Today was going to be the day for writing everyone back, but, not yet. I need to go to work soon and still haven't showered. Maybe tonight.
I still feel like crap. My glands have swollen a bit. I'm hoping they don't get any worse, because I never really tested the theory that my doctor will still see me without insurance. Plus, my wallet doen't really want to pay for that right now. I think thats what I miss the most about corporate life. I never got paranoid about my health.
I'm going into work today because 1. I'm a chump 2. The owner won't be in most of the morning. She left a list for the other busy bees to do. I could have told them what to do, since I know what she has in mind, but she didn't want me to sound like I was bossing them around and telling them what to do. Even though, I could be. I don't know...the whole thing is stupid. I have my own things to do so i'm hoping they don't bother me too much.
If I feel horrible enough I might go home early today and skip tommorrow all together. Because I can't really afford to get an infection. Plus, the idea of a 9 hour Friday (from 10am to 7pm without a formal break) just sounds depressing to me right now, my poor cold ridden self wouldn't be able to make it.
Eek...so much complaining. My apologies.
I have an idea creeping around my head for my next tattoo. I'm not sure where I would put it, probably on my upper shoulders. Nikki McClure is my favorite artist, and I would like some of her images done on me. Especially some of the more simple lines. Flowers on one shoulder, leaves on the other.
I bought the new Cat Power album but I'm afraid to listen to it. I hear its more accesible. With...gasp...trumpets. I don't know if I like my crack pot singer with horns and a rhythm section. Its just unnatural.
But, I guess all good indie bands are eventually corrupted. Look at Modest Mouse, they're more popular now then ever and their last album SUCKED! Sleater-Kinney, same thing. The last album was TERRIBLE! Completely unlistenable. How it got on people's top 10 lists is beyond me.
And I won't even go into my rant on the state of indie rock today. That's a whole different complaint-fest right there. All I will say about this topic now is UGH. What happened to talent?
Sigh.
I still feel like crap. My glands have swollen a bit. I'm hoping they don't get any worse, because I never really tested the theory that my doctor will still see me without insurance. Plus, my wallet doen't really want to pay for that right now. I think thats what I miss the most about corporate life. I never got paranoid about my health.
I'm going into work today because 1. I'm a chump 2. The owner won't be in most of the morning. She left a list for the other busy bees to do. I could have told them what to do, since I know what she has in mind, but she didn't want me to sound like I was bossing them around and telling them what to do. Even though, I could be. I don't know...the whole thing is stupid. I have my own things to do so i'm hoping they don't bother me too much.
If I feel horrible enough I might go home early today and skip tommorrow all together. Because I can't really afford to get an infection. Plus, the idea of a 9 hour Friday (from 10am to 7pm without a formal break) just sounds depressing to me right now, my poor cold ridden self wouldn't be able to make it.
Eek...so much complaining. My apologies.
I have an idea creeping around my head for my next tattoo. I'm not sure where I would put it, probably on my upper shoulders. Nikki McClure is my favorite artist, and I would like some of her images done on me. Especially some of the more simple lines. Flowers on one shoulder, leaves on the other.
I bought the new Cat Power album but I'm afraid to listen to it. I hear its more accesible. With...gasp...trumpets. I don't know if I like my crack pot singer with horns and a rhythm section. Its just unnatural.
But, I guess all good indie bands are eventually corrupted. Look at Modest Mouse, they're more popular now then ever and their last album SUCKED! Sleater-Kinney, same thing. The last album was TERRIBLE! Completely unlistenable. How it got on people's top 10 lists is beyond me.
And I won't even go into my rant on the state of indie rock today. That's a whole different complaint-fest right there. All I will say about this topic now is UGH. What happened to talent?
Sigh.
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