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i have a bandaid on one finger. this interrupts my typing.
the computers at my work all face customers now so the constant annoyance of customers reminding me that the title they are looking for has 'the' in it or 'and.' Not to mention, typing on this thing is a bitch when one is constantly interrupted.
I was busy today.
i find it interesting how in 'Lolita,' Humbert Humbert goes through these ruminations that one normally goes through...when one is in a 'love' relationship that is ending. The subtle hints, up to the complete blatancy of unkind actions emanating from someone who has lost interest. It may be a rudimentary way of looking at what one might consider to be a complex story. It is queer to say that the last name daylrmple (oh i can't spell it) was in the novel. Causes one to jolt. Jolt and feel absolute je ne sais quoi. Sometimes sad, sometimes this haughty feeling because of someone else's refusal to recognize their own defense mechanisms. Never pleasant. Always a butterfly stirring.
I came up to a chorus of a song that I am composing (ha ha! if 'popular' music can be compose, then I might actually be able to call myself creative--here is where Brett would roll his eyes and tell me to shutup.) It is isn't fake humility; it's pure insecurity.
Eileen from work was fired. I don't know what to say about that. It will be better for Cathy, perhaps?
I am told my new position is always in danger of being eliminated. The company has eliminated many positions in the AM field.... That's Area Marketing in case I turn eighty and forget.
I remember Jenny calling the other day asking for Eileen and now I suspiciously stir. Does Eileen have a new job? Where is the new job for little old moi? What is Robin doing? Why don't I have any friends? Looks at watch. I am a bad friend to myself. I have barely a moment's time. It leaves me very tired. My life is wasted at work. Alas, suspicions often have ways of inventing themselves. I just simply mean she might have another job.
My general manager called Gilit and I into her office to 'settle' our 'relationship' once and for all. I thought Gilit looked teary-eyed at the prospect of hurting tender Misty's feelings. Brett proposed that she is one of those girls who become that way when the pressure is on by upper management. Does this incude the principal's office, too?
And I did not have a moment to speak to mon cherie today.
My mother called. I responded to her, 'yes i was sleeping.'
I find it easy to want to medicate myself to survive the long work day. This involves a white pill or a pink pill. I resist the urge. Better not make an addict of myself.
So this chorus to my new song came to me while I was attempting to french-braid my own hair. Its shortness prevents this, really. But the bathroom fan provided enough white noise to create a symphony of some kind of rock in the background to my hums. Clumsy hums. Sometimes scattered and followed my nooooo and ehhh naaahhh's.
Hide behind your willow trees. Alice in Wonderland hair.
the computers at my work all face customers now so the constant annoyance of customers reminding me that the title they are looking for has 'the' in it or 'and.' Not to mention, typing on this thing is a bitch when one is constantly interrupted.
I was busy today.
i find it interesting how in 'Lolita,' Humbert Humbert goes through these ruminations that one normally goes through...when one is in a 'love' relationship that is ending. The subtle hints, up to the complete blatancy of unkind actions emanating from someone who has lost interest. It may be a rudimentary way of looking at what one might consider to be a complex story. It is queer to say that the last name daylrmple (oh i can't spell it) was in the novel. Causes one to jolt. Jolt and feel absolute je ne sais quoi. Sometimes sad, sometimes this haughty feeling because of someone else's refusal to recognize their own defense mechanisms. Never pleasant. Always a butterfly stirring.
I came up to a chorus of a song that I am composing (ha ha! if 'popular' music can be compose, then I might actually be able to call myself creative--here is where Brett would roll his eyes and tell me to shutup.) It is isn't fake humility; it's pure insecurity.
Eileen from work was fired. I don't know what to say about that. It will be better for Cathy, perhaps?
I am told my new position is always in danger of being eliminated. The company has eliminated many positions in the AM field.... That's Area Marketing in case I turn eighty and forget.
I remember Jenny calling the other day asking for Eileen and now I suspiciously stir. Does Eileen have a new job? Where is the new job for little old moi? What is Robin doing? Why don't I have any friends? Looks at watch. I am a bad friend to myself. I have barely a moment's time. It leaves me very tired. My life is wasted at work. Alas, suspicions often have ways of inventing themselves. I just simply mean she might have another job.
My general manager called Gilit and I into her office to 'settle' our 'relationship' once and for all. I thought Gilit looked teary-eyed at the prospect of hurting tender Misty's feelings. Brett proposed that she is one of those girls who become that way when the pressure is on by upper management. Does this incude the principal's office, too?
And I did not have a moment to speak to mon cherie today.
My mother called. I responded to her, 'yes i was sleeping.'
I find it easy to want to medicate myself to survive the long work day. This involves a white pill or a pink pill. I resist the urge. Better not make an addict of myself.
So this chorus to my new song came to me while I was attempting to french-braid my own hair. Its shortness prevents this, really. But the bathroom fan provided enough white noise to create a symphony of some kind of rock in the background to my hums. Clumsy hums. Sometimes scattered and followed my nooooo and ehhh naaahhh's.
Hide behind your willow trees. Alice in Wonderland hair.