So today i've just been reading the news, emailing, watching videos on youtube without sound. A good one is Criss Angel stuff. And insert paper work and meetings along the way. Before you know it you're back out on the street and heading home. So i feel thankful for this place I'm in and thankful to you the reader. Life is strange and when we're at our day jobs, or school, or whatever we go on with it. I think a lot of us know it's a sham. A cultural joke that we're playing and that's where the humour and levity of Mr. Shankly comes along. To let the epp and flow of our commitments or lack thereof come through.
Someone left coffee burning in the kitchen. I wonder if it'll ever get turned off. It's rather nice. It's one of those "crazy" things that can happen around here and I wonder if other people are thinking the same thing I am. This group dynamic we share to get the job done has lots of different levels and styles that me and E.835 have discussed but, maybe it's the time of year. The darkness that bookends our days or something. It's making me happy to be here and I know I'll have to leave someday and I'll miss this place for a few minutes.
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Damn Gina, way to turn existential dread into a nice cozy moment of sipping hot chocolate while listening to Norah Jones.
The vacation afterglow officially burned up yesterday when I got in and discovered financial terror, a terror I had been suspecting would occur on my vacation, but had hoped that someone with a little know how and a whole lot of willingness could circumvent in my absence. My day was spent fretting over the "Difficult" letter to the client.
Thank you for posting.
One more thing, in the middle of all the difficulty that I discovered yesterday, instead of making phone calls and a specific plan to address the problem, I got on craigslist, looking for other JOBS! And they all sounded WAY LAMER than my job. If and when I leave, I, like you will miss my desk, my friends, the edge of civilization, and I got to feeling grateful about my job, which helped me to come up with a decent plan, and the right words for the dreaded letter. No response from the client yet. In the meantime, I've bookmarked the jobs page.
Hey E...
Sorry to hear the "offical afterglow" (i assume the nice way of saying that parasite you picked up)is finally through your system. That sucks.
Next week is the jumbo party here-300 plus people. Since we're not to far from your HQ. Maybe you and Poodle M could crash it with me? They'll be open bar, food, pyschic, and dance floor. I am really looking forward to receiving spiritual advice while drinking jack and cokes all night. Be assured that I will be posting in-depth details of the event when it unfolds.
I think i'm at that state of mind that people must feel when they're on death row. Enjoying every breath they take. Really chowing down on that last meal. Knowing one day it'll all be behind you. That's the way to live in the office right now because, chances of the governor pardon coming through are non-existant.
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