me pretty empty handed and well alone
2.10.2003
The butcher spoke:
"I am starting to think the only reason we are tortured is because we stayed together for so long. We were holding each other back with these images we had of ourselves as teenagers. I can be much different than that now, I need to move on. It may be difficult, but it is for the best, I hope you realize that."
and Nick Cave sang....... (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World - UTEOTW / Music for the End of the World
"I am starting to think the only reason we are tortured is because we stayed together for so long. We were holding each other back with these images we had of ourselves as teenagers. I can be much different than that now, I need to move on. It may be difficult, but it is for the best, I hope you realize that."
and Nick Cave sang....... (I'll Love You) Till the End of the World - UTEOTW / Music for the End of the World
The butcher and the train wreck
god to only get the real deal. the one that makes you all funny inside, the sloppy joe's of deals. The bit about the lay of the land and the other crap, this is all so boring. I am so bored. I am so unnatural. I sit here and it is like a whole entire day of minutes wasted away. the snow falls outside and the sound of the keys on the keyboard as my fingers hit them remind me of daggers.
If only she had some class, a slight bit of grace, the kind that upon your hair falling in your face enables you to ever so gently move it from your incoming fork filled with food. The sort of grace that allows you to refrain from putting your fingers in your mouth when that stubborn piece of chicken has perstistanly found it's way between your back molers. The sort of grace that brightens from within, it shines in the way you hold your hands while waiting for the elevator, it glows around your when your running for the train. It gives you patience when the traffic is a line as long as the one to heaven and the noise from the world is overbearing
god to only get the real deal. the one that makes you all funny inside, the sloppy joe's of deals. The bit about the lay of the land and the other crap, this is all so boring. I am so bored. I am so unnatural. I sit here and it is like a whole entire day of minutes wasted away. the snow falls outside and the sound of the keys on the keyboard as my fingers hit them remind me of daggers.
If only she had some class, a slight bit of grace, the kind that upon your hair falling in your face enables you to ever so gently move it from your incoming fork filled with food. The sort of grace that allows you to refrain from putting your fingers in your mouth when that stubborn piece of chicken has perstistanly found it's way between your back molers. The sort of grace that brightens from within, it shines in the way you hold your hands while waiting for the elevator, it glows around your when your running for the train. It gives you patience when the traffic is a line as long as the one to heaven and the noise from the world is overbearing
1.28.2003
In case you really want to read what Bush spoke: NY Times has the full text version-
Somewhere buried amoung those eight pages is the comment about defending the security and freedom of the American people...
I feel like this is Bush the Sequel...
Somewhere buried amoung those eight pages is the comment about defending the security and freedom of the American people...
I feel like this is Bush the Sequel...
1.27.2003
so tired today. I try to make sense of this looming weight over me, but I have come to realize that age along with the weathering of life are beinning to take it's toll on me... I suppose there within me is a fire that burns just as it did many moons ago, only these daily tasks that make it necessary for me to live a life of comfort have consumed me. I lack that extra energy, at least today I do.
The air is so absolutly bitter outside that it actually feels like tiny needles hitting your cheeks when the wind blows.
what's your battle cry? |
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You can run from the truth.
You can hide the truth.
But you can never change the truth.
The air is so absolutly bitter outside that it actually feels like tiny needles hitting your cheeks when the wind blows.
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You can run from the truth.
You can hide the truth.
But you can never change the truth.
1.22.2003
i feel dizzy lately. i think the cold air has me off. the alarm went off for an hour this morning, i probably could have slept till noon and not woken up. how sweet that would have been, to stay in bed w/ ben at the foot of the bed keeping my feet warm...
the time has me sleepy but will sleep better knowing that i drained my brain of what nonesense is left in it for today.
ahhhh.
the time has me sleepy but will sleep better knowing that i drained my brain of what nonesense is left in it for today.
ahhhh.
1.16.2003
There was this woman who once sat on the edge of her park bench knowing that someday she would go away and not come back, (indo) but that no matter where in her travels she found herself, she would always remember the moment when she realized how she felt and how she would never forget that moment for as long as she lived.
I felt sort of like that today when I casually walked to my desk this morning and find my boss slinking away from it like the serpant that she is. I watch her mouth begin to move and the words "good morning" barely make it off her lips before she glances at the fucking clock. So what I am twenty minutes late, my coat and scarf are neatly piled in my arms, clearly I have already been here and have not walked straight away from the cold air.
Doesn't matter. I bring up in conversation to my other newly acquired boss my appointment this morning w/ a loan officer at the bank on site. Certainly this will make it back to the ears of the serpant, as she habitually maintains a registry of all employees that she feel do not bow down to her wrath. Obviously I am one of them. This is fucking corporate culture. And people are surprised about how the damn ecomony got the way it is?
I am about ready to start bringing in liquor to keep at my desk, I can see why people do this. The trap is enormous and suddenly you realize that your surrounded.
I felt sort of like that today when I casually walked to my desk this morning and find my boss slinking away from it like the serpant that she is. I watch her mouth begin to move and the words "good morning" barely make it off her lips before she glances at the fucking clock. So what I am twenty minutes late, my coat and scarf are neatly piled in my arms, clearly I have already been here and have not walked straight away from the cold air.
Doesn't matter. I bring up in conversation to my other newly acquired boss my appointment this morning w/ a loan officer at the bank on site. Certainly this will make it back to the ears of the serpant, as she habitually maintains a registry of all employees that she feel do not bow down to her wrath. Obviously I am one of them. This is fucking corporate culture. And people are surprised about how the damn ecomony got the way it is?
I am about ready to start bringing in liquor to keep at my desk, I can see why people do this. The trap is enormous and suddenly you realize that your surrounded.
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