I've started assistant-editing the culture section of Blogcritics.org under a semi-sobriquet that looks more and more like a sobriquet for 'pussy' the more I look at it. It gives me something to do in the afternoons at work when I'm tired of emailing other bored office workers about how bored we are, and it teaches me things about editing, electronic publishing and how weird people think.
Also, my analyst told me ages ago, when I was voicing discontent with my company's mandate, that I should play little games to make it more fun for me until I was ready to quit. So for awhile, every day I'd put words into my articles no one in my industry could reasonably be expected to know, like 'pullulate' or 'pyroclastic,' and wait for my editor to bring it up with me. That stopped being fun when he never did. So now every week I'm looking at one of the nasty advertising things I have to write about for work and then writing something nasty about it on Blogcritics.
The truth is I want anything I can call preparation for a new job. I want a new job so bad, and I can't really leave this one yet, because I want to save some money and then look for work in an E.U. country Figaro's teaching license is recognized in and where I can get some good fucking baking, warmer fucking winters and prettiness, or save some money and start a doctoral programme in such a country if that's how the cookie crumbles. And because I want to have enough time in my present role to brag on a resume that I'm not a big fat quitter. Now you know the base discontent frying the ass of Mistress La Spliffe.
I've hated my company's mandate since I started working for it, but I liked the conditions and the substance of my work, which is researching and writing: two of my favourite non-putting-things-into-me activities. But hating the mandate has slowly extended to hating going to the office in the morning, and hating staying there.
Ah, it's a naughty world.
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um, blogger's being weird. fuckin beta version. anyway: ha!
i was gonna say "God bless the internet" cuz it makes us not go crazy... but then it didn't work.
irony!
Alright, if it sounds okay to you, it runs.
I hear you, girl. I was saying just the thing the other day over coffee with Mhole. How long is long enough to prove that you aren't a quitter? Two years should do it, don't you think? And you stayed there long enough to be promoted. That shows something or other.
I think we need to get fired. That would solve the problem and force us to think about what direction we want to take. I think I'm going to stick it out though until my man graduates.
I won't have been in my current role for a year until a few more months are up.
But I'm going to stick it out until about a week before your wedding. That way I'll have two things to celebrate. The dress looks fucking nice, by the way. Can I go into an outlet or something and try them on so I know which size to get?
I'll look like a beast in the green unless I hit a tanning bed. But you know what, baby, I'll do it for you. Never thought I would, but that's how strong my love is.
You're the best but by the end of May you may not need to. Of course you can get it anywhere you want and that includes trying it on. I think there are a few discount stores in Toronto where you can get it pretty cheap. I am so relieved that you like it. I didn't want to choose a "bridesmaid's dress," I wanted something nice that people would like. It looks great on Mel.
Mel has a pretty good body - yes you do, Mel, shut up - so everything looks good on her. But I think the Little Bitch will look good in it too. I'll find one of the stores and make sure I do too, but it is a very pretty dress and I'm sure it will.
You have a pretty good body as well, Mistress. I think I have the most beautiful bridesmaids around.
*Blush* I'd be bashful now but you'll steal every pair of eyes in the marrying-room!
Well, the important ones I'm sure.
Maybe you can get the last week or two of your job to be paid holidays and you can go somewhere warm and sunny. Then you won't need a tanning bed.
wendell, gary larson?
Jiri, that's a fucking good idea. And Heroneya, yes, Gary Larson. Oooo, Gary Larson! I don't get it. I don't get it. I . . . don't get it.
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