I will resume this for I now have a following of one.
They have put me in an office. To the ones that don't know me it seems to imply some sort of elevated status. Oh poor fools, how little you know.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday 22 December 2010
Oh how time passes. In leaps and bounds, even when living a dreary existance.
I will resume this for I now have a following of one.
I will resume this for I now have a following of one.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Monday 17 August 2009
I'm drowning in Post It notes.
It's far more dangerous than it sounds, a sea of work words waiting to swallow me up.
It's far more dangerous than it sounds, a sea of work words waiting to swallow me up.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday 14 August 2009
Being told off by the security lesbian for wearing no shoes is fantastic.
To top it all off Napoleon is back at work this week. My ears got so used to not bleeding.
To top it all off Napoleon is back at work this week. My ears got so used to not bleeding.
Friday 14 August 2009
I'm performing an automated work task while listening to "Hits from the bong" (Cypress Hill).
Somehow this seems wrong……… yet appropriate.
Somehow this seems wrong……… yet appropriate.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Thursday 6 August 2009
Not being able to let go of bad habits is my biggest downfall. I run and hide, thinking I have set myself free but then without rhyme or reason I slip back to the beginning.
Things and substances, at least, cannot mock me like my addiction to people.
He gives me so many reasons to cut him out, completely and for good, yet I crawl back on my knees and let him spit in my face.
It'll be different this time……….. (cross your fingers for the little voice inside my head)
Things and substances, at least, cannot mock me like my addiction to people.
He gives me so many reasons to cut him out, completely and for good, yet I crawl back on my knees and let him spit in my face.
It'll be different this time……….. (cross your fingers for the little voice inside my head)
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Wednesday 29 July 2009
They say once you hit rock bottom you can't go lower. That is indeed not true.
Due to some "sage" advice I now find myself fighting tears at my desk.
I'm sure he doesn't mean it but fuck he can be (or just is) an ass. It's my own fault for expecting the unexpected. I should stop investing in bum stock but I never seem to learn my lessons. In the end it all comes back to the same place.
Due to some "sage" advice I now find myself fighting tears at my desk.
I'm sure he doesn't mean it but fuck he can be (or just is) an ass. It's my own fault for expecting the unexpected. I should stop investing in bum stock but I never seem to learn my lessons. In the end it all comes back to the same place.
Wednesday 29 July 2009
It's a horrible experience when you realise you're stuck with the life that you have, unwillingly, made for yourself and cannot see any way to claw your way out. I have been overwhelmed with such a feeling lately, the bugs of disappointment crawling slowly and deliberately all over my former self.
A woman in America ate the brain of her new born baby, even that seems like a better life choice when compared to the spreadsheets I have to deal with. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25845958-401,00.html
There is a great big hole inside me where my soul used to be and only 40 or so years of my working life to go. Kids should not be taught that it's not wise to dream. Lobotomy vouchers should be sent out via mail as soon as we legally become adults in order to help the world deal with the experience that is 'real life'.
A woman in America ate the brain of her new born baby, even that seems like a better life choice when compared to the spreadsheets I have to deal with. http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25845958-401,00.html
There is a great big hole inside me where my soul used to be and only 40 or so years of my working life to go. Kids should not be taught that it's not wise to dream. Lobotomy vouchers should be sent out via mail as soon as we legally become adults in order to help the world deal with the experience that is 'real life'.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Monday 27 July 2009
It's been far too long. Work has put constraints on both my time and soul so much so that I haven't even been vent in my chosen medium.
This will be a short entry.
So today, with the Great Leader absent, Chumpy and I got straight into a biffo. Apparently my music was "up too loud" (even though the woman who sits right near me didn't seem to notice it) and I was told to turn it off. The bigger outrage of this story is that Chumpy seemed to think that Faith No More was Guns 'n' Roses.
This lead to us giving each other the silent treatment.
It's like fighting with your adopted brother who you hate and would kill if it was legal.
This will be a short entry.
So today, with the Great Leader absent, Chumpy and I got straight into a biffo. Apparently my music was "up too loud" (even though the woman who sits right near me didn't seem to notice it) and I was told to turn it off. The bigger outrage of this story is that Chumpy seemed to think that Faith No More was Guns 'n' Roses.
This lead to us giving each other the silent treatment.
It's like fighting with your adopted brother who you hate and would kill if it was legal.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Friday 26 June 2009
Thank god it's this day of the week. As far as I'm concerned this is the only saving grace.
*marmy *unt has been living up to his name the last two days. Being civil to him takes up most of my will power. In his head he is king of the world and we are all his lowly servants, just dying to be mocked by him. I'm not sure if he's actually aware of the way he comes across, but considering I never actually want to find out how his sick mind works, I will have to remain puzzled.
This week has been an absolute horror. I had intended to put words down sooner but each time I started a feeling of doom would overcome me and squash my need to express myself.
Teared up at work today. Lucky that Michael Jackson carked it today and I could tell people I was just mourning the loss of such a fine human being.
In actual fact I was mourning the loss of my belief in the fairness of this place, along with part of my work ethic.
Why should I if they won't?
Basically the world is invited to bite me.
*marmy *unt has been living up to his name the last two days. Being civil to him takes up most of my will power. In his head he is king of the world and we are all his lowly servants, just dying to be mocked by him. I'm not sure if he's actually aware of the way he comes across, but considering I never actually want to find out how his sick mind works, I will have to remain puzzled.
This week has been an absolute horror. I had intended to put words down sooner but each time I started a feeling of doom would overcome me and squash my need to express myself.
Teared up at work today. Lucky that Michael Jackson carked it today and I could tell people I was just mourning the loss of such a fine human being.
In actual fact I was mourning the loss of my belief in the fairness of this place, along with part of my work ethic.
Why should I if they won't?
Basically the world is invited to bite me.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Monday 22 June 2009
Transition from sleep to wake has left me angry as nightmares linger like a thick fog surrounding my mind. Enemy soldiers on some sort of covert mission to ready destroy my recent spate of sanity perhaps…..
Napoleon spent the better part of the morning attending to 'personal' business on the phone, which would be all well and good if his voice did not penetrate your brain like a jackhammer. Think Chumpy was ready to kill and destroy, not that I blame him.
Managed to do some actual work today which soothes my ethical urges but appears to have made my head ache.
I feel a shiver down my back, and sure enough when I look up Milk Thief is sliming his way down the corridor. The nightmares might be bleeding into reality.
Napoleon spent the better part of the morning attending to 'personal' business on the phone, which would be all well and good if his voice did not penetrate your brain like a jackhammer. Think Chumpy was ready to kill and destroy, not that I blame him.
Managed to do some actual work today which soothes my ethical urges but appears to have made my head ache.
I feel a shiver down my back, and sure enough when I look up Milk Thief is sliming his way down the corridor. The nightmares might be bleeding into reality.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Thursday 18 June 2009
It smells like bourbon and faeces outside. My pleasant walk outside was supposed to be refreshing, instead it just made me think of Mooseheads.
An old woman that I must communicate with on a regular basis in order to do my job is infringing on my patience. Let us call her Leatherface.
Leatherface is a bitter old bitty who appears to add no value to the human race. The Great Leader once called her a 'glorified mail box' and I believe this to be a succinct and accurate description. If you do not suffer fools lightly this woman would cause you excruciating pain.
Chumpy is away sick, the poor love. Serves him right for making out with football players. I warned him of the consequences of such actions.
An old woman that I must communicate with on a regular basis in order to do my job is infringing on my patience. Let us call her Leatherface.
Leatherface is a bitter old bitty who appears to add no value to the human race. The Great Leader once called her a 'glorified mail box' and I believe this to be a succinct and accurate description. If you do not suffer fools lightly this woman would cause you excruciating pain.
Chumpy is away sick, the poor love. Serves him right for making out with football players. I warned him of the consequences of such actions.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Wednesday 17 June 2009
Today has been banally pleasant, like slowly drowning in a giant tub of warm honey.
My PC is behaving like a massive prostitute and Dragon Lady will not stop sniffing around the Great Leader, like the hungry hungry dog she is. Old chewy mutton wishin' and a hopin' it was lamb.
That will be me one day soon………………..
My PC is behaving like a massive prostitute and Dragon Lady will not stop sniffing around the Great Leader, like the hungry hungry dog she is. Old chewy mutton wishin' and a hopin' it was lamb.
That will be me one day soon………………..
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday 12 June 2009
Think I’m starting to decompose.
Moths have started circling our desks. It is the plague of boredom, the first sign of Armageddon. Bring on the hell fire and four horsemen.
Moths have started circling our desks. It is the plague of boredom, the first sign of Armageddon. Bring on the hell fire and four horsemen.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday 11 June 2009
So dead in here today, feels like there should be flies buzzing around our corpses.
Some humorless prude insists on removing my, obviously superior, hygiene instruction posters from the toilets. If my senses were not so dulled by the monotonous pace of the salt mines I might be outraged. It’s just one of those days today where being alive and dead are separated by an almost inexistent thread.
Wake me up when the world starts spinning again.
Some humorless prude insists on removing my, obviously superior, hygiene instruction posters from the toilets. If my senses were not so dulled by the monotonous pace of the salt mines I might be outraged. It’s just one of those days today where being alive and dead are separated by an almost inexistent thread.
Wake me up when the world starts spinning again.
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