Sunday, August 30, 2009
Spin
had a couple of flashbacks earlier. Am blaming peanut butter and bananas on this one. I want some coffee but I can't because class tomorrow starts at 7 and I need all my energy and patience --- must not kill my trainees, namely Discourse Incompetence.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Up All Night
And I've been up all night.
I might sleep all day.
Get your dreams just right.
Let them slip away
I might sleep all day.
... cause I've been thinking,
I'd like to see your eyes
open up real wide
the minute you see me...
If you don't come through
I wouldn't wait for you.
I understand that everyone goes disappearing
into the greatest grey
that covers over distance,
and hovers in the distance
and the distance
and the distance
I've been up all night
*image lifted from
2.bp.blogspot
Plastic Fantastic
Found : Falling Angels by Tracy Chevalier, my favorite author of the moment. 135p, PickABook in SM
Spent last week in the other site. I really hate the daytime shift. There are too many people on the streets and the heat reminded me that I am in hell.
Though it is great that my initial impression of a person is being changed, it is NOT that great to have a fallen saint right by your feet.
SM (Saint M___) was trying to be subtle about her hatred for H but obviously, the former does not have the knack for subtlety. In fact, if subtlety were a planet, she would be a neon pink monolith on it's Easter Island. She is the bulldozer in a 5x3 feet room, the foghorn in Dickens' Great Expectations, the gale that sank the ship, the whip on a dominatrix's hand...
"You know, even if you're sick, you can still go to work. It has something to do with setting your mind..."
Jeezus, woman, the person had to be rushed to the hospital. I think the last thing her mind can set at that point was to make sure that she wouldn't be gone from work longer than 3 days. God forbid that she miss the constant whingeing of her team...or the fact that it's a 100% attrition..
Look, I get that you hate each other's guts. I understand that H has her shortcomings. Don't forget that I was at the receiving end of the "you so stupid" harangue at some point but damnit, I was expecting SM to be decent and not discuss what she thinks ---
A manager is supposed to elevate her people and show them that there is no use complaining over things that can be let go. Instead, SM has decided to fully engage the "let's all hate her war".
To SM...
Here's a huge ONE FINGER SALUTE.
You beat tupperware in the plastic game.
Spent last week in the other site. I really hate the daytime shift. There are too many people on the streets and the heat reminded me that I am in hell.
Though it is great that my initial impression of a person is being changed, it is NOT that great to have a fallen saint right by your feet.
SM (Saint M___) was trying to be subtle about her hatred for H but obviously, the former does not have the knack for subtlety. In fact, if subtlety were a planet, she would be a neon pink monolith on it's Easter Island. She is the bulldozer in a 5x3 feet room, the foghorn in Dickens' Great Expectations, the gale that sank the ship, the whip on a dominatrix's hand...
"You know, even if you're sick, you can still go to work. It has something to do with setting your mind..."
Jeezus, woman, the person had to be rushed to the hospital. I think the last thing her mind can set at that point was to make sure that she wouldn't be gone from work longer than 3 days. God forbid that she miss the constant whingeing of her team...or the fact that it's a 100% attrition..
Look, I get that you hate each other's guts. I understand that H has her shortcomings. Don't forget that I was at the receiving end of the "you so stupid" harangue at some point but damnit, I was expecting SM to be decent and not discuss what she thinks ---
A manager is supposed to elevate her people and show them that there is no use complaining over things that can be let go. Instead, SM has decided to fully engage the "let's all hate her war".
To SM...
Here's a huge ONE FINGER SALUTE.
You beat tupperware in the plastic game.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
It was another stiff drink moment. I finally received the wedding invite via email. Though after telling him last Friday what I thought about him, I realized that whatever temporary madness and longing sprung from who he is and how he affected me has ended..
It felt...over.
Not in the party was a dud sense or yahoo! it didn't kill me way --- just the slight, lingering empty feeling. It's similar to Chinese food after a couple of hours kind of empty.
Had to buy books and blew some two days worth of allowance (scoff, faux budget, scoff).
Found : Modern Manners: An Etiquette Book for Rude People by PJ O'Rourke for the grand price of 115.00
Finished two books last weekend. Paisley Girl and the Mistress of the Art of Death (Don't ask me about authors as I am absolutely rubbish with names --- including fictional characters) I am supposed to be stockpiling books for my coming vacation ---
I did tell him to send me an invitation. And he did. But dude....the subcontinent is too far. And I might be the one to object to the wedding and experience being lynch mobbed by both you and your brides family. I have no desire to be drowned in curry.
Scene from a day :
Trainee trying to give an example: "...But if the colleague are your friend, is it still haRRASment? ..."
G left last Friday. This boy swings from the opposite poles of happiness and mania. Yesterday, apparently, somebody told his ex-boss about his resigning. Ex-boss (AKA the Lights are On But Nobody is Home) "ran" into his sister and promptly told her about it -- in turn, prompting G to wish the bloody hounds of Gaydom to sic on him.
This just keeps on getting better and getter.
It felt...over.
Not in the party was a dud sense or yahoo! it didn't kill me way --- just the slight, lingering empty feeling. It's similar to Chinese food after a couple of hours kind of empty.
Had to buy books and blew some two days worth of allowance (scoff, faux budget, scoff).
Found : Modern Manners: An Etiquette Book for Rude People by PJ O'Rourke for the grand price of 115.00
Finished two books last weekend. Paisley Girl and the Mistress of the Art of Death (Don't ask me about authors as I am absolutely rubbish with names --- including fictional characters) I am supposed to be stockpiling books for my coming vacation ---
I did tell him to send me an invitation. And he did. But dude....the subcontinent is too far. And I might be the one to object to the wedding and experience being lynch mobbed by both you and your brides family. I have no desire to be drowned in curry.
Scene from a day :
Trainee trying to give an example: "...But if the colleague are your friend, is it still haRRASment? ..."
G left last Friday. This boy swings from the opposite poles of happiness and mania. Yesterday, apparently, somebody told his ex-boss about his resigning. Ex-boss (AKA the Lights are On But Nobody is Home) "ran" into his sister and promptly told her about it -- in turn, prompting G to wish the bloody hounds of Gaydom to sic on him.
This just keeps on getting better and getter.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Running On Fumes
Am still reeling from the fatwa'ing schedule I had this week --- oh well. Same old , same old.
Read this article about "How To Let Go of The One Who Got Away". Not exactly a shocker as it offered advice that I already know but it did give affirmation that maybe, I was right.
"...In some ways we are probably just experiencing what every man has suffered since the dawn of time: you can’t always get what you want.This can be a very disturbing realisation. After all, don’t we live in a culture that tells us we can have anything we want, as long as we are prepared to chase it?Combined with a common belief that “The One” is wandering out there somewhere, with only our heart etched on his sleeve, the realisation of lost love can feel like a death blow..."
Am having wierd flashbacks. Of taking a practical exam with one of my former English teachers, of my old job in a former company, of all the embarassing moments that I had with those I presumed to have fallen for (and had gotten away)...
It is true.
I AM GOOD LUCK CHUCK!
Seriously, I am.
BUT I DON'T FATWA'ING MIND BECAUSE I AM COOL! YEAH!
Whatever.
Whoever I like will get married in a years time.
Proven 4x. In fact, when V finally left, I said that in a years time he would be getting married.
I am so right.
Did the shameful and looked him up in Google. Ha ha. Idiot.
Going back to the old cure of work, sleep, anti-social behavior and more work.
Also deleted Say Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap. It's just so him and so me.
If I wake up and have him still in my head, I will not curse my fate --- it's pointless and a waste of time.
Now if I can only sleep.
Read this article about "How To Let Go of The One Who Got Away". Not exactly a shocker as it offered advice that I already know but it did give affirmation that maybe, I was right.
"...In some ways we are probably just experiencing what every man has suffered since the dawn of time: you can’t always get what you want.This can be a very disturbing realisation. After all, don’t we live in a culture that tells us we can have anything we want, as long as we are prepared to chase it?Combined with a common belief that “The One” is wandering out there somewhere, with only our heart etched on his sleeve, the realisation of lost love can feel like a death blow..."
Am having wierd flashbacks. Of taking a practical exam with one of my former English teachers, of my old job in a former company, of all the embarassing moments that I had with those I presumed to have fallen for (and had gotten away)...
It is true.
I AM GOOD LUCK CHUCK!
Seriously, I am.
BUT I DON'T FATWA'ING MIND BECAUSE I AM COOL! YEAH!
Whatever.
Whoever I like will get married in a years time.
Proven 4x. In fact, when V finally left, I said that in a years time he would be getting married.
I am so right.
Did the shameful and looked him up in Google. Ha ha. Idiot.
Going back to the old cure of work, sleep, anti-social behavior and more work.
Also deleted Say Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap. It's just so him and so me.
If I wake up and have him still in my head, I will not curse my fate --- it's pointless and a waste of time.
Now if I can only sleep.
Hell Is Not Other People.
Hell is not other people. It's your freaking manager who I refuse to tag under "human".
Frack that.
I don't want to leave the company but frack man, stay out of my way.
Frack that.
I don't want to leave the company but frack man, stay out of my way.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
One Finger Salute
Was not THAT surprised to hear A announce that she was resigning. What surprised me was how soon it was. Talk about a two week terminal leave give it to me or I sue you demand.
Manager M and H tried the old emotional blackmail route which just shows their lack of quality as human beings.
I applaud you A. I know we don't like each other but I truly meant it when I said that I will miss you.
Which brings me to .... K.
K is planning to submit her resignation this Monday. I am still hoping that she won't push through with it but knowing how this bitch operates, it's so on.
In an attempt to placate her, Manager H actually asked " If J apologizes,will you stay?"
OH COME ON.
L already submitted his letter a month ago and we're just counting the days until he's done serving the 30 day notice. I will definitely miss this closet fag (which he knows I mean in the most affectionate way) but there are some things that cannot be helped.
In a span of less than 6 months, Manager H will be losing all 3 of her remaining team.
Here's to you muthafatwa. And I so hope you don't get your people back.
Manager M and H tried the old emotional blackmail route which just shows their lack of quality as human beings.
I applaud you A. I know we don't like each other but I truly meant it when I said that I will miss you.
Which brings me to .... K.
K is planning to submit her resignation this Monday. I am still hoping that she won't push through with it but knowing how this bitch operates, it's so on.
In an attempt to placate her, Manager H actually asked " If J apologizes,will you stay?"
OH COME ON.
L already submitted his letter a month ago and we're just counting the days until he's done serving the 30 day notice. I will definitely miss this closet fag (which he knows I mean in the most affectionate way) but there are some things that cannot be helped.
In a span of less than 6 months, Manager H will be losing all 3 of her remaining team.
Here's to you muthafatwa. And I so hope you don't get your people back.
*Image lifted from www.peter-slovak.com/
Monday, August 3, 2009
Kwizzes
What it says there is "Brake" the arm.
I don't have any photo editing software yet as the old desktop was reformatted --- thereby losing 4 years worth of blog entries, bad stories and photos. And 10G of music.
Have started to slowly build my music library again -- though I cannot find my Once soundtrack. I need the maudlin music to make me feel dejected and emo --- it has to be sad good and occassionally subtle. And yes, I have wandered in bad music continent but it doesn't really matter. I am the one listening to it --- even if I have inflicted Flo Rida's "Low" to a lot of busy people.
Sametime transcript:
Me : Let's sing!
Me : Apple bottomed jeans and boots with the fur! She got the whole world looking at her! She hit the floor! Next thing you know! Shorty got low, low, low, low, low.
C.P.V : Busy ka?
I have uploaded all the UrbanDub albums I have --- Anthem is on a loop though its not dedicated to anyone.
For your reference this is the chorus to the song:
I'm so much more/ Than what you cared to see / You drove me away / Now I can move forward / Move forward/ Missed chance and mistakes / How were we to know/ That it would end when we began? / The times we've wasted / Will never return again / Sleepless nights/ When your memory consumed me
Songs mean more to me if I dedicate it to anyone. A couple of months ago it was a couple of songs : Why Can't I by Liz Phair and Captured by Christian Bautista. Shoot me later Irate, I was in the throes of an infatuation and imprinted on these songs.
I am just wasting some time until 6PM wherein I will be reviewing for class again. I feel like I am at a crossroads but the map is missing.
Sigh.
In the middle of angsty rants about work, bosses and how my life sucks plus co-workers who are unconsciously undermining my intelligence --- I am glad that I have my ipod. At least I can block out some noise.
Unfortunately, a lot of the songs still remind me of V and other could have been x's. Oh well.
I need help with a decision --- and that is the decision to ask for help. Haha.
Time to start studying. Good night normal shifters!
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Word Vomit
Shot my mouth off again the other day when they told me that a former schoolmate/whore is going to start in a new post in the worlds Local. I immediately said "oh *name, name* is going to work here?"
Of course the audience asked if I know this person.
And here we go with the word vomit. For some reason, everytime her name is brought up, this urge to discuss her past whoring ways comes up like the scourge of trackers and I can't help but share.
Lemme see now, I have a feeling this is going to bite me in the ass.
And I can't really say that I don't care because I do --- more about perception management and all that --- I do not want to subvert the audience's opinion of me because not only do I like them --- they can also help me.
Listen, I did try to save by face and her face in a way by stating that "she's very intelligent, nice and she did take up masters --- no problem about being approachable ---" Which was followed by " As long as you keep your boyfriends away from her"
It's not like she stole anything from me. I just really, like, seriously dislike people who are perpetual victims. And she did it in the most subtle way --- by being nice and then later on laying out her tale of woe. Get some gumption would you?!
Oh well, more when the Karma slaps back.
Of course the audience asked if I know this person.
And here we go with the word vomit. For some reason, everytime her name is brought up, this urge to discuss her past whoring ways comes up like the scourge of trackers and I can't help but share.
Lemme see now, I have a feeling this is going to bite me in the ass.
And I can't really say that I don't care because I do --- more about perception management and all that --- I do not want to subvert the audience's opinion of me because not only do I like them --- they can also help me.
Listen, I did try to save by face and her face in a way by stating that "she's very intelligent, nice and she did take up masters --- no problem about being approachable ---" Which was followed by " As long as you keep your boyfriends away from her"
It's not like she stole anything from me. I just really, like, seriously dislike people who are perpetual victims. And she did it in the most subtle way --- by being nice and then later on laying out her tale of woe. Get some gumption would you?!
Oh well, more when the Karma slaps back.
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