Update ...
Hi good people.
I can post - but still can’t freakin’ respond to entries, which totally blows goats.
Can’t say no to chocolate today, man.
Just got handed a couple of those tiny Snickers.
I don’t even give it a second-thought, just gobble gobble SNARF like - not even thinking. I’m not going to bother with whether or not I should consume the tasty chocolates, it’s just about how far apart to space one tiny Snickers bar from another tiny Snickers bar. The answer was about 4.5 minutes, in which I was able to refill my coffee cup, straighten the kitchen-area and come back; Now, although some time has lapsed, it was for a worthy purpose. I am now enjoying the second chocolatey-treat with something good and hot to chase it with.
I’m in our new building. Currently a member of a cube farm. Seems to me that I’m the only PRODUCTIVE member of this farm at this time. Lots of people still standing around talking, many with their thumbs planted snugly up their asses; all loud and with their personal cell-phones ringing hither and yon. I don’t do well in this environment. Makes me pissy. I don’t like hearing everyone’s damn menial conversations.
Everyone thinks they’re funny, too. Few of them actually are. There is one guy currently yelling (not kidding, he’s literally yelling across all the cubes and laughing) about how he can’t call one girl “beautiful” while he calls the other “gorgeous” and another “princess” and another “queen”, without fearing they’ll be jealous of the other’s title. Meanwhile, I’m trying to post on my GODDAMN JOURNAL AND WOULD APPRECIATE SOME PEACE AND QUIET.
Yesterday (our first day in cube-farm) I almost fixed somebody’s incessantly ringing cell-phone with A HAMMER because it was driving me bat-shit. I do work. I do sit here and perform job-functions. I’ve heard more about people’s personal lives in two days than I knew about them a whole year while I was in office-land. Personal space heaven. I look forward to my office. Should be this week, if I play my cards right. Of course - it isn’t really up to me, now is it? We’ll see what happens.
The other peeve about cubing is enduring perfume. I don’t mind perfume usually, I even wear it sometimes and like the smell of it on some people. Offensively horrid perfumes though, like anything by Elizabeth Taylor (ugh, seriously - White Diamonds CHOKES ME TO NEAR DEATH); is abhorrent. WHY does anyone think this smells good? WHO LIED TO YOU PEOPLE and told you that you smelled nice? Repugnant. I think I’m just in a foul humor. But seriously - when you’re sharing space with a trillion people in a call-center environment, tone down the tawdry toilet-water, you’re not fooling anyone. That message is to nobody in particular.
Next month - NaNoWriMo!
Until then - another vacation photo:
I just like how the storm is rolling in and it’s raining somewhere off in the distance.
Bored.
I can post - but still can’t freakin’ respond to entries, which totally blows goats.
Can’t say no to chocolate today, man.
Just got handed a couple of those tiny Snickers.
I don’t even give it a second-thought, just gobble gobble SNARF like - not even thinking. I’m not going to bother with whether or not I should consume the tasty chocolates, it’s just about how far apart to space one tiny Snickers bar from another tiny Snickers bar. The answer was about 4.5 minutes, in which I was able to refill my coffee cup, straighten the kitchen-area and come back; Now, although some time has lapsed, it was for a worthy purpose. I am now enjoying the second chocolatey-treat with something good and hot to chase it with.
I’m in our new building. Currently a member of a cube farm. Seems to me that I’m the only PRODUCTIVE member of this farm at this time. Lots of people still standing around talking, many with their thumbs planted snugly up their asses; all loud and with their personal cell-phones ringing hither and yon. I don’t do well in this environment. Makes me pissy. I don’t like hearing everyone’s damn menial conversations.
Everyone thinks they’re funny, too. Few of them actually are. There is one guy currently yelling (not kidding, he’s literally yelling across all the cubes and laughing) about how he can’t call one girl “beautiful” while he calls the other “gorgeous” and another “princess” and another “queen”, without fearing they’ll be jealous of the other’s title. Meanwhile, I’m trying to post on my GODDAMN JOURNAL AND WOULD APPRECIATE SOME PEACE AND QUIET.
Yesterday (our first day in cube-farm) I almost fixed somebody’s incessantly ringing cell-phone with A HAMMER because it was driving me bat-shit. I do work. I do sit here and perform job-functions. I’ve heard more about people’s personal lives in two days than I knew about them a whole year while I was in office-land. Personal space heaven. I look forward to my office. Should be this week, if I play my cards right. Of course - it isn’t really up to me, now is it? We’ll see what happens.
The other peeve about cubing is enduring perfume. I don’t mind perfume usually, I even wear it sometimes and like the smell of it on some people. Offensively horrid perfumes though, like anything by Elizabeth Taylor (ugh, seriously - White Diamonds CHOKES ME TO NEAR DEATH); is abhorrent. WHY does anyone think this smells good? WHO LIED TO YOU PEOPLE and told you that you smelled nice? Repugnant. I think I’m just in a foul humor. But seriously - when you’re sharing space with a trillion people in a call-center environment, tone down the tawdry toilet-water, you’re not fooling anyone. That message is to nobody in particular.
Next month - NaNoWriMo!
Until then - another vacation photo:
I just like how the storm is rolling in and it’s raining somewhere off in the distance.
Bored.