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Posted in Crazy Wisdom on Friday, December 6, 2002 at 11:33 am by flerly.
Okay. This is already going on record for shittiest day ever.

Last night was the company Christmas party. The “Dinner Mystery Show” was.. cheeseball, but a couple glasses of wine made it entertaining. It had laughable moments, but I must say I really don’t think i’m interested in sitting through something like that again. It was an… experience.

Topping off the evening was the traditional piece of Christmas fruitcake that only the company president actually can swallow… also known as David Happy-Camper’s motivational speech. (That bit is funny if you saw the dinner mystery show.. trust me.) The speech was suitable for heckling, but I think most of us were too stunned to do it. For this year’s quotable gems, he chose the themes of “We’re not looking for show horses, we’re looking for plow horses…” and “we’re looking for eagles, willing to take control of the situation and make things happen” AND last but not least the gem “This is the year of execution for us.”

Well, I say, let’s make this “the day of execution” and kill me. kill me now.

Most people left straight after the speech instead of staying to play games, so I’m hoping for some conversation on the night at lunch today.

As far as THIS morning, though.. don’t get me started on money crap. Transouth. nuff said. Also, I am bitter of folks with good credit ratings, cuz I guess I’ll just never have one. Not having a credit card is really fucking with me, and trying to make do with cash advances.. even if it is online and convenient, is costing me a fucking fortune. Worse yet… salary.com tells me that for this area of the country, based on my job description, I should be making $67K. I have to say that’s nearly double what I am making. Time to print a salary report to take to my evaluation.

And now, I’m so freaking behind at work. Working at home yesterday was a bad idea. Didn’t get nearly as much stuff done as I should have. Now I really should work some on the weekend to make it up. People are screaming for stuff here. Everything was due yesterday. *ugh* and all I can think about is my bank balance versus my christmas list. Even cheese tonight is going to have to be cheap. Skittles mentioned wanting to skip, too. I’m wondering how the girls would feel about just meeting for pizza and starting chez-geek and movies early. I dunno.

Just a thought. Back to work.

Through the warmest
Cord of care
Your love was sent to me

I’m not sure
What to do with it
Or where to put it

I’m so close to tears
And so close to
Simply calling you up
I’m simply suggesting

We go to the hidden place
That we go to the hidden place
We go to the hidden place
We go to a hidden place

Now I have
Been slightly shy
And I can smell a pinch of hope
To almost have allowed once fingers
To stroke
The fingers I was given to touch with
But careful, careful
There lies my passion, hidden
There lies my love
I’ll hide it under a blanket
Lull it to sleep

I’ll keep it in a hidden place
I’ll keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place
Keep it in a hidden place

He’s the beautifullest
Still strong
Dark and divine
And the littleness of his movements
Hides himself
He invents a charm that makes him invisible
Hides in the air
Can I hide there too?
Hide in the air of him
Seek solace

In the hidden place
In a hidden place
In a hidden place
We’ll stay in a hidden place
Ooohh in a hidden place
We’ll live in a hidden place
We’ll be in a hidden place
In a hidden place


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