for a while in my life, i believed that i was living in a hit soap opera (or daytime drama as the PC police have now deemed) somewhere in the south pacific, of late i think the show has been given a new lease on life. worse yet, i think it’s sweeps week.
thankfully all these dramatic plot developments don’t involve me directly, neither am i the catalyst, i just sit and watch all it all unfold around me. i used to enjoy the dramas when i was younger, but i’m realising it takes too much time and energy.
the story is far too complicated for me to attempt to start explaining now, but sufficed to say at some point, i’m going have to choose a side and i’m not looking forward to it.
i so don’t want to be at work today, my throat is sore, i’m sleepy, but off all the days i can ditch work, today might be the worse. i realised how much i didn’t want to be here, i left the power cable for my machine at home, that means with conservative use, i can hold out til lunch time on battery power. that means no dvds, no music and no more long and meandering posts like this.
and i feel fine.
the moon is setting as i come through the gate, the yard is still well lit and it is the culmination of a lovely night. when i was leaving home the skys were overcast and i thought i would miss the eclipe, but the sky cleared and from a hillock in cascade i got to witness the wonder of nature. i watched the eclipse in the company of some really good folks and i even got over the flaky behaviour.
tonight was good night, full of the intellectual stimuli that i truly enjoy, i flitted like a hummingbird from conversation to conversation, books, movie, sexuality. it was great, the only person missing was victoria, i love hearing her talk, her opinions, her voice.
i love this woman for so many reasons.
i should get some sleep, it’s close to 2am and i still have work in the morning, but i am so psyhced, i feel good.
i’m going to get some sleep and take this through the day with me tomorrow.
thank you and good night.
later today, ‘life in the cane belt’ the soap opera that is my life.
ok, after a couple attempts at pasting the entire article and failing miserably, here is the link
WSJ.com – Shirk Ethic: How to fake a Hard Day at the Office
a truly horrendous waste of time and bandwith – UVA Computer Science Star Links courtesy grammargirl
for those of you that don’t understand, there is no customer service in trinidad. none, none, none whatsoever, so my triumph is much sweeter. the fact that i got tstt and kfc to bend to my will is truly a testatment to how determined i can be. the problem with focussing my energies on santo domingo, is that these people hold my life in their hands and if they decide to be vindictive i’m screwed.
i called vic and her sage advice i’m going to the soiree. vic on the other hand is darkness, a tornado having touched down in her fair town, if the weather clears she’s going to try to catch the lunar eclipse tonight. i miss her so much, these are the moments that are meant to be shared. i may run home early and call and watch with her.
fare they well, i’m off til later.
i feel good. sometimes you have to take joy in life’s little pleasures. it was the high point of an all together bleech day.
i went to the canadian high commission today and was told either i need to find my father (who has to be resident in canada) and get him to sponsor me or take the skilled immigrant test. i score 64 out of a possible 100, pass mark is 75. so i can’t immigrate unless there is a canadian company willing to hire me (and prove there are no canadians that can’t be hired to do the job.)
i also spent the afternoon watching babershop, there are some disctinct advantages having a computer with a dvd drive. tomorrow is the last day of such entertainments, my boss is back from her shoot on monday. sigh.
i haven’t gotten to talk to vic much today and i may not tonight because i have a farewell shindig to attend, i’m going because the person that’s leaving is my friend, the host on the other hand are some of the rude fuckers that let me stagger home drunk a couple of weeks ago. [note to self, not getting drunk tonight.]
as i’m sitting here, i’m pondering about going to this shindig, how am i getting there, how am i getting home? these kind of questions, do i want to waste my precious time with people i don’t like when i could be talking to my wife? decisions, decisions, decisions.
while i think about it, the news in brief:
is it just me or is this worrying?
and i sit here and re-edit this post, i am savouring the taste of free KFC, on our little rock it’s 30 minutes or free delivery, so i’m enjoying the fruits of their tardiness.
i won my war of attrition with the phone company today and anyone who has ever dealt with the likes of a monopoly like tstt, knows how good it feels. there are two phones in my house and they both work perfectly. yes. now i just need to pay the cable bill.
sigh. i just walked in the door, i’m going to change, i’ll be back with a recap of the days news.
for those of you who like this sort of thing
here is the list of bests
and more on those nonexistent WMD
today is the US opening of the Matrix reloaded (those of us here, have to wait til next wednesday, i’m already planning to skip work to go) so far the reviews haven’t been great.
i took out a great deal of my frustration on some poor technocrat at the phone company, i didn’t use obscene language, but i did express my displeasure with their service and their attitude. not that it’s helping, it’s 10am and neither phone is useable, still.
i have started a campaign of harrassment, i will have my way.
only here, can that piece of math be correct.
tired of the running battles with my mother over the use of the phone, i had a second line installed so i could be online and she could have her phone. imagine my surpise when i arrived home yesterday to find a dialtone (but the inability to dial any numbers) on the recently installed line and the main line, that has been in the house for well on 10 years, dead. dead, no dial tone, nothing, zero, zip, zilch.
so i trek to the nearest pay phone to call the repairs department, only to be told we’ll get someone on it tomorrow, because the technicians only work – 8am – 4pm. and none of the people that are answering the phones after 4pm are technically inclined, they just answer the phones.
i really had to restrain myself yesterday on the phone from tearing the people on the phone a new one. not just for their sake, but for all the other bureaucratic bullshit i had to deal with yesterday.
i need to vent before i dealt with anyone else today, now i’m off to my meeting.
i know i promised to get back with all the details of my bureaucratic hell, but you know what… fuck it, fuck them. i’m not going to let these people upset me.
i spent 20 minutes on the phone spelling and respelling my name, before being told by some functionary that they don’t know it’s me, so even if they weren’t severely understaffed and could be troubled to look for my application, they couldn’t tell me if they had it.
i haven’t done a lick of work all day, just sat around and pretended to be busy. i’m waiting on copy, i could probably write my own but i don’t feel like.
vic and i discussing her moving here (trinidad) at least temporarily, i think a lot of her misgivings about trinidad are my fault, i’m not; as sam pointed out when she called to gloat about going to see the matrix this evening; the poster child for this country, i’m not happy here and it shows.
but it’s all about compromise, i’ve been married almost 18 months and seen my wife less than 10 days, there is something inherently wrong about that. this is not a voluntary seperation, it gets harder and harder with each passing day. it doesn’t help when people ask “why you still here?” or “you don’t miss your wife?” what kind of stupid insensitive shit is that?
i hate having to explain this shit to people over and over. i’m still here, my wife isn’t! what the fuck do you want from me, blood?
i’m going to the canadian embassy tomorrow in the hopes of trading on my father’s migration shortly after my birth. there is something almost comical about trading on the legacy of a man who i barely know, almost 32 years after his departure from my life. this has to be some major karma.
i’m hold on tenuously to the joyful thoughts of how happy vic makes me and the beauty and intelligence of my children. that should be enough shouldn’t it?
thank you keith knight.
i’m already late for work this morning but i’m going to call santo domingo this morning. i’m sitting here catching up.
and now the news in brief:
Bob Graham Alleges a 9/11 ‘Coverup’
Professional demotivators (as if we really need this)
always end on a high note:
Happy Fun Pundit’s Top 10 Thing I Hate About Star Trek
there was something i saw last night but i can’t remember what it was, but as soon as i do, it will be here. and as promised my rain poem, titled funnily enough – rain
rain
come rain beat your timeless tattoo on my skin. caress my warm dark skin with your millions of cool, tiny fingers entice me with the pungent aroma you release lull me, compose me with the drumbeat that is sometimes gentle or staccato but most of all rain love me.
i’ll be back in a few mintues with news from my personal bureaucratic hell
