ack! jeez! man oh man!
So here I sit in this smoky haze of a bedroom dehydrated and squinty eyed waiting for something to happen. Or more specifically, for Scott to get home so we can take a little walk. I need a shower. That's not happening. I'm too lazy.
I really need to make more of an effort in general. Hate's a strong word and I don't use it lightly, so let's just say I don't hate my co-workers, but I feel strongly aggitated by most of them.
If you're nice to people, they often become very manipulative. This place, I swear, they just freakin breathe down your neck twenty four seven telling you you're not wiping the cutting board correctly. I mean, everything's so PARTICULAR. And that just ain't me, man, I gotta be free to do my own thing.
I don't hate work in general...give me a mop bucket and my daydreams and I'll be all right. It's just that this nagging manager of mine begins to sound like a pomeranian barking in my ear. The good thing is that when I walk out of there, never did the sunlight seem so inviting, never did the air feel as fresh, never did that new kid rock song on the radio seem more like a symphony.
I realized something. Scrabble is a really complicated game when you play the computer on the advanced level. I've been playing an amateur game, even with my 149 point word I got while playing Scott the other day. It's the verbal equivalent of chess. You know those turns at the end, when you have only three letters left? Those aren't to be taken lightly.
Anyway, back to my being lazy....I need to better manage time. I'll work on that....
I really need to make more of an effort in general. Hate's a strong word and I don't use it lightly, so let's just say I don't hate my co-workers, but I feel strongly aggitated by most of them.
If you're nice to people, they often become very manipulative. This place, I swear, they just freakin breathe down your neck twenty four seven telling you you're not wiping the cutting board correctly. I mean, everything's so PARTICULAR. And that just ain't me, man, I gotta be free to do my own thing.
I don't hate work in general...give me a mop bucket and my daydreams and I'll be all right. It's just that this nagging manager of mine begins to sound like a pomeranian barking in my ear. The good thing is that when I walk out of there, never did the sunlight seem so inviting, never did the air feel as fresh, never did that new kid rock song on the radio seem more like a symphony.
I realized something. Scrabble is a really complicated game when you play the computer on the advanced level. I've been playing an amateur game, even with my 149 point word I got while playing Scott the other day. It's the verbal equivalent of chess. You know those turns at the end, when you have only three letters left? Those aren't to be taken lightly.
Anyway, back to my being lazy....I need to better manage time. I'll work on that....