I have seen several posts lately of the ZOMG vaginas are so fucking gross and scary! variety, and it’s a little irritating. You don’t have to own a vagina, worship the vagina, or even want to fuck the vagina. And maybe you really only like to hang with the vagina at certain times. I get all that. But it’s a fucking body part, not some frighteningly scary mystery.
“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”— Bukowski (via 6od)
It went rather shitty. I left work feeling like someone punched me (twice) in the stomach. All the air left me, and my spirits and stomach sank low for hours afterward. I’ve spent all day procrastinating re-writing my Self-Evaluation. I hate, and have a hard enough time, writing these things up; but this time I have to do it again! My boss and I are meeting again one Monday. Hopefully this time she will accept mine, and hers will be a little less…um, HARSH! Fuuuuuuuu!
It bothers me when someone at work gives someone work to give to someone else to give to me.
See it doesn’t make sense to you either.
Example: Supervisor got a fax to close something; she puts a post-it note on the paper that reads “Can you please have ladyvee complete this” , and gives it to another co-worker. This co-worker gives the fax to me to complete. NOW WHY IN THE HELL!! do we need a middleman in this. Why could the fax not go straight from the supervisor’s hand to mind is beyond me, or better why could the supervisor not complete it herself….
These are the simple questions that boggle me daily.
This is why I loath and hold contemptuous thoughts about a high percentage of the people we work with…and why I drink LOL
“There isn’t that much going on. While the constant flow of information is entertaining and addictive, it is, by overwhelming consensus, primarily filled with bits that are of little to no value.”—Anil Dash: You Didn’t Miss Anything (via marco)