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Mar. 23rd, 2001 03:42 pmEverything's coming up... pumpkinfritters!
Just felt like saying that.
Having another blank day where i don't know what to say sometimes. Feel that there's about 100 emails i should be writing, but i can't. Don't have any energy. I'm just coasting until the end of the day, basically. Nothing new to report, no big revelations anywhere, but i feel like writing to keep myself from falling a zzzzz...
Thought today would be kind of slow, but i lied. it's REALLY slow. Dude, it's like me and one other person here in this part of the building today. Sometimes i wonder why i bother, but then i remember that the new 1st sgt is just licking her chops to get a bite out of misbehaving soldiers.
I think, i could be at home, in comfortable clothes with my shoes off, wiggling my toes and watching the sun come through the curtains. But then i remember that i can do that in an hour and a half, and allll next week, and then i feel better.
Got to make gratuitously cheesy "Can I have your liver then?" and "Boy, am i hungry!" jokes today while taking out mouse livers. The first one's always BLEAH and then it becomes assembly line. I'm just thinking about how the kaboodles missed out on the leftovers-- except that i don't think the kitties should be eating mousies that have been macking upon chemicals. Just a thought.
And don't give me any crap about those poor mousies-- they are the kind that people snap in traps all the time. And they're nice and not feeling a thing when they die, not like traps or (shudder) sticky tape paper. Since when do we believe that it's more humane to let a mouse starve to death than to quickly break its neck?
Not that i don't have the urge to yell "Run and Be FREE!" and toss them outside whenever i do stuff like this. Then i start singing Mighty Mouse as Andy Kaufmann not to be demented, but that's how the groove in my brain is worn.
I don't really think about it all that often, to be truthful. Yeah, it sucks when you're actually doing it, but then i forget all about it 10 minutes later. I know it sounds callous, but if i didn't i couldn't work here. I became a vegetarian for 2 years to try and even out some of the nastier karma, but in the end my love of baloney sandwiches and hot dogs and hard salami won out over ethics. I love fake meat!
I'm not going to bore you or me with all the details, but i came to realize that anytime i ever said to myself "i'll *never* be able to do xyz," circumstances usually dictate that i have to suck my own dick and eat my words. it *always* happens. So i never thought i could work in a place like this? Guess what. and i wouldn't say it's been horrible, but i can't honestly say i'd choose this line of work. i don't want to be on the business end of anything for awhile-- i've paid my dues, and no doubt i'm going to guinea pig hell where they all get to have *revenge*!
Work here at night is beyond creepy though. it's all from my own head, but this place gives me the heebie jeebies at night if i have to come in to do stuff or abuse the photocopier. I like to do what i can, and get out. Basically i blame the movie "The Last Broadcast" for being such a paranoid freak. i kept thinking of that guy's face around every corner or being chased and would try not to think about it, but it's like not thinking of pink elephants. I guess i like to freak myself out, me and my neuroses.
Wow-- work + sucky things i have to do at work= creepy crawlies from evil work vibes
Let's think about s'thing else...hmm...let's see... i'm going to practice with linking here and see if you can get to it. It's an Astronomy Site that has a picture of the day, and you can click on the links to see other pictures and learn about the stars and planets, but it's mostly an *ooh, ahh* show, and that's perfectly fine by me. It makes you feel so small, just standing in the cubicle while all this *stuff* is out there, but not in a Total Perspective Vortex type of way. Go here for a satellite map of the Earth at night.
It's amazing what draws your eye to the map-- first it's the empty space, then teeny lights in the empty space, then "what city is that?" type of dealie, and so on. Someone at work printed it out and i look at it all the time.
you know, in all that empty space in Canada, someone should string up lights that read "Aliens Land Here, Thank You Kindly!" If they haven't already, natch.
Goddamn, i'm a didactic longwinded motherfucker...
Just felt like saying that.
Having another blank day where i don't know what to say sometimes. Feel that there's about 100 emails i should be writing, but i can't. Don't have any energy. I'm just coasting until the end of the day, basically. Nothing new to report, no big revelations anywhere, but i feel like writing to keep myself from falling a zzzzz...
Thought today would be kind of slow, but i lied. it's REALLY slow. Dude, it's like me and one other person here in this part of the building today. Sometimes i wonder why i bother, but then i remember that the new 1st sgt is just licking her chops to get a bite out of misbehaving soldiers.
I think, i could be at home, in comfortable clothes with my shoes off, wiggling my toes and watching the sun come through the curtains. But then i remember that i can do that in an hour and a half, and allll next week, and then i feel better.
Got to make gratuitously cheesy "Can I have your liver then?" and "Boy, am i hungry!" jokes today while taking out mouse livers. The first one's always BLEAH and then it becomes assembly line. I'm just thinking about how the kaboodles missed out on the leftovers-- except that i don't think the kitties should be eating mousies that have been macking upon chemicals. Just a thought.
And don't give me any crap about those poor mousies-- they are the kind that people snap in traps all the time. And they're nice and not feeling a thing when they die, not like traps or (shudder) sticky tape paper. Since when do we believe that it's more humane to let a mouse starve to death than to quickly break its neck?
Not that i don't have the urge to yell "Run and Be FREE!" and toss them outside whenever i do stuff like this. Then i start singing Mighty Mouse as Andy Kaufmann not to be demented, but that's how the groove in my brain is worn.
I don't really think about it all that often, to be truthful. Yeah, it sucks when you're actually doing it, but then i forget all about it 10 minutes later. I know it sounds callous, but if i didn't i couldn't work here. I became a vegetarian for 2 years to try and even out some of the nastier karma, but in the end my love of baloney sandwiches and hot dogs and hard salami won out over ethics. I love fake meat!
I'm not going to bore you or me with all the details, but i came to realize that anytime i ever said to myself "i'll *never* be able to do xyz," circumstances usually dictate that i have to suck my own dick and eat my words. it *always* happens. So i never thought i could work in a place like this? Guess what. and i wouldn't say it's been horrible, but i can't honestly say i'd choose this line of work. i don't want to be on the business end of anything for awhile-- i've paid my dues, and no doubt i'm going to guinea pig hell where they all get to have *revenge*!
Work here at night is beyond creepy though. it's all from my own head, but this place gives me the heebie jeebies at night if i have to come in to do stuff or abuse the photocopier. I like to do what i can, and get out. Basically i blame the movie "The Last Broadcast" for being such a paranoid freak. i kept thinking of that guy's face around every corner or being chased and would try not to think about it, but it's like not thinking of pink elephants. I guess i like to freak myself out, me and my neuroses.
Wow-- work + sucky things i have to do at work= creepy crawlies from evil work vibes
Let's think about s'thing else...hmm...let's see... i'm going to practice with linking here and see if you can get to it. It's an Astronomy Site that has a picture of the day, and you can click on the links to see other pictures and learn about the stars and planets, but it's mostly an *ooh, ahh* show, and that's perfectly fine by me. It makes you feel so small, just standing in the cubicle while all this *stuff* is out there, but not in a Total Perspective Vortex type of way. Go here for a satellite map of the Earth at night.
It's amazing what draws your eye to the map-- first it's the empty space, then teeny lights in the empty space, then "what city is that?" type of dealie, and so on. Someone at work printed it out and i look at it all the time.
you know, in all that empty space in Canada, someone should string up lights that read "Aliens Land Here, Thank You Kindly!" If they haven't already, natch.
Goddamn, i'm a didactic longwinded motherfucker...
