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pseydtonneI tend to post responses to other folks' stuff but only post my own ideas sporadically. I'm a naughty li'l critic.
I suppose the time has come. Aye! What shall I say to y'alls? Hmmm.... Intrigue abounds...
I... err... ummm... esoterica time!
I found the Bon Scott version of "Back in Black". Let's just say that I never gave a rinse & spit about this song until I heard this version. Bon Scott really was ACDC. Schmuck had to die ten seconds before the band got decent money. This version, even though it's older, sounds more fresh and has more balls. I suppose Bon Scott did have the biggest balls of them all.
I'm starting to have a nostalgia, but only for RAM-efficient programs. I want all of the programs on my computer to stop hogging the RAM so that I can run a billion of them at once. I was annoyed to learn that my MP3 player used a whopping 50 meg. Jeeze, I'm such a skinflint.
My boss, a known child, is back from vacation. I work slinging electrons. This is not an efficient company -- they could automate us out of existence but instead they make us work items one at a time. Anyway, my boss was busy handing out insults instead of answering questions. We'd all come to enjoy his being away and getting work done. Now he's back and we're all livid. This guy has no idea what it means to be alive, blah blah. I used to feel sorry for him. However, hearing this guy whine that he couldn't afford to move out of his parents' house when I make at least $4 an hour less than he does. What, does he have a cocaine habit? Where in the heck does that paycheck of his go? Mine is rent, car payment, food, and high-speed cable. Maybe there is an Asshole Tax I just don't know about. Maybe he drinks...
I turn 27 next week. I had a couple revelations this week, each of which has left me thinking about moving into better phases of my life. Now, if only the Career Track Fairy would show up.
I learned that some people really are that stupid. Nuff said.
One of the revelations I had was this evening. I was listening to Ani DiFranco when she mentioned Buffalo. I suddenly remembered the last Buffalo-Ani connection in my life -- an ex-girlfriend. This isn't someone I think about much because I have a much better, much stronger, and much more satisfying relationship with my present girlfriend than I had with said ex. Anyway, it'll be easiest if I assign a name to the person so I can explain what gorgeous conclusion my brain gave me. Let's call the ex Lou.
Lou and I met when I had graduated college. She and I turned out to have the same birthday.
I was thinking about my birthday when a coworker put on Ani.
Lou liked Ani. Lou also turned me onto Dar Williams. I've seen both Ani and Dar live, but I doubt Lou has. That thought actually came later.
Lou admired me when I was a visitor. I would show up and give her excuses to do things outside her responsibilities. I didn't see it that way at the time -- I merely said "I'm going to buy a tape deck. Wanna come?" I didn't know her then-boyfriend, a good friend of mine, was trying to keep her from blowing off classes.
We hooked up, years later. Then we didn't. Then we did again. Over time, she saw me as less the magical dude that showed up on occasion and said cool shit and more as a human. You know -- neurotic, conflicted, hung up on Canada. Pesky mortals, eh?
When I ceased to be only good things, I wasn't interesting. When I came down with a fever, it was like finding out Cortes wasn't a god because his men could bleed.
In contrast, my present girlfriend has seen all of my moods. Like when I'm a total brat because I'm very hungry. Like when I'm in full geek mode. Like when I scream at the other drivers. None of these phase her. She cares about the person deep down, even if the person on the surface can't deal with watching "A Baby Story". (TLC could change their motto to "Life. Without Erections.")
Lou dumped me for being myself, within two months of starting the relationship. Maggie (my present girlfriend) and I have been together for eighteen months and we're still keen on each other.
All of that happened in about ten seconds. I smiled. I realized I'm cleared from thinking about that time. I can bury those worries about how I might fuck up similarly again. Oh, there are other ways I could fuck up, but I fuck up enough without developing plans.
When dating turns into a relationship (and yes, there's a clean delineation), you keep making this decision whether it's worth sticking with this other person. You get tested, you make decisions, you compromise. If you're like me, you wind up with a large phone bill. If you can't deal with this, you shouldn't get involved. It seems like the most successful relationships are a lot like the Vietnam war -- some guy goes into it thinking he's got all the angles, but eventually he gets snagged for over-guessing and Tet happens. The war continues, but it's pretty obvious he's turning those beer posters over to his buddies and there are maxi pads in the bathroom.
Okay, that wasn't very good advertising for relationships. You see happy couples and you get jealous. Oh trust me, we are doing it to rub it in. We get home, swap notes, maybe fuck, but...
...single people sleep a lot more. Single people have no one to fight with about which pillow goes where. Single people also never hear "why aren't you home yet?"
I've been single people. All I could think about was finding someone. Gah. I'm not even engaged, but I know my place. It's in her arms.
Funny thing: Lou got married. No one's heard from her since. Lou Reed made Metal Machine Music and no one heard from him for a decade.
Wow, I wound up having a point to this post, and not merely "look, I figured out how to use bullet listing".
Lou is dead; long live Maggie.
-wave a magic wand, ps/d
I suppose the time has come. Aye! What shall I say to y'alls? Hmmm.... Intrigue abounds...
I... err... ummm... esoterica time!
One of the revelations I had was this evening. I was listening to Ani DiFranco when she mentioned Buffalo. I suddenly remembered the last Buffalo-Ani connection in my life -- an ex-girlfriend. This isn't someone I think about much because I have a much better, much stronger, and much more satisfying relationship with my present girlfriend than I had with said ex. Anyway, it'll be easiest if I assign a name to the person so I can explain what gorgeous conclusion my brain gave me. Let's call the ex Lou.
All of that happened in about ten seconds. I smiled. I realized I'm cleared from thinking about that time. I can bury those worries about how I might fuck up similarly again. Oh, there are other ways I could fuck up, but I fuck up enough without developing plans.
When dating turns into a relationship (and yes, there's a clean delineation), you keep making this decision whether it's worth sticking with this other person. You get tested, you make decisions, you compromise. If you're like me, you wind up with a large phone bill. If you can't deal with this, you shouldn't get involved. It seems like the most successful relationships are a lot like the Vietnam war -- some guy goes into it thinking he's got all the angles, but eventually he gets snagged for over-guessing and Tet happens. The war continues, but it's pretty obvious he's turning those beer posters over to his buddies and there are maxi pads in the bathroom.
Okay, that wasn't very good advertising for relationships. You see happy couples and you get jealous. Oh trust me, we are doing it to rub it in. We get home, swap notes, maybe fuck, but...
...single people sleep a lot more. Single people have no one to fight with about which pillow goes where. Single people also never hear "why aren't you home yet?"
I've been single people. All I could think about was finding someone. Gah. I'm not even engaged, but I know my place. It's in her arms.
Funny thing: Lou got married. No one's heard from her since. Lou Reed made Metal Machine Music and no one heard from him for a decade.
Wow, I wound up having a point to this post, and not merely "look, I figured out how to use bullet listing".
Lou is dead; long live Maggie.
-wave a magic wand, ps/d
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Nice...
Talking about the Man-Child of this boss of yours. What's the deal with this kid? I'll tell you what's going on... he's right out of college and is a real workaholic so at the tender age of 24 they gave him a manager/supervisor job cause nobody else cares or is a bigger smart ass.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a workaholic myself... but I'm doing something I enjoy and I'll plenty of sleep when I'm dead. I got things to accomplish besides being a cog in someone else's machine.
Speaking of having no idea of what it is to be alive, I got to ask what he did on his vacation. Don't tell me he did something lame like watch over his sisters or brothers kids cause he feels bad for HIS parents cause they've been doing it for so long and they "need a break". Or, even worse he did nothing but watch TV.
The best kind of boss is the one who leaves good people alone to flourish and do their thing while trimming the fat. This guy sounds like the worst... micromanage everything from how you keep your work area to how long you take going to the can. Even worse, the guy is handing out put-downs and insults... pretty clear he's become an arrogant fuck with his early success. I'm of the mind that unless you wore a uniform for your country you're not a real adult till you've moved out of your parent's house and pay your own bills.
If he can only insult and not answer questions then it's clear he doesn't know the answers or that he gets his jollies reminding you who's "in-charge". Nothing makes me want to lynch someone who "Lords" over me. That's a good way to lose the people who make you look good.
What's the deal with you folks, anyway? Why aren't you guys gone left? Just watch... one will leave with in the week and the others will follow. Tell us more about the people you work with.
Re: Nice...
By the way, folks. The anonymous post above is from a coworker of mine. A fine scoundrel, that man.
-back into the mud, ps/d
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Date: 2002-03-12 07:48 pm (UTC)Yeh, I've been obsessing about it for a while. But I need to be single. I may have arrived at the ultimate solution: having a boytoy.
YMMV. *grin*
<smile>
Date: 2002-03-15 07:16 pm (UTC)...happiness...
~Maggie~