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It has been a humid Fourth of July weekend. The fireworks freaked out Misha, who ran around with his tail between his legs. I slept - a lot for two days. Today was supposed to be devoted to cleaning but I made the mistake of talking to my parents twice, and the second time it upset me. My father is a man who takes umbrage easily, my "brother" a man who does not humour other people's feelings [I know as I am one of those people]. My mother's tire exploded, apparently harshing my father's buzz. David did not show up to outdoors chess because they got the time wrong. Dad was already riled up because of the usual discussion about my workplace.
I have lots of things to say about my workplace. Two weeks ago, I had this to say about it via the means of computer wallpaper.
I showed it to a couple people who were entertained. The Monday after I changed it to the "Keep Calm and Carry On" before someone decided to google the german phrase. Though truth be told, for all the irony inherent in both the phrase and the delivery, I truly do believe that. I believe that work sets you, that labour is enobling. While at U of C, one dormmate told me I sounded like I was delivering propaganda from Pravda. Fucker was right. During my Friday chat with team ops who was trying to understand the complicated social situation that exists *only* on my team due to a toxic combination of personalities (yes dear reader, one of them is mine), I actually said the words "there are subversive elements undermining the whole of the collective." Really did. Worse still, I am right.
To show my further honest distress, I referenced the poster above. Team Ops laughed.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I can't stand it. I must do it, but I cannot stand it. The big reason why nothing is done today is because I am still distressed by the situation at work. Three days were not enough to recouperate. Hearing my sad mother, irritated brother, slightly on edge father, the humidity, made me reach out to the object of my affection and we spent more than four hours entertaining each other. I am currently sitting on the edge of my bed, in a bathrobe and stockings and wondering if I do not finally have the life every seems to think I have.
Two things: I am almost ready to hire someone to clean this joint, and I am almost ready to start exercising.
I have lots of things to say about my workplace. Two weeks ago, I had this to say about it via the means of computer wallpaper.
I showed it to a couple people who were entertained. The Monday after I changed it to the "Keep Calm and Carry On" before someone decided to google the german phrase. Though truth be told, for all the irony inherent in both the phrase and the delivery, I truly do believe that. I believe that work sets you, that labour is enobling. While at U of C, one dormmate told me I sounded like I was delivering propaganda from Pravda. Fucker was right. During my Friday chat with team ops who was trying to understand the complicated social situation that exists *only* on my team due to a toxic combination of personalities (yes dear reader, one of them is mine), I actually said the words "there are subversive elements undermining the whole of the collective." Really did. Worse still, I am right.
To show my further honest distress, I referenced the poster above. Team Ops laughed.
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. I can't stand it. I must do it, but I cannot stand it. The big reason why nothing is done today is because I am still distressed by the situation at work. Three days were not enough to recouperate. Hearing my sad mother, irritated brother, slightly on edge father, the humidity, made me reach out to the object of my affection and we spent more than four hours entertaining each other. I am currently sitting on the edge of my bed, in a bathrobe and stockings and wondering if I do not finally have the life every seems to think I have.
Two things: I am almost ready to hire someone to clean this joint, and I am almost ready to start exercising.