i'm so happy rodeline graduated cum laude.
because it's proof that good things do come to those who deserve them.
and more importantly, it gives a whole new meaning to that adage, "tell me who your friends are and i'll tell you who you are."
don't you just love how everything is about me?
and more importantly, it gives a whole new meaning to that adage, "tell me who your friends are and i'll tell you who you are."
don't you just love how everything is about me?
...
because i always describe myself as a freeloading bum, i bet you think that i spend every day slacking off, taking naps, stuffing myself, and looking at food porn in the comfort of my bed.
wrong.
i slack off, take naps, stuff myself, and look at food porn in a workplace, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week.
i can't call what i do a job because it doesn't meet the criteria of what a job should be like or do, namely: pays loads of money (or at least an amount that saves you from being a pauper), requires more than two brain cells, and/or employs at least one muscle to create something or produce an effect beneficial to society.
i come in half an hour late, spend the first ten minutes staring at the computer screen, work for two minutes, go get myself some tea, work for two minutes, grab some breakfast, work for two minutes, see if my fave food sites have something new (since i work with mostly women, everybody looks for recipes online so food sites are "safe"), work for two minutes... i have to pace myself, you see, otherwise i'll finish everything in three hours and it'll even be more difficult to pretend i'm actually in a workplace. all in all, it's very relaxed. to the point of catalepsy, in fact.
but every once in a while, you get reminded that even in the most placid of places, somebody just has to feel the need to shake things up.
i won't go into details; suffice to say there's this girl who gets temporary amnesia when it comes to doing things she's supposed to do, but regains full control of all her faculties (which are pitiful to begin with, yes, but still...) when it comes to looking for people to blame for the fiascos she causes.
it seems like it's my turn again, and i could just tell she's girding herself up for a major finger-pointing session in time for that huge meeting two weeks from now.
and that worries me, really. because i could just picture myself calmly going in front of that boardroom and giving a detailed account (complete with examples and, hell, maybe even a flowchart while i'm at it) of why this woman is even more of a moron than those former clay aiken fans who are suing him for not telling them that he's gay (one: talk about the you-don't-even-need-a-working-gaydar obvious, two: so what if he's gay?, three: what sane mind buys a CD with the thought "wow, he's asexual and virginal, his music's going to be great!!!"?).
on a positive note, steaming over this kept me awake for a good 15 minutes today and saved me from yet another starbucks run.
so thanks for saving me five bucks. and yeah, bring it on.
because i always describe myself as a freeloading bum, i bet you think that i spend every day slacking off, taking naps, stuffing myself, and looking at food porn in the comfort of my bed.
wrong.
i slack off, take naps, stuff myself, and look at food porn in a workplace, 7 hours a day, 5 days a week.
i can't call what i do a job because it doesn't meet the criteria of what a job should be like or do, namely: pays loads of money (or at least an amount that saves you from being a pauper), requires more than two brain cells, and/or employs at least one muscle to create something or produce an effect beneficial to society.
i come in half an hour late, spend the first ten minutes staring at the computer screen, work for two minutes, go get myself some tea, work for two minutes, grab some breakfast, work for two minutes, see if my fave food sites have something new (since i work with mostly women, everybody looks for recipes online so food sites are "safe"), work for two minutes... i have to pace myself, you see, otherwise i'll finish everything in three hours and it'll even be more difficult to pretend i'm actually in a workplace. all in all, it's very relaxed. to the point of catalepsy, in fact.
but every once in a while, you get reminded that even in the most placid of places, somebody just has to feel the need to shake things up.
i won't go into details; suffice to say there's this girl who gets temporary amnesia when it comes to doing things she's supposed to do, but regains full control of all her faculties (which are pitiful to begin with, yes, but still...) when it comes to looking for people to blame for the fiascos she causes.
it seems like it's my turn again, and i could just tell she's girding herself up for a major finger-pointing session in time for that huge meeting two weeks from now.
and that worries me, really. because i could just picture myself calmly going in front of that boardroom and giving a detailed account (complete with examples and, hell, maybe even a flowchart while i'm at it) of why this woman is even more of a moron than those former clay aiken fans who are suing him for not telling them that he's gay (one: talk about the you-don't-even-need-a-working-gaydar obvious, two: so what if he's gay?, three: what sane mind buys a CD with the thought "wow, he's asexual and virginal, his music's going to be great!!!"?).
on a positive note, steaming over this kept me awake for a good 15 minutes today and saved me from yet another starbucks run.
so thanks for saving me five bucks. and yeah, bring it on.
