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Everything in my head is a complaint about shit going on at work today. All of it. Everything. Everything is so out of place and so wrong and not getting done and impossible to get on the right track, I�m starting to wonder if I�m just plain fucking crazy. I am not at all a �can�t be done� person. I have one project that can be done but shouldn�t be done as it has been proposed to be done. I have another project that I�m being told can�t be done, but that�s a big steaming pile of horseshit because I know it can be done, it is just that the wrong approach is being taken to getting it done. On another project, I�m working with incompetence. Yet another project, laziness. And on and on and on. I see each situation, I analyze the problems, I suggest solutions, and they are either accepted or modified. You�d think that would be enough to keep the cogs moving, however it is in implementation of the solutions that everything falls to pieces. Distractions occur, politics set in motion, commitments broken. Motherfucker its driving me bat shit crazy!
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Something satisfying just occurred. I realized that my spellchecker recognizes the correct spelling of cuss words. In my haste, I�d mistyped the word �fuck� and it provided a nice wavy red line alerting me to my error. Isn�t that nice?
So as you can see, I�m a bit preoccupied with work, and while I would love to delve into the details of each of my complaints, I will refrain from doing so. I am doing my best to see where I can do better in all of the areas of complaint, and I am hopeful that a little insight will help get things back on the right track. Some days, the bullshit is just too much. I want to leave and go sit by the pool. Unfortunately, duty calls.
On a lighter note, I pimped Ryan�s ride last night. Wow. That sounds personal. What I meant to say is that after a nice walk back from dinner, I forced him to turn off Chappelle�s Show Season Two (I now know the meaning of �I�m Rick James, bitch!�), and made him go outside with me and fix a couple of things on his car. We were able to peel off the three layers of bubbling tint and the multiple collegite window stickers from his hatchback window. I also mastered the replacement of the hydraulic lifts that support his hatchback. He had told a few of his family members that I had purchased the wrong equipment, but I took great satisfaction in proving him wrong on that point, and he took great satisfaction in repeatedly lifting the hatchback and watching it support itself. While he was distracted with that, I then removed the four lawn chairs, two yard signs, multiple pieces of scrap paper and old mail that had been trapped in his hatchback since last July when last the hatchback functioned. I checked the air pressure in his tires, and even checked the fuses to eliminate the possibility that they were causing the problem with the power windows. I haven�t talked to him yet, but I hope the minor modifications made for a more pleasant ride to work this morning.
It is beautiful and sunny outside. I can�t be outside. I want the damn pool. POOOOOOOLLLLLL!!!
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1:48 p.m. - June 15, 2005
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