baloney: yes
how: fried
in: butter
on: toast
with: mustard
that's all i've eaten for about 5 days in a row when/if i eat at home. that and a little chef boyardee. my last 2 "grocery" shoppings have been at 7-11 because i am lazy and end up treating food as a survival tactic instead of going after exotic meals and cooking, which i like but never seem to bother with. don't get me wrong, i like like all of those crappy foods too. i was annoyed the other day (at 7-11) when party pizzas were not available, but fancy $6 ones were. i had to settle for the french bread kind, which are good, but i'm burned out on those right now. excuse me sir, i'm here for trash. let's get the party shelf stocked correctly.
tomorrow i get to disable weird network accounts, go around to people's cubes and unplug all their stuff, and try not to say something stupid while the ex-users of the weird accounts and unplugged equipment get fired. neat. really looking forward to it. i wish i was getting fired, and i'm supposedly not. maybe something magical will work out. i'd be ok with it, but tomorrow i'm going to see faces not yet disclosed to me that are not ok with it and lots of em. in case that doesn't sound like it, tomorrow is lame because i feel bad for a bunch of people i don't really know and a few i do, and i sense a severe lack of justice coming on, that is, to the extent that i can regarding a silly company trying to do whatever it is they think their goal is.
i don't care about work or business, but i'm not unaware enough not to recognize people who can't do anything related to what they're involved in, deciding which people who can sit at a keyboard for 5 minutes and make it all happen shouldn't work there anymore. it's laughable and sad and totally stupid all at the same time. this is round 3 and the champs always get axed. of course it's my own fault for being there, but i kind of fell into it, and there's no dress code, or piss tests, or stiff bosses, it's easy, and occasionally i'll do something work related that i actually find interesting. the hours can blow me. i really don't need to be there anymore - maybe i'll do a walk out. i won't.
i don't know why i sometimes bother myself with things that i don't have to. i'm actually very good at not doing that unless there is repeated over exposure and my head falls off. it's just a big time wasting cosmic joke anyway, and i'm baffled as to why i have to occasionally remind myself of this rather than just know it as i feel it to be true and work for me like it does. i should have absolutely no opinion whatsoever about what goes on inside of any office building, barring of course SGHQ, because they allow me to type lots of bullshit into a screen whenever i feel like it or get tired of studying breasts. both of which i enjoy almost as much as getting into all of your interesting heads.
because i refuse to quit typing:
i signed up for a magazine online one day forever ago because it was free, and the first 2 showed up today. i'm also apparently all about wasting paper and having a new sandwich holder every month (it's a stupid magazine.) delivered, thank you.
end lunacy. i'm kind of bored right now and i haven't had nearly enough to drink. i'm not as lamed out as it may sound right now. i do this all the time, although usually just to myself. like that's real rare or something, sheesh.
enough.
how: fried
in: butter
on: toast
with: mustard
that's all i've eaten for about 5 days in a row when/if i eat at home. that and a little chef boyardee. my last 2 "grocery" shoppings have been at 7-11 because i am lazy and end up treating food as a survival tactic instead of going after exotic meals and cooking, which i like but never seem to bother with. don't get me wrong, i like like all of those crappy foods too. i was annoyed the other day (at 7-11) when party pizzas were not available, but fancy $6 ones were. i had to settle for the french bread kind, which are good, but i'm burned out on those right now. excuse me sir, i'm here for trash. let's get the party shelf stocked correctly.
tomorrow i get to disable weird network accounts, go around to people's cubes and unplug all their stuff, and try not to say something stupid while the ex-users of the weird accounts and unplugged equipment get fired. neat. really looking forward to it. i wish i was getting fired, and i'm supposedly not. maybe something magical will work out. i'd be ok with it, but tomorrow i'm going to see faces not yet disclosed to me that are not ok with it and lots of em. in case that doesn't sound like it, tomorrow is lame because i feel bad for a bunch of people i don't really know and a few i do, and i sense a severe lack of justice coming on, that is, to the extent that i can regarding a silly company trying to do whatever it is they think their goal is.
i don't care about work or business, but i'm not unaware enough not to recognize people who can't do anything related to what they're involved in, deciding which people who can sit at a keyboard for 5 minutes and make it all happen shouldn't work there anymore. it's laughable and sad and totally stupid all at the same time. this is round 3 and the champs always get axed. of course it's my own fault for being there, but i kind of fell into it, and there's no dress code, or piss tests, or stiff bosses, it's easy, and occasionally i'll do something work related that i actually find interesting. the hours can blow me. i really don't need to be there anymore - maybe i'll do a walk out. i won't.
i don't know why i sometimes bother myself with things that i don't have to. i'm actually very good at not doing that unless there is repeated over exposure and my head falls off. it's just a big time wasting cosmic joke anyway, and i'm baffled as to why i have to occasionally remind myself of this rather than just know it as i feel it to be true and work for me like it does. i should have absolutely no opinion whatsoever about what goes on inside of any office building, barring of course SGHQ, because they allow me to type lots of bullshit into a screen whenever i feel like it or get tired of studying breasts. both of which i enjoy almost as much as getting into all of your interesting heads.
because i refuse to quit typing:
i signed up for a magazine online one day forever ago because it was free, and the first 2 showed up today. i'm also apparently all about wasting paper and having a new sandwich holder every month (it's a stupid magazine.) delivered, thank you.
end lunacy. i'm kind of bored right now and i haven't had nearly enough to drink. i'm not as lamed out as it may sound right now. i do this all the time, although usually just to myself. like that's real rare or something, sheesh.
enough.
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I got to where I seriously could not even tolerate those people or their fucking silly work ... it just all became so transparent to me where I couldn't live the lie anymore. Fuck corporate america and all the goofy fuckers that populate it.
Oh yea, I make decent money but still eat SMACK! Ramen all the time ...