Still In Syndication

No I haven't died. I've been out of syndication I know. Sorry to my two readers! I will post more. At least once a week. But not this week I suppose. I've decided to stay away a little with the words and start learning. Eventually I'll have my own things to say.

Perhaps I'm just reeling from finishing the Carrie Diaries. That part about "getting used to" things, one one of the last chapters while she waited for Donna LaDonna to finish dressing up.

Any way, on the blog news side, I'm planning on redressing this entire blog with a fresher, lighter look, with more emphasis on the rainbows instead of the grays. Of course it's still going to be gray-ish, but I want the rainbow to be more prominent - but not tacky.

So drop by from time to time. I'm thinking of an October launch. Ya like???

Are You Stupid Or Something?

Keep your cool. And be diplomatic. These are enviable traits, yet I have no idea how to do both.

I guess I’d be more sympathetic to dilemmas of a young junior. Some things aren’t expected for them to know. These things are venues for development, cultivation and growth. Guidance is such a rewarding thing to do. And it’s fulfilling to feel like you’ve been part of someone’s success.

But, when you’re dealing with a micro-managing, problem-causing, non-knowledgeable yapper, it gets the best of me. So much so, that it makes me shout (quite literally) in front of my computer

“ARE YOU STUPID OR SOMETHING!?”

You spend your time micro-managing everyone else, you end up alienating them. Even more so, you spend so much time chasing bits and pieces, you’ve lost the ability to comprehend the bigger picture. Or maybe you never had the ability at all.And since you know squat about every little thing, you’re nothing but dead weight. Dead weight WE would have to drag around.

Why do we even bother!!!!?

Manic Mondays Begone

Decidedly, I skipped Monday like a mo-fo.

It was - after all - holiday of the country I'm supporting 100%. And with the very few holidays they have versus the number of local holidays I spend supporting them, it's only fair that I get a day off. I'm never sick (except on special occasions), and work my ass off to make them happy - whether they're rightfully or wrongfully complaining.

So to keep my sanity, and keep myself happy, and not feel so overwhelmed, or imprisoned at work, I've decided to be brave enough in taking an out-of-office day, a leave, a Don't Fuck With Me Today day. Maybe if they get used to me away some of the time, they'll learn to think for themselves, or work to save their own asses, before they reach out for me.

Life doesn't count on my shoulders. Neither should you.

I'll be on leave on August 30, again. Bye.

The Carrie Diaries

I've put the little book from Oz down and picked up one that happened in the 80s. The Carrie Diaries is the pre-New Yorker era for our favorite Carrie. Perhaps this was a time before she became a TV / Movie character / star, and my faith on her will be renewed.

So far what I can tell you is that it's a pretty nice young adult themed book. It's an easy read and a welcome insight to Carrie's high school life.

I think your 13 year old shouldn't be reading this book at all, but 20-somethings can find the high school experiences fondly familiar. Those who are young at heart can also enjoy this book I believe, if you've grown tired of all that Twilight hulla baloo.

This book is a like.

Saturday Coma

Sometimes the body craves what the body craves.

Many people look forward to the weekends. It’s the time to live the life you scrape for all week. All that hard work ought to bring you some joy outside the office. It gives you time to spend with your family, or go out on a date, or get around doing your chores you’re obliged to meet. And sometimes it leads to unexpected things.

My weekend led me to a coma.

I fell asleep late Friday night, and fell asleep mostly during the day. Spent the day watching TV, DVDs, laying on my bed, and drowsing off here and there, hours on end, like there was no tomorrow.

The reason behind it is unknown.

But I felt recharged by Sunday. And I couldn’t have spent it any better. I just wish the world didn’t miss me too much.

Nothing But Words

It does wonders to the brain without internet.

My Internet Dependency is definitely gnawing at me. Since the storm hit and our DSL box shot by the winds, our internet connection’s been down. And since it’s never stopped me from opening my computer - as the main purpose of it lately has been to hop onto the net - I’m left with nothing but words.

Often I question what to do without the internet. Turns out it would mean blog posts (sans the posting). Blogs are, after all, web logs. And it’s interesting that the writing kicks in, when the reading does not.

You read more instead of saying things when you’re on the internet. We’re all media consumptionists - reading, viewing, listening. Everything is fed to us. But it takes perhaps drastic measures to turn us from consumptionists to producers.

So I’m racking up several items under my belt. By the time anyone’s read this, I’d have gotten my connection back, or found ways to slide this onto the clouds (hello, office net). But so far, these past few days with B out of town and me doing my office-home routine, life’s been pretty uncomfortably quiet.

Quiet...

And Life hasn’t been quiet much now, has it? My increasingly intellectually stimulating verbal environment at work paired with my constant battle with patience and temper doesn’t give me much time to sit down and reflect on personal matters much. Even when I air out my personal matters, it’s always related to my alternate universe professional life.

So now, aside from the a coffee on my hand, and my Musicals playing in the background, I have nothing but words to entertain myself. I wonder what else I can say?

Food For Thought

Appetite, shmapetite!

The equation goes: food plus eating a lot equals fat. And unfortunately, I’ve never been stocky enough to save my life.

Generally, while people are constantly struggling to lose weight, there is a number of people who are constantly struggling to put on weight. I am one of them. Yes I’m thankful I can fit myself to a size zero, but it’s never a compliment to hear how thin I am, or how thin I am still.

I have just as much body issues just like anyone else. Just because one is on another side of the coin doesn’t mean they don’t have their own set of challenges to face. We are all either struggling to eat less, or forcing ourselves to eat more… and curse ourselves for missing the desired weight we are aiming for.

But I’m tired forcing food down to my esophagus. If I can only eat three teaspoons of beef, and a whole pint of ice cream, I say it was a great lunch.

Workaholics Anonymous

Billions of adults pour their heart and soul on their careers. They sacrifice their time with friends, family, children - just to get their names clean, and deliver quality for the name of the Business, of course.

Perhaps in our younger years, in our care-free and bills-free life, we couldn't have fathomed anything about sacrifice. Our fresh naive mind could have been our savior … or demise. Whichever way you might put it, whatever we used to have when we were idealistic and new may have disappeared, and now I haven’t decided yet if we’ve come focused or lost our sense of life to chase not being late paying credit cards or driving cars we can’t afford if we stopped working altogether.

As you focus from all the meaningless clutter from your younger years and get down to business, and sacrifice night after night, holiday after holiday, weekend after weekend - to the point that you get sick (figuratively … or literally) - it makes me wonder if all that sacrifice is even worth it.

You can’t hate what pays for your life. If you happen to have a sense of value, you’d nod your head yourself while reading this bit. Working is a sense of purpose in life, in the world. What you do is your identity. We cling to it so much that we carry it from one company to another.

Is it bad that you spend so much time at work instead of pouring your days spending time with your seven year old learning adjectives, going to field trips, or prepping for their birthday parties? Is it bad that you’d have to miss your old friends one weekend because something urgent came up at work and you’d have to give up your night for Musical Theater, rack up your phone bill, and help for the sake of the Business?

When does the line thin between over-working and focusing on your career? Does it come hand-in-hand, like door knobs and keys? Or can you focus on your career without sacrifice?

I couldn’t help but wonder: can you be successful at work and maintain life outside the office?

I Object! (My Weekend Was Ruined)

Very seldomly do we get the chance to invite our friends and prepare for a night in the theater. Musicals don't come very often here, and when you've set a schedule and is looking forward for it: whenever you pay for some consequence caused by someone else: it's more or less...

the biggest bullshit in the world.

Forgive my candor. But you ruined Musical Theater Night.

Sometimes people forget that other people have lives to live, too. Of course we can't always bow down and beckon whenever you call, or need help. But the resolution should never be laid in the palms of someone else, especially if it's because of your shitty way of getting things done. Your primary function can't be passed on to someone else who has a completely different primary function from yours.

You've ruined my weekend. And I'm pretty sure you'll ruin more weekends of more people in the future. You're a social cancer. A cancer in the office. Spreading disease and killing everything you touch.

I H.A.T.E.U.

Chasing Time

We are all bound by time.

But the rebellious non-conformist in me always gets in the way. I don't deny it. My innate response to time is always 30 minutes after. Maybe you could consider that I have no sense of time at all, and that it's one of the flaws that make me both interesting and way difficult to deal with.

If life was a race for time, I'd be the last one in the track field. And it couldn't be any true.

"Late" is a common place word in my world. And beating being late is so much of a hassle. It's not like I lay around my life purposely being late for everything. I have been doing everything I can to not be late, but somehow I manage to make everyone else so.

Running around town trying to make it at n o'clock is taking a toll on me. And sometimes it makes me want to just curl up in bed and not go at all - to work, to dinner, to do anything at all. But of course that's never the right thing to do.

I guess I'm just so pressed for time lately, that meeting deadlines, getting to places in time, has become more of a chore. But then again, what isn't?

Time to put it all to rest.