Well, apparently I'm around for a little longer. Who knew?

Pirate Thursday was a lot of fun. So was driving around aimlessly afterwards.

So just when I thought work was slipping into being steadily tolerable, things go ape-shit. I fucked up, and I'm going to be forced to deal with that in that I'll have to swallow my pride and take it from the co-workers and clients alike. The clients will be worse, I'm sure. I think I've weathered the initial firestorm already though. Nothing like having an excessively angry addict screaming at you.

The part that really eats at me is that until I get this situation resolved, I'm forced to think of the very real possibility of total financial ruin. I've been hanging on by a thread for some time now, and this threatens to swiftly sever that thread and drop me into the waiting hell below.

Forgive my being vague about the whole thing, but between the uncertainty of the whole thing and the confidentiality laws, I have to be.

Beyond my own personal fuckup that I'm going to deal with in one way or another, a certain problem co-worker wasn't making things any easier.

And worse, there's a new person there for their first shift. And they're learning everything wrong from this problem co-worker. And worse yet, they're completely smitten with this problem co-worker and it makes me sick. No shit, I felt physically ill.

Oy gevalt, what a mess. Here's God getting back at me for not doing my duty on Yom Kippur and then asking for something from him/her just a couple days later. Now I'm atoning away. Karma can be a real motherfucker sometimes.

Anyway enough of my bitching and moaning, things could be far worse. I could be like this cat I heard about who's over in Iraq and got shot in the arm. He's doing better now I guess, no danger of losing his life, but he may lose his arm. Despite the possible loss of an immensely useful limb, his...

Well, apparently I'm around for a little longer. Who knew?

Pirate Thursday was a lot of fun. So was driving around aimlessly afterwards.

So just when I thought work was slipping into being steadily tolerable, things go ape-shit. I fucked up, and I'm going to be forced to deal with that in that I'll have to swallow my pride and take it from the co-workers and clients alike. The clients will be worse, I'm sure. I think I've weathered the initial firestorm already though. Nothing like having an excessively angry addict screaming at you.

The part that really eats at me is that until I get this situation resolved, I'm forced to think of the very real possibility of total financial ruin. I've been hanging on by a thread for some time now, and this threatens to swiftly sever that thread and drop me into the waiting hell below.

Forgive my being vague about the whole thing, but between the uncertainty of the whole thing and the confidentiality laws, I have to be.

Beyond my own personal fuckup that I'm going to deal with in one way or another, a certain problem co-worker wasn't making things any easier.

And worse, there's a new person there for their first shift. And they're learning everything wrong from this problem co-worker. And worse yet, they're completely smitten with this problem co-worker and it makes me sick. No shit, I felt physically ill.

Oy gevalt, what a mess. Here's God getting back at me for not doing my duty on Yom Kippur and then asking for something from him/her just a couple days later. Now I'm atoning away. Karma can be a real motherfucker sometimes.

Anyway enough of my bitching and moaning, things could be far worse. I could be like this cat I heard about who's over in Iraq and got shot in the arm. He's doing better now I guess, no danger of losing his life, but he may lose his arm. Despite the possible loss of an immensely useful limb, his nearest and dearest still don't know when he'll return stateside. All my shit seems pretty minor in comparison to that kind of awfulness.

How's everybody else?

I leave you with a little classic romantic poetry (dead white guys, I know). and perhaps my new fantasy...

From 'Endymion: A Poetic Romance'

She led him, like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams,
Along a path between two little streams,-
Guarding his forehead, with her round elbow,
From low-grown branches, and his footsteps slow
From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small;
Until they came to where these streamlets fall,
With mingled bubblings and a gentle rush,
Into a river, clear, brimful, and flush
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky.

--John Keats

Again as it ever was, I leave you-

L&S,

--P/N