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So apparently my troupe has gone icon wild. I must say it provides for much amusement.
Juice and Ely: Sorry for not making it to your bbq yesterday... I got pulled over saturday night and apparently, my registration has been suspended because I was supposed to get an emmissions test and didn't know about it. I should make a point to read my mail more often. But yeah, I need to get that done and then go to court and maybe the judge will waive the $275 ticket. Fuck me with a brick. Yesterday's recording session went pretty well, though we didn't finish till 9pm... further compounding my non-appearance at the event. We'll hang out again soon, I promise.
I realized that I'd forgotten to do some things that my boss wanted for 9am tomorrow so i actually went into work for 3 hours today and did them. With each passing day I'm further convinced that i really am not cut out for this 9 - 5 thing. I think one of my big problems is that it's very difficult for me to just be mediocre, even when I don't give two shits about the task at hand. As a result I put in more effort than I should for stupid jobs that mean nothing to me, just because I can't stand the thought of doing them badly. And then I resent the fact that people expect a lot of me because up till that point I've proven to be well above average. In other words, I really wish I could pretend I was stupid, even if just for a day. *sigh*
So while walking back from work I was looking around the city.. it was pretty empty, and it had just rained so the streets were strangely bright, illuminated by the puddles reflecting the street lamps... I love those moments right after it rains and everything feels clean and still, and you suddenly notice all these sounds that you never hear despite frequenting places at all other times, like the how the groaning of the escalator at the 18th and K stop of the Farragut West Metro station sounds like an amateur saxophone player wrestling with his first few notes. And I was looking around at the city and thinking to myself that some days life is so beautiful that it hurts, and I wish I had the cognizance to appreciate it more instead of getting wrapped up in the self-absorbed muck that I've been mulling in as of late. But one will feel what they feel, sometimes with no good reason. But I need to figure something out so that work doesn't drive me so crazy.
Juice and Ely: Sorry for not making it to your bbq yesterday... I got pulled over saturday night and apparently, my registration has been suspended because I was supposed to get an emmissions test and didn't know about it. I should make a point to read my mail more often. But yeah, I need to get that done and then go to court and maybe the judge will waive the $275 ticket. Fuck me with a brick. Yesterday's recording session went pretty well, though we didn't finish till 9pm... further compounding my non-appearance at the event. We'll hang out again soon, I promise.
I realized that I'd forgotten to do some things that my boss wanted for 9am tomorrow so i actually went into work for 3 hours today and did them. With each passing day I'm further convinced that i really am not cut out for this 9 - 5 thing. I think one of my big problems is that it's very difficult for me to just be mediocre, even when I don't give two shits about the task at hand. As a result I put in more effort than I should for stupid jobs that mean nothing to me, just because I can't stand the thought of doing them badly. And then I resent the fact that people expect a lot of me because up till that point I've proven to be well above average. In other words, I really wish I could pretend I was stupid, even if just for a day. *sigh*
So while walking back from work I was looking around the city.. it was pretty empty, and it had just rained so the streets were strangely bright, illuminated by the puddles reflecting the street lamps... I love those moments right after it rains and everything feels clean and still, and you suddenly notice all these sounds that you never hear despite frequenting places at all other times, like the how the groaning of the escalator at the 18th and K stop of the Farragut West Metro station sounds like an amateur saxophone player wrestling with his first few notes. And I was looking around at the city and thinking to myself that some days life is so beautiful that it hurts, and I wish I had the cognizance to appreciate it more instead of getting wrapped up in the self-absorbed muck that I've been mulling in as of late. But one will feel what they feel, sometimes with no good reason. But I need to figure something out so that work doesn't drive me so crazy.