uhm lemme ax my soupervaysoh...(heard all day long in the office)
If I am ever in a position to hire people again I am going to demand that they never, ever, ever say ax, unless it involves the tool for some (scary) reason. So life in my midtown office goes on at a very strange pace. I basically sit in the overheated pit and process crap and monitor the minions all day long and think about not smoking. Working sure can be boring, I forgot all about that since I really liked my previous jobs but this is horrid. I am getting increasingly desperate to get another one. This was more like a necessity, a stepping stone to tidy me over, but now I am afraid I may get stuck. My boss wants me to stay and as much as I adore him, I think not. But on the other hand I would get health insurance and my retirement fund back on track. AAARRGGHH.
Strange things are happening in my new life. Twice in 2 weeks I have seen women lying prone on the subway platform. I think the first one fell from the stairs and while some people appeared to be trying to help her I spotted a guy going through her purse (!) and this morning another woman was just lying on the floor, looking kind of bored while a cop stood guard. Very odd. It is cold so I have been taking a crosstown bus and then the C train which appears to be not running anymore since some bum decided to warm it up a little and ended up burning some switch thingie down and it may take months to repair! I sure hope it warms up a little so that I can start walking again. I enjoy my walk, especially going home walking up Madison Avenue watching all the fancy people dash to make last minute emergency purchases at designer stores. A world apart from my dreary life. Not drinking was hard at poker, especially since it was my bday which is always a great occasion for oblivion. But I got through it and won $40 and the boyz brought me cake and candles (and a bottle of vodka!) and sang for me. I was practically moved to tears. Now I am fat, old, ugly and broke, wonder what is next on the list....
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"Count your blessings... "(a man handing out free newspapers at my subway stop every morning).
New year and indeed a time to count one's blessings. And I am lucky to have many to count, my family, friends and a job. Well the job is temporary but a job just the same. I am now a week into my 40 day annual Lent, and it is not going as well as usual. The not drinking is not a problem, but I relapsed grossly on the smoking today, darn! I have been pretty good during the week, not smoking during the day, but a bit more than I want to at night.
Working is so weird, I have all these minions to monitor and they are super lazy and seem to get away with things I would never have imagined doing. They are on the phone all day long and do the barest minimum amount of work, yet take rigorous breaks as if they were exhausted. I finally told one of them to get off the phone (after she had made 11 personal calls in a row) , and she is now furious with me, which is actually making her more productive, so the silent treatment she is giving me seems to be working (!).
I hate being the boss, it is ridiculous to have to babysit adults like this. I really need to get a real job soon.
I am reading a couple of good books at the moment and the one that has me in a thrall is: Enduring Love, I started reading it in November and then put it down to read some other stuff, but now it has a hold on me, but I want it to last so I only read a few pages before going to sleep every night. I have strange dreams that linger in my memory almost like real events. I wonder if it is indeed a holographic universe, where gazillion different levels of existence are all layered and intertwined, where yesterday is tomorrow and next year was a hundred years ago, where dreams are just traces of other realities, clinging to my mind like lint in a dryer.
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