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effervescible) wrote2001-06-23 02:04 am
effervescible) wrote2001-06-23 02:04 am
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I'm awake and feeling rather creative--wish I didn't have to get up early tomorrow, but I work at 11 and I want to order my new computer tomorrow. VOOTIE! I just can't wait to get it. It has a kickass CD burner, a DVD drive, and various other fun toys. The hard drive is 40 gigs, a mere 38 gigs larger than my current drive. Oy vey.
Very short shift tonight, 5-close, but made more difficult by the presence of Rich. You know those really irritating people, the ones who seem to be made of pure, concentrated annoyance and live to spread their aura to the world? Rich is one of them. He was really great his first day, fun and goofy and enthusiastic, but now it's like he goes out of his way to annoy everyone. The worst part is that he's whiny--whininess is one of the qualities I simply cannot stand in a person. For instance, he didn't want to scrape the floor, so he whined about being too weak and then purposely did a half-assed bad job, forcing me and then Aaron to do it for him. Whenever he doesn't do something right, he complained about just not being made for it. What a crock--this is the same old refrain to a song I've heard many times before, and I always hate it. "That's just how I am" may work as a reason for a person's basic outlook on life, their mind's organization and so on, but not behavior which they can specifically amend as needed. If you know you're being an asshole, then don't be an asshole. Take some fucking responsibility, people. Changing your behavior isn't kowtowing to someone else's will, it's not selling out, it's not diminishing yourself, it's behaving maturely in a society that does not revolve around yourself. Gosh, I'm getting all worked up, aren't I? In any case, everyone needs to learn when to stick to their guns and when to, well, mop the fucking floor because your superior told you to and that's what your job is. *grin* Ahh, Dairy Queen, a metaphor for life. Or sumfin'.
It reminds me of a great Aimee Mann song that Once and Future Roomie sent to me that I quickly became addicted to:
I won't fall for the oldest trick in the book
So don't sit there and think you're off of the hook
By saying there is no use changing 'cause
That's just what you are
That's just what you are
I don't really react this strongly to a irritating worker, it's just a steady stream of it from him and it struck a chord in me. Plus, he needs to partake of the deoderant.
I have just been informed by Char that she knows how to say "Deeper, go deeper" in Japanese. I don't want to know.
Fukaku! Mota fukaku!
Aaaaaanyways. I was thinking of more positive things today, much is the shock, and did a little shallow reflecting while listening to matchbox 20's "Mad Season" in my head. Unlike a lot of more popular artists today, I really respect them. They've got a solid musicality (Izzat a word?) and they actually have interesting, fun lyrics, instead of the same old tripe from N'street boys that always says the same thing. I don't love matchbox enough to actually buy the cds, but I will always listen to them on the radio. I can see them lasting for a long time--they're good rock. It's like Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Beatles, I guess. I may not own them, but I understand their quality. I wish we could have more groups like this, instead of the shallow bubblegum crap they play today. Sure, Nsuck, you may have the gift of melody, but your lyrics are boring. I'll stick with substance.
SADISTS finally updated today. I didn't do much, other than getting Megan to write a commentary and not bludgeoning Char when she archived my fic by force. We're still planning Ye Olde Bigass Update, and I suppose that depends on me, since I seem to be the one who gets the ball rolling on the features. I really need to get some writing done first, though. Why is it that my muse flutters around and taunts me when I'm working or busy and can't write, then takes a nap when I'm at home sitting in front of the computer? It's a sadistic little bitch, I tell ya, which is kind of fitting.
I sense more lj'ing will devolve into rambling, if it has't already, so I'm going to finish some stuff up and go to sleep. Night!
Very short shift tonight, 5-close, but made more difficult by the presence of Rich. You know those really irritating people, the ones who seem to be made of pure, concentrated annoyance and live to spread their aura to the world? Rich is one of them. He was really great his first day, fun and goofy and enthusiastic, but now it's like he goes out of his way to annoy everyone. The worst part is that he's whiny--whininess is one of the qualities I simply cannot stand in a person. For instance, he didn't want to scrape the floor, so he whined about being too weak and then purposely did a half-assed bad job, forcing me and then Aaron to do it for him. Whenever he doesn't do something right, he complained about just not being made for it. What a crock--this is the same old refrain to a song I've heard many times before, and I always hate it. "That's just how I am" may work as a reason for a person's basic outlook on life, their mind's organization and so on, but not behavior which they can specifically amend as needed. If you know you're being an asshole, then don't be an asshole. Take some fucking responsibility, people. Changing your behavior isn't kowtowing to someone else's will, it's not selling out, it's not diminishing yourself, it's behaving maturely in a society that does not revolve around yourself. Gosh, I'm getting all worked up, aren't I? In any case, everyone needs to learn when to stick to their guns and when to, well, mop the fucking floor because your superior told you to and that's what your job is. *grin* Ahh, Dairy Queen, a metaphor for life. Or sumfin'.
It reminds me of a great Aimee Mann song that Once and Future Roomie sent to me that I quickly became addicted to:
I won't fall for the oldest trick in the book
So don't sit there and think you're off of the hook
By saying there is no use changing 'cause
That's just what you are
That's just what you are
I don't really react this strongly to a irritating worker, it's just a steady stream of it from him and it struck a chord in me. Plus, he needs to partake of the deoderant.
I have just been informed by Char that she knows how to say "Deeper, go deeper" in Japanese. I don't want to know.
Fukaku! Mota fukaku!
Aaaaaanyways. I was thinking of more positive things today, much is the shock, and did a little shallow reflecting while listening to matchbox 20's "Mad Season" in my head. Unlike a lot of more popular artists today, I really respect them. They've got a solid musicality (Izzat a word?) and they actually have interesting, fun lyrics, instead of the same old tripe from N'street boys that always says the same thing. I don't love matchbox enough to actually buy the cds, but I will always listen to them on the radio. I can see them lasting for a long time--they're good rock. It's like Lynyrd Skynyrd and the Beatles, I guess. I may not own them, but I understand their quality. I wish we could have more groups like this, instead of the shallow bubblegum crap they play today. Sure, Nsuck, you may have the gift of melody, but your lyrics are boring. I'll stick with substance.
SADISTS finally updated today. I didn't do much, other than getting Megan to write a commentary and not bludgeoning Char when she archived my fic by force. We're still planning Ye Olde Bigass Update, and I suppose that depends on me, since I seem to be the one who gets the ball rolling on the features. I really need to get some writing done first, though. Why is it that my muse flutters around and taunts me when I'm working or busy and can't write, then takes a nap when I'm at home sitting in front of the computer? It's a sadistic little bitch, I tell ya, which is kind of fitting.
I sense more lj'ing will devolve into rambling, if it has't already, so I'm going to finish some stuff up and go to sleep. Night!