When I was a kid, I knew it would happen; it was all that I expected.
In high school, I didn't know if I wanted it; hearts broke and mended and broke again.
As an adult, I figured it wasn't for me; my life was mine and there was no reason to share.
I walked through life not looking for love and not expecting it. My world was small and I liked that.
When we met, friendship was all I hoped for. Going to a movie or browsing through a bookstore with you brought me exquisite joy. With you, my world grew. I never expected that and never imagined more.
Then, one day, sitting across from you, talking, I looked into your eyes and I saw myself reflected back. Not me as I see myself in the mirror or me as I see myself from the inside, but me as you see me. I saw that person in there and I knew who I wanted to be. I wanted to be the person you saw.
The more I'm with you, the more I feel myself becoming who you see. The better I'm becoming.
Monday, February 28, 2011
What did you do at work today?
Oh, I thought about wedding vows:
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Fuck
Well, she's got the job. Oh, sure, the offer wasn't made today, but she's got the job.
Son of a bitch.
Maybe I should start looking into Cowcity. Lots of stuff there and I only mildly hate the area.
Son of a bitch.
Maybe I should start looking into Cowcity. Lots of stuff there and I only mildly hate the area.
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
More Hatred About Work
Today, she said to me, "I knew after you being here about three weeks that you wanted to leave. So I went to her and I said, 'Go to him and, you know, sort of hint that it's not just him who's having problems. I mean, I don't want to get walked off and lose my benefits for walking in and wrapping my hands around his fat fucking throat and strangling him.'"
I guess that means she recognized early on that I was trying to do a good job. I guess it's a compliment. I guess.
She's leaving, though. Her last day is in two weeks. One of the reasons I can occasionally enjoy going to work is leaving in 14 days.
Another person who helps make the day bearable had an interview last week. It went really well. She knows it went really well because she has a good friend who is on the hiring committee, although that friend wasn't in on her interview. I think she'll get hired and leave two weeks later. She'll possibly leave by the end of the month.
Work just got real fucked.
I hope I fail probation. (I won't, though. I'm not the kind of person who can willfully sabotage his job.) If I fail, I'll just end up back in the North Bay at the other job I didn't particularly care for.
I care for this job even less, though.
Is it wrong that I keep hoping that something will go dreadfully wrong and my boss will one day be found in dumpster after having been missing all weekend?
I guess that means she recognized early on that I was trying to do a good job. I guess it's a compliment. I guess.
She's leaving, though. Her last day is in two weeks. One of the reasons I can occasionally enjoy going to work is leaving in 14 days.
Another person who helps make the day bearable had an interview last week. It went really well. She knows it went really well because she has a good friend who is on the hiring committee, although that friend wasn't in on her interview. I think she'll get hired and leave two weeks later. She'll possibly leave by the end of the month.
Work just got real fucked.
I hope I fail probation. (I won't, though. I'm not the kind of person who can willfully sabotage his job.) If I fail, I'll just end up back in the North Bay at the other job I didn't particularly care for.
I care for this job even less, though.
Is it wrong that I keep hoping that something will go dreadfully wrong and my boss will one day be found in dumpster after having been missing all weekend?
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Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Hourly Comic Day '11
Today is Hourly Comic Day. I forgot all about it until about three minutes ago. I suck.
Have a couple of videos:
Yeah.
Have a couple of videos:
Yeah.
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