07.13.09
I am going home
I’m staring into cyberspace to take a blissful few moments of doing nothing before I pack up and leave work. A funny thought enters my head as I recall my boss’ pep talk (and he rarely gives them) regarding this big pitch we’re all staying up late for.
What he said:
Guys, I have picked this team because I believe that all of you have what it takes for us to win this pitch.
What I heard:
Guys, each of you have been slacking off for weeks, so it’s time to get your asses moving and mark my words, they’re on the line because if we don’t retain our biggest client ever in the history of the company, I will do a Donald Trump on you.
*shudder*
07.12.09
It’s not always doom and gloom
Why’d you need to sit in front of a computer and bang away on a keyboard if things are all fine and dandy? It’s when things aren’t that you do. Hence, this little space of mine is full of whiny emo bullshit.
Oh yeah, and I forgot about this… see, some people actually lap my textual diarrhea up gleefully and make snide annonymous little comments possibly thinking that a) I would give a rat’s ass and b) I wouldn’t think that the person who wrote it had the mental and emotional maturity of a 13 year old (no offense to 13 year olds)*. I laughed out loud ‘cos it was so obvious. C’monnn, spare me the lame attempt at mysterious spite and don’t bother with the fake smile the next time you see me.
K, I was derailed from my train of thought… now I’ve forgotten what I wanted to write about. Ok, actually I remember now. But don’t feel like talking about it as it’s late. Yawn, good night.
*a) I wouldn’t; b) I would
