Well, I did it. I registered for my exam today. It's on June 14th, at the unholy time of 8 in the morning. Too much to study and so little time.
Yesterday morning I couldn't find my high school diploma so I had to call the office and tell I wouldn't be coming. Not yesterday and not today. I know, I know, but let me say two things: one, I already paid today on Tuesday by staying the whole day, and I said I'd pay yesterday by staying on monday. And two, there is no work for me to do in the office. If we were busting with work, I would've gone, because I do consider myself a responsible person. I just didn't see the point in going to see how my computed defrags again while I had so much to do at home. Because really, there is no work for me to do. Honest.
So Velis comes on the phone, and she sermonizes me. Yes, they are very happy with the quality of my work, but it seems to her I'm not being a good player. That I'm not taking the ball. That I don't have my priorities straight. That kind of pissed me off. I was very close to telling her that I do have my priorities very fucking straight, perhaps for the first time in my life. That maybe if she thinks my number one priority should be my job when it consists of killing time four hours a day, she should revaluate what she really expects of her employees. That she didn't have nothing to blame on me because a) I was going to pay for that time, and b) THERE IS NO WORK FOR ME AT THIS TIME, and that she is a limping scrawny frigid bitch who dyes (badly) her hair blond and wears fake boobs.
Whatever. The worst part is that I can't even get angry, because I don't really care. The sane thing would be to quit, but I just can't. So I'll have to eat my humble pie tomorrow morning and muster an apology, I guess.
On the other hand, my mommy in law is here. She's great, but she leaves on Sunday. That's too bad.
Oh, and the freakiest thing happened the other day: Belendor and Arwen and I went to Alcove's house on Tuesday night to edit one of Arwen's shortfilms, and while on a break we started hearing this really weird noises in the garden. We went outside and we couldn't really see much, but there was this noise and all the bushes (and I mean all of them) were rattling. I first thought it was a cat chasing a rat or maybe a bird, but when Alcove brought out a flashlight we saw there were not one, not two, not three, but six oppossums making an orgy in the garden. It looked kind of fun. Five males on a female, and mating all at the same time. That was weird, dude. I mean, I hadn't even ever seen one live oppossum, let alone six, and I had no idea that there were any in this city. Strange. Belendor said it was a weird omen.
I hope it's a sign that we're going to hit the jackpot and not that we're going to starve to death. But I somehow doubt it.
Yesterday morning I couldn't find my high school diploma so I had to call the office and tell I wouldn't be coming. Not yesterday and not today. I know, I know, but let me say two things: one, I already paid today on Tuesday by staying the whole day, and I said I'd pay yesterday by staying on monday. And two, there is no work for me to do in the office. If we were busting with work, I would've gone, because I do consider myself a responsible person. I just didn't see the point in going to see how my computed defrags again while I had so much to do at home. Because really, there is no work for me to do. Honest.
So Velis comes on the phone, and she sermonizes me. Yes, they are very happy with the quality of my work, but it seems to her I'm not being a good player. That I'm not taking the ball. That I don't have my priorities straight. That kind of pissed me off. I was very close to telling her that I do have my priorities very fucking straight, perhaps for the first time in my life. That maybe if she thinks my number one priority should be my job when it consists of killing time four hours a day, she should revaluate what she really expects of her employees. That she didn't have nothing to blame on me because a) I was going to pay for that time, and b) THERE IS NO WORK FOR ME AT THIS TIME, and that she is a limping scrawny frigid bitch who dyes (badly) her hair blond and wears fake boobs.
Whatever. The worst part is that I can't even get angry, because I don't really care. The sane thing would be to quit, but I just can't. So I'll have to eat my humble pie tomorrow morning and muster an apology, I guess.
On the other hand, my mommy in law is here. She's great, but she leaves on Sunday. That's too bad.
Oh, and the freakiest thing happened the other day: Belendor and Arwen and I went to Alcove's house on Tuesday night to edit one of Arwen's shortfilms, and while on a break we started hearing this really weird noises in the garden. We went outside and we couldn't really see much, but there was this noise and all the bushes (and I mean all of them) were rattling. I first thought it was a cat chasing a rat or maybe a bird, but when Alcove brought out a flashlight we saw there were not one, not two, not three, but six oppossums making an orgy in the garden. It looked kind of fun. Five males on a female, and mating all at the same time. That was weird, dude. I mean, I hadn't even ever seen one live oppossum, let alone six, and I had no idea that there were any in this city. Strange. Belendor said it was a weird omen.
I hope it's a sign that we're going to hit the jackpot and not that we're going to starve to death. But I somehow doubt it.
posted by gaby san at
5/29/2003 05:40:00 PM
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