I just moved into Brent's place yesterday, and I once again have internet which means I will be able to start posting again. I know most of you don't believe that I will actually follow through and post as often as I once did, but the truth is I still have stories, and you all are wrong once again.
After staying at Marky and Lindsey's for a couple of weeks, I moved in with two friends (Callie and Emily) for the last few weeks. It was a lot of fun, although the apartment was always clean, everything always smelled good, and they often cooked dinner at night.
WORK. That's basically all I do, and nothing in that regard has changed since the last time I posted. I still drive to work before the sun starts to show itself, and I still come home after the sun has set. I really do hate the hours. Tomorrow I have a meeting with one of the main guys in the office who is in charge of the field because I have some issues with the company already. My problem is this. Everyone is ALWAYS on us to get things done faster. That's all I hear all day. FASTER FASTER FASTER. APURATE APURATE APURATE. The problem is, after working for 10 hours, there is no such thing as faster, there is only a slow and mechanical death that the body takes on. I equate it to the Marathon distance: If I have run 20 miles very hard every weekday, there is a positive chance the last 6 miles will not be as fast every day. It's called physical exertion, and each person only has so much, especially if it's being done every single day. The old work phrase "you're not working fast enough" loses all meaning, because OF COURSE I'M NOT WORKING AS FAST! Anyways, that's what I'm going to talk to the office about tomorrow, cause I'm sick of hearing it.
hasta la victoria
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you're just part of the dispensible masses..get used to it Watson! well unless of course the masses can rise up against the bougerois and overcome...viva la revolution...
man kate, i was going to say "viva la revolution" now i have nothing..so jon deal with it, your just one more clogg in the machine, replaceable and drive until it breaks...such is humanity. my suggestion, stick it to the Man and try "office space" on a construction site, that might be funny?
Jon,
It's been awhile...glad you like your new place although having two people clean up and make dinner for you must have been nice. Hope the job things works out-that sounds pretty awful.
Nickie
I think Scott means a "cogg" in a machine, not a clog, because that's what you wear on your feet. But Office Space, construction site-style would be great. And it's all about the reaction, right?
not posting more. not posting more...lying, lying, lying
Jon, Stick it to the man and quit!
-Dave
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