As they took his soul they stole his pride
Cmon 5:00! I was shocked it was 4:22 actually as I write. Small joys of life.
I told Lynn I was bored before and she told her mom later when they talked, and Happily came bursting in here "What do you mean you're bored? ". I concur with Lynn that the woman takes things too literally. Though I am wondering if this email I am CC'ed on concerning inputting address in their DOS based program is her way of keeping my busy.
I think I have pretty much set out in my mind to order those Oasis tickets from a broker I found online. The tickets I am looking at are in the second row of the lower level, second section from the stage. Most people would probably shit at the price, but it's really not bad at all. Not too much different than what I paid for those Josh Groban tickets (which I would pay that amount again to be that close to a concert of his. It was absolutely worth the cost).
I'll think about it for a few more days. I can get tickets for about sixty dollars less if I get the section the next level up. Doesn't sound like as much fun though. On a side note, I also hope that whatever training was talked about here as far as classes and what not, doesn't interfere with all these concerts I am lining up. Fuck my future, I'd be ditching class.
I am looking forward to picking up my book again on the ride home. This makes me happy because I havent really wanted to read much like this in quite a while.
I went to lunch with Lesbalia to some greasy spoon called Huck Finn's. The fries were good for sure. Lynn told me that I better be careful with going to lunch with Lesbalia so much because people here might think I was picking sides or whatever and start talking. I didn't think about the statement much till after I got back and I realized how insane it would be for me to dictate my behavior based on other people who are obviously too immature for their own good. Sorry if I implicate her mom in that but seriously, I have to say it again, is this fucking high school?
If I want to spend my lunches alone, with Lesbalia or on the other side of the train tracks outside sucking off homeless people, who the fuck is anyone in this place to judge me or comment on it? Anybody here that has a problem with what I do can kiss my ass.
What I have to laugh about is how much time is spent bitching about people who aren't working by other people that supposedly are. It's just like Dearest walking around talking about how busy he was. I've heard a few people here make comments about how busy they are. I don't know, but in my experience, anyone that needs to announce that, especially when it wasn't asked in the conversation, are just talking it up for show.
I'm fucking miserable here. Let me phrase that more correctly; I am fucking miserable.
Jesse Jackson's son was here this morning. I guess the Mafioso is big into a lot of things around the city.
Committees and events and stuff. As I suppose one would expect from someone in the mob. Being involved in things. I can't believe I work somewhere that's associated with the mob. Somewhere in the whole scenario is a moral dilemma for me. I'd have a real problem if my boss actually once killed someone.
Being bored and unchallenged gives me too much time to think and whine. Whine about things like gym keys
and admin access. Whine whine whine. Bored bored bored. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
I just have a distinct, unshakable feeling that I dont fit in here. I talked it up, made a big to-do, got all excited, and now I am just the same old whining fuck again. Same old, FAT, whining fuck.
I told Lynn I was bored before and she told her mom later when they talked, and Happily came bursting in here "What do you mean you're bored? ". I concur with Lynn that the woman takes things too literally. Though I am wondering if this email I am CC'ed on concerning inputting address in their DOS based program is her way of keeping my busy.
I think I have pretty much set out in my mind to order those Oasis tickets from a broker I found online. The tickets I am looking at are in the second row of the lower level, second section from the stage. Most people would probably shit at the price, but it's really not bad at all. Not too much different than what I paid for those Josh Groban tickets (which I would pay that amount again to be that close to a concert of his. It was absolutely worth the cost).
I'll think about it for a few more days. I can get tickets for about sixty dollars less if I get the section the next level up. Doesn't sound like as much fun though. On a side note, I also hope that whatever training was talked about here as far as classes and what not, doesn't interfere with all these concerts I am lining up. Fuck my future, I'd be ditching class.
I am looking forward to picking up my book again on the ride home. This makes me happy because I havent really wanted to read much like this in quite a while.
I went to lunch with Lesbalia to some greasy spoon called Huck Finn's. The fries were good for sure. Lynn told me that I better be careful with going to lunch with Lesbalia so much because people here might think I was picking sides or whatever and start talking. I didn't think about the statement much till after I got back and I realized how insane it would be for me to dictate my behavior based on other people who are obviously too immature for their own good. Sorry if I implicate her mom in that but seriously, I have to say it again, is this fucking high school?
If I want to spend my lunches alone, with Lesbalia or on the other side of the train tracks outside sucking off homeless people, who the fuck is anyone in this place to judge me or comment on it? Anybody here that has a problem with what I do can kiss my ass.
What I have to laugh about is how much time is spent bitching about people who aren't working by other people that supposedly are. It's just like Dearest walking around talking about how busy he was. I've heard a few people here make comments about how busy they are. I don't know, but in my experience, anyone that needs to announce that, especially when it wasn't asked in the conversation, are just talking it up for show.
I'm fucking miserable here. Let me phrase that more correctly; I am fucking miserable.
Jesse Jackson's son was here this morning. I guess the Mafioso is big into a lot of things around the city.
Committees and events and stuff. As I suppose one would expect from someone in the mob. Being involved in things. I can't believe I work somewhere that's associated with the mob. Somewhere in the whole scenario is a moral dilemma for me. I'd have a real problem if my boss actually once killed someone.
Being bored and unchallenged gives me too much time to think and whine. Whine about things like gym keys
and admin access. Whine whine whine. Bored bored bored. La la la la la la la la la la la la la la.
I just have a distinct, unshakable feeling that I dont fit in here. I talked it up, made a big to-do, got all excited, and now I am just the same old whining fuck again. Same old, FAT, whining fuck.