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Truckload of Complaining
Aug. 25th, 2004 04:01 pmPost in which I wax whiny and underappreciated.
1. Why is jerking someone around by not replying to them considered more polite than giving them an timely a NO?
2. Was in a meeting today, and... had this awful moment of clarity. Everyone was using corporate speak and really focused on the topics and getting all wiggly over hypothetical situations, and I wasn't. Not in the least.
This is not who I am. This doesn't thrill me like it thrills other people. I felt really out of sorts and almost sad, like why am I here, pretending to buy into this crap. I'm wackier, and more fun and beyond this dreariness. And to make it even weirder, I pretty much like my job.
I guess I had a pre-mid life crisis or whatever.
3. Got a phone call from the drunk my mother today. My's sister's due to have her 2nd kid soon, so I thought that's what she was calling about it. Wrong. Do you want to have lunch ?
Uh, no.
But I went. And it was a fascinating 45 minutes listening to her talk about her teeth, why she doesn't take her medication, how much more likable my sister is compared to me, and her friend who has gained a lot of weight. Whatever.
4. Yeah, I totally see how having to visit two sites in order to read a daily paragraph or two in someone's blog makes for a total hassle. May the paragraphs detailing your own woes and joys garner the same indifference.
1. Why is jerking someone around by not replying to them considered more polite than giving them an timely a NO?
2. Was in a meeting today, and... had this awful moment of clarity. Everyone was using corporate speak and really focused on the topics and getting all wiggly over hypothetical situations, and I wasn't. Not in the least.
This is not who I am. This doesn't thrill me like it thrills other people. I felt really out of sorts and almost sad, like why am I here, pretending to buy into this crap. I'm wackier, and more fun and beyond this dreariness. And to make it even weirder, I pretty much like my job.
I guess I had a pre-mid life crisis or whatever.
3. Got a phone call from
Uh, no.
But I went. And it was a fascinating 45 minutes listening to her talk about her teeth, why she doesn't take her medication, how much more likable my sister is compared to me, and her friend who has gained a lot of weight. Whatever.
4. Yeah, I totally see how having to visit two sites in order to read a daily paragraph or two in someone's blog makes for a total hassle. May the paragraphs detailing your own woes and joys garner the same indifference.
