today is going *poorly*
running late.
in clumsy oaf mode, I’ve broken the door, because I lost my temper when the keypad didn’t work for the umpty-umpth time, and smacked (I only smack inanimate objects) it, putting a hand-shaped dent in the cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call a door.
I just went to kevin’s office, and told him to let me know how much a replacement cheap, hollow plywood piece of crap they call an excuse for a door will be.
Her name is Chupa, the Chupacabra,
With ugly spikeys in her hair and a spine exposed to air.
She don’t meringue, don’t do no cha-cha,
But it’s the thing she does the best, That most people do detest.
She does it all night long, just listen to my song.
One day a goat will be walking by,
Next he’s awfully dry.
She’s the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra)
Her mealtime’s a taste of macabre (Yeah?)
Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Ooh),
She sucks goat’s blood and she’s not my bud
Yes she’s the Chupa….She strikes at night.
His name was Pico. He was a farmer.
He once had 30 head of goat, now not one darn sheepskin coat,
Because the Chupa, she paid a visit.
And while our Pico slept in bed, Chup enjoyed much blood-a-red,
Pico woke up that day,
Did not know what to say,
There was blood and some 30 goat heads,
He knelt down to pray. She’s the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra),
Her mealtime’s a taste of macabre (Yeah?)
Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Ooh),
She sucks goat’s blood and she’s not my bud
Yes she’s the Chupa….She strikes at night.
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KEEP OUT.
Anyone who opens this door will learn firsthand what it’s like to be bashed in the head with a mx385 fully loaded toner cartridge. |
meeting tomorrow, I get to go in early to talk about health insurance and why my raise wasn’t on this week’s check. I’ll be there, instead of hanging out with my sweetie from 11 to noon.
I hope it lets out before the roach coach comes by. the soda machine is not taking bills again. besides, I want a big honking iced tea or two.
did I ever mention that it actually plays “la cucaracha” on the horn when it pulls up?
Bringing letters into work tomorrow to scan. Maybe I can write a griffin & sabine sort of story out of ’em?
Reflections –
Every time I go out and immerse myself in nature – camping, hiking, climbing (Ha! like I do any climbing – let’s say “meandering” instead. Yeah, that’s it. Meandering through nature.) – I am always struck by just how paltry my own imagination is compared to the majesty of the world’s real, living scenery.
And yet, I’m still sometimes, somehow disappointed that there are no goblins scuttering around in the underbrush, or that the half-buried boulders are not, in fact, the knucklebones of slumbering giants. (Or… are they?)
I got to work early, and it turns out we’re shutting down. Post office is closed, all the federal buildings we’re connected to is closed.
Nothing to do, so back to the apartment I go, as soon as I polish off this last test. I should be heading back to the house in the next hour or less.
Staying home today.
from http://www.mycathatesyou.com/ of course. full of kitties looking evil.
Even cute little kittens think livejournal is crap right now. 🙂
Ah well, it’s all relative. I’m at work still doing what I do in order to eat, sleep with a roof, and keep Newton and my self in relative comfort and quiet. I hear DJ is looking for money, now too… apparently a lot of folks are jumping ship, and heading over there. Working on my laptop, writing a short story…we’ll see where it takes me.
What a weird story — a girl goes missing a month ago, after being assaulted and then being temporarily hospitalized in a psychiatric unit, and now she turns up and calls home. The nice part of the story is how people have rallied to help the family out and bring the girl home.
Like any other type of relationship, employee/employee relationships can become abusive. If you analyze the reasons why people stay with particular companies or in particular jobs, and compare them to the reasons women stay with abusive men, the similarities are disturbing. To whit:
Many abusive men play on the woman’s self esteem; I’m the best you’re going to get, who else is going to accept you the way you are, you’re lucky to have me, where else are you going to go?
Some companies do the same thing; where else are you going to find a job in this field, you don’t really know how to do anything else, are you really up to competing in today’s job market against people younger/smarter/more educated than you?
Abusive males also typically have some sort of financial hold over the women they victimize. The women can’t afford a place of their own, or even a bus ticket. They feel they can’t leave, even if they want to, yet conversely feel some degree of fear that the man will throw them out onto the street.
Abusive companies do the same; who’s going to pay you what you’re making now? Who else offers these sorts of benefits? Can you afford to quit? What would happen if you got fired? How will you pay the bills?
Many companies, like abusive spouses, often offer incentives to get you to stay and boost your morale; a free lunch, swag like t-shirts and baseball tickets, even kind words and pats on the back. But these are typically empty promises. One day it’s a tender kiss that takes you back to the days when the relationship was new and full of promise, the next day you’re back to getting smacked in the mouth.
Unfortunately, while there are several organizations available to help women escape abusive relationships, there are none that I’m aware of set up to assist employees fleeing abusive employers. Sure, employment agencies will help you find a new job, but they won’t shelter you until you’re back on your feet; that’s like a battered spouse seeking help from a dating service. And if you did ask for that type of assistance, you’d likely get a snide response along the lines of “You’re an adult, no one’s making you stay, why don’t you just quit?“, words the same people might find shocking were they uttered to an abused woman taking flight.
And people wonder why I’m glad Wally’s gone. It’s like the abusive boyfriend of a good pal (Most of the upper management, really) had just been kicked out, and gotten a restraining order. I’m mighty happy about that.
Oh… it looks like Wally is surely fired, and that the police will be waiting for him at the port he comes in from vacation… mail fraud, misrepresentation of federal documents, embezzelment…
Looks like the chain gang for him! Time for him to bone up on his spirituals, rock breakin’, and hope for minimal unwanted anal intercourse.
In more positive news –
I’m having Thai food tonight, in the name of the woman I love. *stands proudly and tall* I’m going to try a new local place that I’ve never tried before, once I make it to the house. Some spring rolls in pinapple sauce…and something spicy. not sure what yet, but I’m in the mood for something with zip… I like it pretty hot.(They have a vegan version of Pad Thai available… maybe I’ll do that, or some tofu yummies). I’m going to make hot Chai tea tonight, too.
Glutton powers, activate!
I’ve got a little while to think about it… looks like I have another half-hour’s worth of work to do here.
Geez.. I must’ve had two bowls of drama flakes this morning.
Write about – Wally getting caught at postal fraud and embezzling… Jail time for him? Fired by ramada? (hopefully this won’t hurt Terri or Derrick… they’re probably patsys. But you know what they say about shaking hands with the devil.)
Diana maybe getting tossed out (she’ll rebound oko… work for another mailshop thing)
downsides – paul has holding rights in company, terri quitting?(unlikely)
Sheesh… I have to get the whole story down tonight to try and let Tman, Pixx and Havagan know about it. (ex employees)
I hate being too dang busy to think.
Preferred mode is a ‘full plate’ with an extended deadline.
this “we need it nownownownow” stuff gets old, fast. especially with pesky orbiting folks poking noses in… “is it done yet?”
my answer “no, and every time you ask me, it’s going to take longer. go away, you’ll have it when it’s ready, and as fast as possible. ”
and still… some folks keep “ready yet?”
sheesh.
Wowee-zowiee.
It was hotter than the devil’s armpit today, let me tell you.
I got together with Derek earlier than I’d anticipated, and that’s a good thing. I hooked up with him at the mall of the dead at about noon-ish, were we proceeded to grab some yummy veggies subs at the subway in the food court… the mall of the dead offers a small, if tasty variety of yummy foodles, takeout chines, Italian, hot dogs/beer, and subway. He’s recently broken up with his girlfriend, but I think it’s a good thing all around… for selfish reasons – now I get to see more of him, as well as the fact that she wasn’t a healthy person to have a relationship with. I hope that he meets a nice girl soon, and that she treats him like the prince he is. (He really is a sweet guy. Once I get him hooked up with a live journal, it’ll be that much more fun around here. Heaven knows we can use more humor and kindness in this joint. After Sandwiches, we shopped for a bit, walking aimlessly (the goal was to talk and have fun, not really to buy anything. (but I did buy a treatie for my sweetie… I love finding her trinkets of happiness in fun pre-cast plastic…I think she’ll dig it.) The first time I’ve been in sam goody in about 6 months… Nice to see dvd’s are affordable now, but sad that a crappy music cd (40 min, tops) was selling for $24… not an import, just super-inflated prices at the store, I think. Bah!
On another note, Derek’s smoking way too much. (I know my bro reads this…) Time to cut back to a pack a day or less, bub!
Anyhoo, I go to call a cab for the trip to the pier…(Because it’s frickin’ 1pm, July, Florida…. I don’t plan on walking 2 miles in the humid, thick, bright, hot death if I can drop a fiver to travel in air-conditioned comfort. you may call me spoiled, if you wish.) The cab arrives, and I swear the Russian guy was doing some sort of Yakov Smirnoff riff on us about his ex-wife, motorcycles, and child-rearing. Quite entertaining, and totally unexpected. We got to the pier, and were early (the folks we were going to meet weren’t due for an hour yet), so we nursed a carafe of coke and had a nice long talk about sundry things.. primarily his recent breakup, and playing dope wars on my palm pilot. He dug it a lot, so I e-mailed him a link to the windows version which has a lot more features and is a fun little time-blower.
I introduced him to some of the folks from work, and met with the pier band there, to give them a quote on doing some webby-stuff. (I gave ’em a good deal, as they’re buddies of Carman and Karen… plus, I can charge more later for upkeep and maint.) The work gang was sitting right up in front, and I couldn’t get that close, as it was too dang loud. Instead, Derek and I took a walk up and down the beach, then ducked into walgreens to cool off. I picked up a pair of cheap sunglasses, (blu-blockers!) and we went out front to the bus stop there to talk some more, and wait for the #11 to pick him up, and take him on home. After the bus went on its merry way to Los Olas, I felt an urge to hoof it (things had cooled to a reasonable degree by then) so I walked from the bus stop to the soda fountain nearby, and got a root beer float…. buoyed by vanilla ice cream and a sense of purpose, I headed for home…. I’ve not had a real float in a long time, so it was a nice treat to end a pleasant day… convenience in all things, I passed a trash can as I finished the last drop. 🙂 Got home, and showered to
Arrived home, and now am anxiously awaiting my sweetie to pop online and tell me of her day out and about. I think I’ll plan supper, and goof with newtie in the meantime. Supper is – either delivery chinese, or something in the larder/icebox/cupboad.
I’m well-stocked, but I think I deserve a day to total pampering, and am considering orange tofu with broccoli. The jury’s still out. I’ll decide by 8… meantime, I’m going to kick back, cool my heels, and relax.