The Sunday Night Shitshow

  I took this picture in San Diego  San Diego San Diego…. Life back home in DC is giving me the blues.  Tomorrow, start time is 8am so that means I have to wake up around 6. Wtf.  So the weekly Sunday Night Bluesapalooza is in rare form.  It’s like Counting Crowes hit the stage…

5 Ways to Make it Thru the Day

I work at a huge organization, primarily made up of socially self-conscious people.  Conversations are awkward and uncomfortable.   The communal anxiety is contagious and sometimes even people who start this job ‘normal’ give in to the beast. Being socially cool at a place like this is not rocket science, but rather less work than one…

Trick? or Treat?

My activity using the internet may be at an all-time low but I’ll never stop writing. don’t worry  (smirk) – I’m still here doing all those things grown-ups try to keep up on, keep up with, or just keep Taking the morning’s alarm clock seriously, for example. Reading/watching/listening to the news Everyone is required to…

Desk Job

Waiting all the long day 9 hours in a seat ergonomically incorrect any chair you buy it’s gonna get uncomfortable following orders watching the inbox waiting on the clock gambling with your time in a box to divide to provide supervision. don’t look out the window same street  view, same un-new Same steel clock Different…

Indroducing: Sexy Sundays

Hosted by:  79sparrows “Sunday, Bloody Sunday” in the words of Bono.    The problem with Sunday, is although it is  technically is part of the ‘weekend,’ it also prefaces Monday.   It is that part of the day that my mind wanders to ‘what will I be walking into tomorrow?’   It’s not like I work for Donald…

WORK

It’s been a fcked up week so far.  My boss pissed me off, my love life pisses me off.  Totally unrelated, but having something decent in either category would be great. I’m almost 31, time ticks ever so slightly louder TICK TICK TICK Like one of those annoying cat clocks at 2am. I’m ANGRY             …

The Sunday Blues

Tomorrow the work week begins.    It will be Monday, bloody Monday.   I will drive my Jeep onto I-95, the beltway, where one is not safe unless fueled by caffeine or an upper of some sort, to navigate a sleepy mind thru the mad vehicular rush of the morning.  Once at my office building, the guards…

So what do you want to do with your life?

*echo*your life, your life, your life??? *echo* Ah, the National Certification Exam.  For a potentially certified  massage therapist, it is the test of all tests.  No matter how good one is with their hands, it all comes down to the comprehension and memorization of detailed anatomy and physiology.   Suprise, surprise:  we don’t sit around and…

Slaves to a Big Machine

We had another pointless training seminar. As per usual, the information could have been summed up in 10 minutes tops, but was pounded out like a cheap peice of meat for an hour. The robots were well programmed. They spend countless hours filling their head with garbage. Their ‘career’ consists of bureaucratic protocol, a made-up…

Another Day

Another day another miracle drug another day to turn it all around another dollar spent filling up my gas tank just to get to here from there spending money to make money at a job where the minutes tick by ever so slowly it’s hard to feel good being alive working at the 9-5 but…

Twitter this ?

This week, I finally had it with Chuck the Stalker. After a particularly creepy visit featuring silent lingering in my cubicle, I informed my supervisor of the situation and after everything was said and done, she said “I’m sorry this happened, but it’s the price you pay for being cool.” It was the highlight of…

The one who wouldnt go away

I’m not going to sit here and tell a bunch of lies about life. I’m laying sans clothes in my unmade bed, with Criss Angel: Mind Freak in the background, serving as a low-volume distraction. Much like elevator music, with the occasional over-inflated magician host. Behold, Criss Angel. (looks like Hot Topic exploded all over…