perfectionist with a god complex
happy birthday K.
another day, another dollar, well a few cents at least. i’m hanging out with my friend K tonight, it’s her birthday and we’re going to party like it’s her birthday.
should be interesting to say the least, she’s a member of the cult of sappho (figure it out your damn self) and we’re going to one of her fave hangouts.
does it matter that i have work in the morning? Oh hell No! i need this evening out. i’m just barely hanging on.
well this has been a 50 | 50 day, my job still sucks, but i just sent one of my best freelance pieces on it’s way to turkey. it’s beautifully printed.
so i’m pretty much cruising this evening. satisfaction comes in the simplest of sources sometimes.
in other news, i was listening to the radio in a taxi on the way home, and it was tuned to one of the religious stations and a pastor who shall be hereafter called ‘moreover’ rant about what a bunch of adulterous heathens all of us people who divorced and remarried but the kicker was about the woman’s role. basically, if your husband is beating you, stick around, it’s your biblical role to take some blows. i was in too good a mood to flip out, smack the taxi driver and demand he change that station.
which brings me to the question of the day, do people actually believe this? what sort of god would condone this?
this rant is brought to you by the letter M, used in words like magnificent, married, moral, mighty, moron, morose, munch, mental, mince, monday, meeting, mandate, more…
thank you and good night.
the number one reason to change your job…
today just before lunch, i stood outside my office waiting on a friend to meet me. i left for lunch, when i returned i was greeted by two police cars, an ambulance and a fire truck.
the pharmacy, one floor down, one doorway away from my office, had been robbed for the second time in as many weeks… this time they shot the cashier.
it’s bad enough that i don’t like my job but when shit like this happens, i’m taking it as a sign that i need to change employers.
… is when the money you’re getting paid is not worth risking you life.