Saturday, May 09, 2009
about work, of course.
I had a string of nightmares about work last night. Not that I really remember what they are about, but big generic topics leap out at me from somewhere, like Failure, Failure and Failure.
The last one was slightly different. It involved me trailing after a certain big shot who was decked from head to toe in two mink coats, a shiny cane, shades, very pimp, doncha know. And I was so angry, that it was somehow part of my job to wait hand and foot on that person, and I followed after, worse than a dog, for I even had to ask permission to eat, and I was told, No, the Computer Says No.
Then I got to a payphone (I wasn't allowed to have any personal belongings, not even my iphone) and hordes of us minions were queueing up to use the payphone. So. I queued for two hours, and finally got to the red phone. I really really wanted to call the boy in my dream. Then, this girl went up to me, armed with her dragon of a mother, and commanded most imperiously that I let her cut queue.
I pause in my narration at this point to give all of you a bit of background - I have spent the past four days dealing with parents of all kinds. Yup.
So. I stared at them, and I lost it right there and then in my dream. I tore off the phone from its sockets, ripped it off in a swift gesture, and threw it at their feet. It split apart most easily with the handle flying off in a tangent somewhere. And I began hurling strings of heated words, I believe, at them and I started to cry, because I really wanted to go home and not remain beholden to anyone and then I woke up in bed.
Now, I am all the more depressed because I am awake in this time and space.
What I would give to jump through the hoops of time and wake up when it's the 26th.
she procrastinated @ 11:39 |
Monday, May 04, 2009
aleatory beckons.
Heine aside, I've never quite enjoyed the month of may. There are always too many things to do, too little sleep, too many regrets, and then.Life is quite placid on the social front. Since I've started work at the college, pulling 14 hour days has become the norm, not to mention having to go home and continue working..! Is everywhere the same, I wonder. Probably so, except they are paid twice my monthly salary.
I no longer get to see my friends, and if I do have the time (I.e. I'm at home at 730) it's because I'm sick. Which has been happening every fortnightly. Punishing regime, perhaps, but I also know there's something more.
I take comfort in the nights, and the weekends that I'm with my family. That they get me by.
As Y puts it, we live day by day. Unable to see an end, and afraid that there really is no end. she procrastinated @ 00:50 |
blueprint
I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.
fresh monodies
Old wounds hurt most, I learned this today, becaus...
She speaks, repeating the old litanies, of worn ac...
time skips
and it all comes together!
beethoven's symphony no.7 2nd mvt
again,
towards that something
In the alley of shadows and death
Masking Tape
another end of the world
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"One is wicked, because one see things clearly." - Beaumarchais's Le nozze di Figaro.And there were
