I've realised from my "episode" yesterday, that harbouring murderous intentions and exteme hatred is veeeery draining!! I tellya, it had me exhausted fuh de rest-a de morning. A side-effect of an adrenaline-overload. I actually FELT it coursing through my body like bright yellow acid.
I dunno how all dem thugs (pronounced "t'ags") do it. Must be de seamoss and Guinness I see dem drinkin'. Gotta get me some-a that.

I can't believe I forgot my own anniversary!! Yesterday, 2nd of April marked exactly one year that I've been working in this place! One Year! And the whole thing seemed to fly by like that!
*Daanz snaps her fingers to show how the whole thing seemed to fly by*
I feel like I'm observing my life from the outside sometimes...just a stranger watching a long, meaningless movie.
What do I have to do to prove to myself that there IS a point to it all?

C.O.T.
Oh...my...god...if that Self-Righteous Idiot doesn't wipe that $#@&!! condescending look off of his $%&*@ face, I will jump over the desk, and do it for him with my foot. Either that, or clamp my hands around his $%&* neck and squeeze until he no longer draws breath.

This blogging thing (it STILL sounds like a British cuss word) has had an interesting affect on me. Throughout the day I find myself thinking, "You, that'd be cool to put in a blog, yuh!" But the thing is, by the time I actually get to blog, I've forgotten whatever cool thing it was I was going to say. I'm too young to be having these "Granny" moments.

C.O.T.

There are 5 main characters in my office:

The Mouth : She's the talker in the office; the one who has a story for EVERYTHING! If you're not careful you will die of dehydration while listening to her yap about her drama with morning traffic.

The Prude: She casts disproving glances at me if should happen to mention any of the following words: fete, Kadooment, tequila, drunk, dub, ass, or wukkup. I think she may pass out if I should use them all in one sentence.

The Self-Righteous Idiot: He behaves as though anything that comes out of my mouth is the dumbest thing he's ever heard. I think it's because he secretly wants me.

The Attention-Seeker : No matter what the topic of conversation, she will somehow find a way to make it about her. She tries to make everyone else in the office jealous that she and The Self-Righteous Idiot (the only male) spend their lunches together. Little does she know that no-one cares.

The Phantom: This is our Resident Director. We call him this because no-one ever sees when he comes or goes. Given that he is about 75 yrs. old, we all find this a little disturbing.

Luckily, my personality is so complex that I can't fit neatly under any one heading.

Why would one person (let's call this person Person X for convenience) push another person (Person Y , of course) away,
when all Person Y wants is a chance to get to know Person X better! Why????
One has to wonder, what could possibly be the rational for such behaviour.

Why is everything so hard now that we're older? When did things get so complicated? Will it be more messed up 10 years from now? Is that what we all have to look forward to?
Where the hell is a tequila shot when you need one? Is there an end to these questions?

I hereby make an oath on the template of my blog, that I will do everything in my power to avoid complicating any matters that I may be involved in.

Let us bow our heads
Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change (The occurence of a Monday every 6 days),
The courage to change those that I can (my attitude towards said Mondays),
And the wisdom to know the difference. Amen

There...I feel better. I realise I don't pray as much as I used to. What scares me is that I didn't even realise when I stopped.

C.O.T.
I would like to flex my creative muscles...but I need some kinda motivation!