Queer As Folk
There's a new store opening underneath our house. Its arrival has brought along new rubbish into our shared yard, the smell of new paint rising through our wooden stairway and the playing of old Kylie tracks at 7:30 in the morning. Fabulous.
The storefront reads:
Things that flash
Things that glow
Things that you can stick in your mouth
The Froot Shop - Welcome.
Appreciated
I thought it would be appreciated if I arrived at work early, but after watching seven buses, two cigarettes and twenty minutes go by, I arrived at the same time I always do. I thought it would be appreciated if I helped out with a major mailing campaign, but the letter folding machines didn't agree with my idea. I thought it would be appreciated if I tried to re-print the destroyed letters, but the printer was hell-bent in convincing me it needed a toner newer than the one it received last Friday.
Maybe some people just weren't meant to receive their quarterly superannuation updates.
I thought it would be appreciated if I arrived at work early, but after watching seven buses, two cigarettes and twenty minutes go by, I arrived at the same time I always do. I thought it would be appreciated if I helped out with a major mailing campaign, but the letter folding machines didn't agree with my idea. I thought it would be appreciated if I tried to re-print the destroyed letters, but the printer was hell-bent in convincing me it needed a toner newer than the one it received last Friday.
Maybe some people just weren't meant to receive their quarterly superannuation updates.
Intangible Gains
Small victories are being won, but the war is far from over. Every day is a slow creep through no man's land, executed with a mixture of belly-crawling and burst-fire sprints. And it is with these efforts, and not premature attempts at gallant charges or blitzkrieg blows, that I am rewarded somewhat with small ground.
But, as I now see it, the true gains in actions are intangible - in momentum and morale.
Small victories are being won, but the war is far from over. Every day is a slow creep through no man's land, executed with a mixture of belly-crawling and burst-fire sprints. And it is with these efforts, and not premature attempts at gallant charges or blitzkrieg blows, that I am rewarded somewhat with small ground.
But, as I now see it, the true gains in actions are intangible - in momentum and morale.
The Reason
I'm happy. It's as if nothing has changed, but I feel and know that something has. Maybe it has, but its rewards have yet to be realised. All I know is that change is nothing more than a reaction.
I still have many reasons for change, but not as much as I did before 04.
And for that, I'm happy.
I'm happy. It's as if nothing has changed, but I feel and know that something has. Maybe it has, but its rewards have yet to be realised. All I know is that change is nothing more than a reaction.
I still have many reasons for change, but not as much as I did before 04.
And for that, I'm happy.
Post 104
For want of a better title - this is my 104th post. And what an exciting post it is! Really...
The financial year has come to an end, and I'm ready to collapse into a comatose state for the next week...
A big FUCK YOU to the bus driver on route 423, 8:02AM on King Street, Newtown. You're allowed to carry more than four people standing up! Did you not pass this section of training - how-to-count-and-tell-people-to-move-up-the-bus-to-make-room-for-other-passengers 101? Stupid bus driver...
Thank you to Sunny, my taxi driver - it was a pleasure to do business with you...
To golf - you fickle sport - consistency will have you one day!...
To anonymous workmates - the title 'senior' is nothing more than a testament to your incapability to move out of your current role. It does not, in any way, imply that you are senior to me. You are not a manager. You are not a supervisor. You are me with an additional three years of experience in the same job...
V's and freshly brushed/flossed/listerened teeth do not mix...
Ebay - you are a double edged sword that I never should have wielded...
People suffering from morning cheer should really go see a doctor. It's not contagious - it's annoying...
That is all.
For want of a better title - this is my 104th post. And what an exciting post it is! Really...
The financial year has come to an end, and I'm ready to collapse into a comatose state for the next week...
A big FUCK YOU to the bus driver on route 423, 8:02AM on King Street, Newtown. You're allowed to carry more than four people standing up! Did you not pass this section of training - how-to-count-and-tell-people-to-move-up-the-bus-to-make-room-for-other-passengers 101? Stupid bus driver...
Thank you to Sunny, my taxi driver - it was a pleasure to do business with you...
To golf - you fickle sport - consistency will have you one day!...
To anonymous workmates - the title 'senior' is nothing more than a testament to your incapability to move out of your current role. It does not, in any way, imply that you are senior to me. You are not a manager. You are not a supervisor. You are me with an additional three years of experience in the same job...
V's and freshly brushed/flossed/listerened teeth do not mix...
Ebay - you are a double edged sword that I never should have wielded...
People suffering from morning cheer should really go see a doctor. It's not contagious - it's annoying...
That is all.
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