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Nov. 13th, 2002
Stupid waste of time, day 2
Nov. 13th, 2002 02:59 pmWell, had to deal with day two of that idiot class. Should have given in to my instinct to bail - over half the class did.
More of the same from the day before. Add to that the fact that most of the people that did show were getting pissed off. Finally took off at 2pm.
I should have taken the day off, drove up to SWHC to get new strings for Rosemary, and dumped some resumes off in LA. Or slept late. Either would have been better.
More of the same from the day before. Add to that the fact that most of the people that did show were getting pissed off. Finally took off at 2pm.
I should have taken the day off, drove up to SWHC to get new strings for Rosemary, and dumped some resumes off in LA. Or slept late. Either would have been better.
Stupid waste of time, day 2
Nov. 13th, 2002 02:59 pmWell, had to deal with day two of that idiot class. Should have given in to my instinct to bail - over half the class did.
More of the same from the day before. Add to that the fact that most of the people that did show were getting pissed off. Finally took off at 2pm.
I should have taken the day off, drove up to SWHC to get new strings for Rosemary, and dumped some resumes off in LA. Or slept late. Either would have been better.
More of the same from the day before. Add to that the fact that most of the people that did show were getting pissed off. Finally took off at 2pm.
I should have taken the day off, drove up to SWHC to get new strings for Rosemary, and dumped some resumes off in LA. Or slept late. Either would have been better.
A bit of a rant
Nov. 13th, 2002 08:04 pmYou know, it's really fucking great when my supposed "friends" say behind my back that I "only occasionally visit reality".
I think I know reality a lot better than some of them. And I know how badly it sucks as well. I wonder how many of them have lied awake at night wondering how they're going to make the rent. How many of them lied awake because they were out of work and there was a child on the way. How many of them force themselves to go to work to a shitty job day after day, knowing that job is killing them by inches, to make sure their child was provided for.
Hell, the single luxury I've done for myself, not for others lately, has been taking up the harp. And I'm starting to wonder if it's my only refuge.
If it's one of my only real friends.
At least it doesn't believe I only occasionally "visit reality".
I think I know reality a lot better than some of them. And I know how badly it sucks as well. I wonder how many of them have lied awake at night wondering how they're going to make the rent. How many of them lied awake because they were out of work and there was a child on the way. How many of them force themselves to go to work to a shitty job day after day, knowing that job is killing them by inches, to make sure their child was provided for.
Hell, the single luxury I've done for myself, not for others lately, has been taking up the harp. And I'm starting to wonder if it's my only refuge.
If it's one of my only real friends.
At least it doesn't believe I only occasionally "visit reality".
A bit of a rant
Nov. 13th, 2002 08:04 pmYou know, it's really fucking great when my supposed "friends" say behind my back that I "only occasionally visit reality".
I think I know reality a lot better than some of them. And I know how badly it sucks as well. I wonder how many of them have lied awake at night wondering how they're going to make the rent. How many of them lied awake because they were out of work and there was a child on the way. How many of them force themselves to go to work to a shitty job day after day, knowing that job is killing them by inches, to make sure their child was provided for.
Hell, the single luxury I've done for myself, not for others lately, has been taking up the harp. And I'm starting to wonder if it's my only refuge.
If it's one of my only real friends.
At least it doesn't believe I only occasionally "visit reality".
I think I know reality a lot better than some of them. And I know how badly it sucks as well. I wonder how many of them have lied awake at night wondering how they're going to make the rent. How many of them lied awake because they were out of work and there was a child on the way. How many of them force themselves to go to work to a shitty job day after day, knowing that job is killing them by inches, to make sure their child was provided for.
Hell, the single luxury I've done for myself, not for others lately, has been taking up the harp. And I'm starting to wonder if it's my only refuge.
If it's one of my only real friends.
At least it doesn't believe I only occasionally "visit reality".