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baaaaaaaaaah.
Jul. 31st, 2003 06:49 pmi am a sheep. or at least, that's what i feel like now that i've met the heads of the French dept. for the company. not so good with the employee morale, they are. baaaaaaaaaah. there's a good sheep. go play nicely with the other sheep now.
... nice to know all my efforts (not to mention those of the rest of the staff) are appreciated. if they praised my ex-manager one more time, i thought i'd scream. the man did NOTHING for the first year i was senior... he's gotten much better recently, yes, but he'll never be what you call a hands-on manager. more like a vague presence that occasionally manifests itself, assures itself that everything is running smoothly, then runs off. baaaaaaaaaah.
passeport was fun, despite only being there for an hour (getting up is much easier after going to bed at 2am rather than 5am. trust me). got to dance to a few good songs, got some of the stuff out of my system. still not pleased with the entire insecurity/guilt/manipulation/self-loathing thing, but it's all good. i'll beat my subconscious into submission eventually.
yeah, mood swings. yay. i've also gotta learn not to lock myself away so much. (yeah, like i ever learn. suuuuure...)
lots of stuff to do tomorrow. hopefully i'll get to sleep in a bit (meaning past 7:30am). meeting Blondie & co. for lunch, gotta get my drivers' license updated, must meet phthisic for writings, and go out to supper/spend some time with SG... gimme a call when you wake up, alright Ford? if i haven't heard from you by 10am, i'll wake you up...
now, i'm off to resolutely do nothing. so far, this has not been a successful attempt. still can't bring myself to clean the bathroom though *cringe*. now i'm just rambling. see, there i go again. baaaaaaaaah.
... nice to know all my efforts (not to mention those of the rest of the staff) are appreciated. if they praised my ex-manager one more time, i thought i'd scream. the man did NOTHING for the first year i was senior... he's gotten much better recently, yes, but he'll never be what you call a hands-on manager. more like a vague presence that occasionally manifests itself, assures itself that everything is running smoothly, then runs off. baaaaaaaaaah.
passeport was fun, despite only being there for an hour (getting up is much easier after going to bed at 2am rather than 5am. trust me). got to dance to a few good songs, got some of the stuff out of my system. still not pleased with the entire insecurity/guilt/manipulation/self-loathing thing, but it's all good. i'll beat my subconscious into submission eventually.
anybody got a mallet?
oh wait, maybe i'll use that hatchet my dad has where the head flies off in random directions...yeah, mood swings. yay. i've also gotta learn not to lock myself away so much. (yeah, like i ever learn. suuuuure...)
lots of stuff to do tomorrow. hopefully i'll get to sleep in a bit (meaning past 7:30am). meeting Blondie & co. for lunch, gotta get my drivers' license updated, must meet phthisic for writings, and go out to supper/spend some time with SG... gimme a call when you wake up, alright Ford? if i haven't heard from you by 10am, i'll wake you up...
now, i'm off to resolutely do nothing. so far, this has not been a successful attempt. still can't bring myself to clean the bathroom though *cringe*. now i'm just rambling. see, there i go again. baaaaaaaaah.
