In lieu of an actual post, I provide you with the following musical interlude about the workplace situation at the moment for your poor correspondent:
Ode to my job:
I'm caught in a trap
I can't walk out
Because I love NY too much baby
Why can't you see
What your doing to me
When you don't believe a word I say?
We can't go on together
With this pace of work
And we can't build our dreams
With this pace of work
So, if another opportunity maybe
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see benign neglect in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where I've been {procratinating on a break, jeez louise}
You can't see these stresses are real
I'm crying {in the fetal position under this stack of spreadsheets}
We can't go on together
With this pace of work
And we can't build our dreams
On this pace of work
Oh let me survive
Or stop with these inhumane demands
Let's don't let an okay-sorta situation die
When honey, you know
I've never missed a deadline for you
Mmm yeah, yeah
Monday, May 19, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
when madness is nigh
signs you might be heading for a swift leap off the deep end:
(1) you've begun talking to your emails. case in point: in response to a "special invitation" from citi bank to consolidate my debt, i spoke out loud: "thanks but no thanks." why do i give the secretaries outside my office another reason to exchange knowing glances when i dare to leave the safe space of room 2937? indeed.
(2) my glasses purchasing assistance might spin off into a side business. first, i helped D.G. buy a stellar (even if i do say so myself) pair of eyeglasses from oliver peoples. then, i helped J.P. with the same, at the same place (at the very least, oliver peoples should be giving me a commission) and then, taking my mad skillz extra-jurisdiction, i helped J.F. look up pairs in victoria. wonder if he actually bought the one that A.C. and i signed on to. hmmm. J.F., what's the word? he puts J.P. and D.G. to shame in terms of eyeglasses purchasing indecision. he might as well start living at the opticians, since he passes by there about 6 times a day to try on the pairs they've set aside for him. i pray the place won't go out of business before he decides upon a pair.
that's the news. snot-nose is less snotty.
(1) you've begun talking to your emails. case in point: in response to a "special invitation" from citi bank to consolidate my debt, i spoke out loud: "thanks but no thanks." why do i give the secretaries outside my office another reason to exchange knowing glances when i dare to leave the safe space of room 2937? indeed.
(2) my glasses purchasing assistance might spin off into a side business. first, i helped D.G. buy a stellar (even if i do say so myself) pair of eyeglasses from oliver peoples. then, i helped J.P. with the same, at the same place (at the very least, oliver peoples should be giving me a commission) and then, taking my mad skillz extra-jurisdiction, i helped J.F. look up pairs in victoria. wonder if he actually bought the one that A.C. and i signed on to. hmmm. J.F., what's the word? he puts J.P. and D.G. to shame in terms of eyeglasses purchasing indecision. he might as well start living at the opticians, since he passes by there about 6 times a day to try on the pairs they've set aside for him. i pray the place won't go out of business before he decides upon a pair.
that's the news. snot-nose is less snotty.
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