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.

Nothing is Sacred

When fruit and dirt collide.

*lifted from www.dailymail.co.uk

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

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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.

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.

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.

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.