Okay, this is where I am right now:
Human beings were not meant to sit in little cubicles staring at computer screens all day, filling out useless forms and listening to eight different bosses drone on about about mission statements.
Except this job is too weird for the banality of Office Space. Except! Except I work with several Miltons. The guy in the cube next to me is a blander, less greasy Milton. And his supervisor rolls by and says stupid shit about twice a morning, just like Gary Cole. The guy who failed to train me in any useful fashion is a more hunched, nicotine emitting Milton.
I think Miltronry has replaced Babbitry in the modern world.
Truly a paradise lost.
It leaves me in agonistes.
As Friday pick-up, may I offer this culture mash-up gem, combining theme parks, So You Think You Can Dance, Star Wars and The '80s.
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too many crappy people stories.
YAY duck boats and lip-synching dancing Disney "cast members".
Weekend! Soon! (at least if this day ever ends, which it does not seem inclined to do.) What are people doing?
I'm going to Warped, and trying not to get too sunburned.
My soon to be ex-SIL is coming to town and we will talk, shop, eat, drink, and go see Wicked.
too many crappy people stories
Let it be said that I have one that I'm not sharing, because it makes me want to vote for the immediate extinction of our species--something quick and relatively painless to prevent the things we can do to each other. Fuck the Sistine chapel. Some news reports make it not seem a fair tradeoff.
Tonight - mac drama program at afterschool then Yankee game with friends and family.
Saturday - I am hoping for the lowest key Saturday possible - possibly trips to McDs, library, playground and grocery store - all within 5 blocks of home. laundry.
Sunday - church, trip to closing Children's Place store to find bargains, mac to uncles for video games, me possibly going to Y.
eek - ita makes me want to fly out and hug her, right after pulling mac to me and never letting go.
