Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
change location, change attitude
so, in august, i will celebrate my 3 year anniversary at my present job. i'm hoping to not reach that milestone.
i've been rather indifferent about this job since the beginning. i walked out of the interview thinking "man, that bitch is irritating as fuck!", referring to my current boss. i can read people like a book. it's a gift. i should have listened to that feeling, but the allure of more skrilla and not being somewhere i hated was just too tempting. so the newness of it all faded quickly. after a full academic year, i had learned most of what i needed to know and just coasted by. my boss grew more and more irritating. (how many fucking times do i have to hear about the camping trips you take with your dog?) i spent more and more time online and the monotony grew into indifference.
within the last 6 months, that indifference turned into all out rage so i actively started looking for a job. on thursday, i turned in my application for what, on paper, seems like a perfect job. i got a call today. i have an interview on monday.
right before i dropped off my application i called my mom. she just finished reading "the secret" by rhonda byrne and i asked her to use her new found powers to hook a sista up. SECRET!
i've been rather indifferent about this job since the beginning. i walked out of the interview thinking "man, that bitch is irritating as fuck!", referring to my current boss. i can read people like a book. it's a gift. i should have listened to that feeling, but the allure of more skrilla and not being somewhere i hated was just too tempting. so the newness of it all faded quickly. after a full academic year, i had learned most of what i needed to know and just coasted by. my boss grew more and more irritating. (how many fucking times do i have to hear about the camping trips you take with your dog?) i spent more and more time online and the monotony grew into indifference.
within the last 6 months, that indifference turned into all out rage so i actively started looking for a job. on thursday, i turned in my application for what, on paper, seems like a perfect job. i got a call today. i have an interview on monday.
right before i dropped off my application i called my mom. she just finished reading "the secret" by rhonda byrne and i asked her to use her new found powers to hook a sista up. SECRET!
Friday, July 11, 2008
stupid bitchism of the worst kind.
last night i was having a deep conversation with my main g, keeks, about stuff. you know deep stuff. during the course of the conversation i made the following remark:
this lead to my confession that one of my worst fears in life is being considered a stupid bitch. this may be worse than my fear of someone thinking i smell. (i shower everyday but if you had the freaskish sweat disorder that i have then you'd consider it a valid fear too.) at least there's something you can do about smelling. stupid bitchism is fatal.
say it with me now!
i guess you can call it my creed in life. my guiding principle.
i didn't always follow this creed. i was once a stupid bitch, or at least (i hope), did things stupid bitches do. i won't go into specifics as i'm at work and don't want to remember things and be found in the fetal position under my cubicle...but let's just say i knew one too many guys who had spent some time behind bars. yeah, i said guyS. anyways, that's all in the past. a prehistoric MsMonis. i've evolved into someone who thinks differently about stuff and herself. i'm not saying i'm better, or even that i'm that different than who i was. i just think more about who i am and how i want the world to see me. it's not that i care what people think of me, but honestly, it's not like i don't care. i want an active part in how people perceive me and my actions.
plus, let's face the facts. i judge. all things. all people. if there was a supreme court in the land of judgementalness, i would be chief justice. i'd win the olympic gold medal in the 100yd judge-atholon. it's this thing i do. i know it, you know it, the american people know it. i can't really in good conscience judge the stupid bitchism of others if i'm running around screwing married men, taking my top off for Joe Francis or being a Kardashian.
now, with everything i do, i ask myself "is this something a stupid bitch would do? if it is, i do the opposite.
this lead to my confession that one of my worst fears in life is being considered a stupid bitch. this may be worse than my fear of someone thinking i smell. (i shower everyday but if you had the freaskish sweat disorder that i have then you'd consider it a valid fear too.) at least there's something you can do about smelling. stupid bitchism is fatal.
say it with me now!
i will not be a stupid bitch.
i guess you can call it my creed in life. my guiding principle.
i didn't always follow this creed. i was once a stupid bitch, or at least (i hope), did things stupid bitches do. i won't go into specifics as i'm at work and don't want to remember things and be found in the fetal position under my cubicle...but let's just say i knew one too many guys who had spent some time behind bars. yeah, i said guyS. anyways, that's all in the past. a prehistoric MsMonis. i've evolved into someone who thinks differently about stuff and herself. i'm not saying i'm better, or even that i'm that different than who i was. i just think more about who i am and how i want the world to see me. it's not that i care what people think of me, but honestly, it's not like i don't care. i want an active part in how people perceive me and my actions.
plus, let's face the facts. i judge. all things. all people. if there was a supreme court in the land of judgementalness, i would be chief justice. i'd win the olympic gold medal in the 100yd judge-atholon. it's this thing i do. i know it, you know it, the american people know it. i can't really in good conscience judge the stupid bitchism of others if i'm running around screwing married men, taking my top off for Joe Francis or being a Kardashian.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Thursday, July 03, 2008
i hate people.
that's nothing new. all my friends know this. it's who i am. it's how i see the world. if you think that's sad then suck it! i probably hate you already anyway.
my boss has developed an obsessive habit of cutting her fingernails at her desk. it's a daily thing. i really don't know how long her nails, or anyones for that matter, grow on a daily basis, but everyday i hear "snip, snip, snip, snip". everyday in between shopping for new furniture or checking camping sites online and telling everyone that calls her how overwhelmed and busy she is, she's cutting her GD fingernails in her messy, dusty ass office. EVERYDAY. AT HER DESK. i understand that it's a basic grooming activity. everyone does it. but it's one of those things that should be kept strictly in the bathroom, or at least at home. are you really that busy when you get home at night that you can't wait? why do you even have nail clippers at work? the last thing i want is to walk into your office while your clipping away and have a piece of nail hit me in the eye. from the way you leave shit around the office without putty it away, i sincerely doubt you make the effort to make sure all the scraps end up in the garbage. my disgust of you knows no bounds.
my boss has developed an obsessive habit of cutting her fingernails at her desk. it's a daily thing. i really don't know how long her nails, or anyones for that matter, grow on a daily basis, but everyday i hear "snip, snip, snip, snip". everyday in between shopping for new furniture or checking camping sites online and telling everyone that calls her how overwhelmed and busy she is, she's cutting her GD fingernails in her messy, dusty ass office. EVERYDAY. AT HER DESK. i understand that it's a basic grooming activity. everyone does it. but it's one of those things that should be kept strictly in the bathroom, or at least at home. are you really that busy when you get home at night that you can't wait? why do you even have nail clippers at work? the last thing i want is to walk into your office while your clipping away and have a piece of nail hit me in the eye. from the way you leave shit around the office without putty it away, i sincerely doubt you make the effort to make sure all the scraps end up in the garbage. my disgust of you knows no bounds.
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
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