bitterdiva

Desperately avoiding work

*Kitties in hats*

Letters make loud noise
Thumping, whirling, placing stamps
Envelopes fall down

Chattering background
Enters ears aggravating
Turn up the music

Roses bloom further
Stale air is slashed by perfume
Leaves turn brown and droop

Little monster sits
Smiling at coworkers
Sparkles glittering

I spent most of the morning programming for my web project. I think I burnt my mind into a crisp for now I can’t focus any attention or my concentration on a single thing. Just thinking of all the projects due next week has me biting the nails and wishing for a tall pint of Guinness. The phone rings and I think in my head how great it would be if the other end was some wackjob trying to guess the color of my panties.

I rid myself today of a guy that I communicated with via yahoo. I knew this day was coming, all my online conservationists are done after a handful of times communicating with them. Yesterday we were having a conversation, more of a debate, about how Bush was a dictator. One of the main things people need to keep my attention is a firm grasp on the English language. I constantly repeat this because it is amazing how many bloody idiots there are in the world. Simple words should not be mistyped and if you call yourself a Simpson fan, I would expect you to know how to properly spell d’oh.

The breaking point for me today was when he told me he was going to tell his father to fire him so that he can go and collect unemployment and continue to work for him under the table. Mean while, collecting welfare for him, his wife, and his two children. The guy is 24, his wife is 21 and they just had their second child. Asswipe believes this isn’t morally objectionable and he’s gotten spoiled being off the past two weeks taking care of his wife and the new child. I understand that it’s difficult to raise a child, I even understand how torturous it is returning to work after being home for two weeks but deciding to milk the system so you can stay home, download video games, and do nothing is absolutely unforgivable. I just couldn’t force myself to continue talking with the likes of him.

Deadlines are flashing their demonic faces towards me as the semester draws to a close. I have two papers, three programming assignments, a programming quiz, and a project to work on this weekend. If I manage to complete both papers for English Composition, I am done with the class. I show up, turn in the paper, flip off the professor and enjoy having my Monday evenings back. Locking myself up in my room is starting to sound like a good option for finishing all of this.

Foulest mood I am in. I fear the voices are murmuring again; softly, gently persuading me to stand on my chair and scream at the highest octave I can produce how much I hate everyone and everything. The 5 isn’t helping. Neither is my opinion of the stagnant pool of life that I seem to be treading in. Money, excitement, these are thing necessary for life without either people become irritated and depressed. I’ve been taking 600mg of ibuprofen every 2 hours to ward off the immense pain of cramps.

P just sent me a link to kittens in hats. My favorite is the kitten in the froggie hat. I wonder if Poopoos would allow me to put it on him, if only just to take a picture. The Japanese are a group of severely disturbed individuals that never ceases to provide entertainment. I swear, they are from another planet. How come we can’t be that creative or inventive? Oh yeah, if we were we’d be killing ourselves off when the slightest thing goes sour.

1 prayer | 02:28 PM

Odds and ends

Regardless of the community groups within the system, I find LiveJournal accounts to be severely unimaginative. Some people pay for them, some don’t. Sure you can create a unique username for yourself, but wouldn’t you rather have your own bloody domain to go to like going home to your house instead of your tenement? The masses all comment on each other’s journal not hiding in the anonymity that LJ forces upon those visiting from the outside community. I just think that having a site of your own enables you to be free of the bondage that LJ places on you.

This past two weekends have been of the excellent nature, even if I am disregarding my class work. We visited the local pub, Mahar’s – I even started a tour. I am not one for beer ever since the infamous summer of ’97 but I have to say having the ability to try over 200 beers from around the world is an exciting adventure. Plus it’s gearing up my taste buds and liver for my vacation in Ireland, which is only 30 days away. I finally got to check out a movie at the Madison Theatre, it was a relatively nice place. I can’t complain, I got a Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets bucket of popcorn. If it’s one thing I’ve realized over the last two weekends is that getting out of the house on nice spring days with your friends makes life more memorable.

Onto NY news:

There’s a program in NY called Wheels for Work that provides families and individuals on public assistance a vehicle in order for them to reach a better standard of living through obtaining and maintaining a job. This is yet another example how the government takes care of two types of people, the rich and the poor. As always, there are those who couldn’t qualify for such a program and lack the accessibility to a better job because they are downtrodden by the exorbitant amount of money leaving their accounts each month in order to repay for the high quality of education they received. That’s just one example. I’m partial to recent college students because they are in the worst case these years with the shitty job market and the increasing amount of college tuition paid for by private loans.

Another issue brought to the forefront of NY legislation is a bill that enables gun companies not to be sued by people claiming liability of their product. They cite that victims of shootings sue the manufacturer simply because they made the weapon that was used in the crime. Manufacturers are immune from their product’s misuse. Well, what about tobacco organizations and fast food companies that just sell a product and are sued because the buyer misuses it? Perhaps it's just the gun-toting NRA carrying members of the Republican Party that see it unfair for gun manufacturers but not for tobacco and fast food. Keeping with the ATF theme, what about alcohol manufacturers, are they ever sued because of a crime committed by a drunkard? I've never heard of one, perhaps they're next on the American Suing Agenda.

No prayers | 02:50 PM

Grub-a-dub-dub

Last night I had another patented X's surreal dreams. I had regressed to an education level between high school and college, which I assume puts me into the Community College level. I was taking a field trip with a bunch of other students to a museum-farm run by an ederly couple. The coloring of the dream was dark, mainly earth tones with a heavy brown hue. The place we were traveling was some where near Coxsackie-Athens. Transporting us was a yellow school bus which made an emergency stop for the driver to relieve himself. Several miles down the line we were pulled over by the police and ticketed the driver for indecent exposure.

Somehow later in the dream I realized that my classmates were part of a hockey team and I was one of their players. The ederly couple that ran this organization were grub farmers. They were explaining all the various families of grubs, how they name them, how they started etc. They even were trying to serve us grubs for dinner. Luckily I got away with eating a big bowl of cereal, but when I was done, I went to wash it out in one of their 3 pools in the backyard. I remember the professor telling me not to put anything in the pool that wasn't organic. Water and milk were fine, but soda wasn't. Didn't bother me any, I just was emptying my bowl there. I still don't understand the concept of the pools. But he said to me if they found out that we contaminated anything of theirs, our discount would be revoked and we would end up having to pay full price which was some insane figure.

After we left, we headed back home and I remember that we were in a hotel next to the museum and the shower rooms were pink tiling and there were tvs in the shower rooms. Someone had fallen, split their head open, and I was to replace them in the team line up.

I am very surprised that I wasn't extremely grossed out by the grubs. Perhaps I'm just blocking the actual witnessing of these and tranforming them in my mind to little tan tofu pieces.

4 prayers | 12:53 PM

Only happy when the masses complain

New York’s public building smoking ban goes into effect July 24th this year, just a mere 4 months after the law was passed and signed by the state senate, state assembly, and Governor Pataki. This gem of legislation only took these brilliant politicians 12 hours to discuss and seal the fate of the single population in this majestic state. One question that immediately pops into my head is: how the hell did they manage to keep this on the DL and pass it so quickly? If only they could treat the state budget like this, we would never have any difficulty wandering about waiting for the word from the almighty dude with the bad comb-over.

How does the fate of the single populous relate to this issue? The single people out there will now have to be very scrutinizing when they run across a person in a bar and will have to bust out a stink-o-meter for when their potential suitors return to the table to see if they were apart of the outside exodus for a cigarette. It will become difficult for smokers and non-smokers to search for their kind with no one lighting up in a bar as well as becoming increasingly frustrating putting in all the time and effort into a prospective suitor just to find out that they smoke and you do not.

Smokers have become excommunicated from society; they are forced upon the streets to huddle in the inclement weather like the destitute. Today I read an article in the NY Times that non-smoking people are bitching about all those in entranceways smoking. It’s nice to have the buildings back but that’s not enough, now they have to run the nicotine gauntlet to get inside. And when they’re there, they bitch about the stink of themselves and they bitch about leaving the building. They’re bitching about the sidewalk becoming a carpet of cigarette butts because there are no ashtrays and they’re bitching about having to hold their breath whilst walking because the invisible cloud of smoke lingers. Next thing we know is that they’ll ban smoking on the outside, leaving the nicotine addicts running for their cars and homes.

I do not have hope for society. The American way has become toxic and corrupt; people find excuses for their problems instead of finding solutions. You’re fat? It’s not your problem, no. You couldn’t help yourself to the addictive nature of the triple-quarter-pounder-with-cheese with extra mayonnaise. You weren’t the one putting the artery-clogging food in your hand and lifting it to your mouth – it was the big organizations. They lured you with their false advertisements and misinformation. They are the evil ones; they are just as bad as the tobacco industry. Rise up and sue, sue SUE!

If the youth of today really want to find the cause for their obesity, look no further than the home. Parents are in charge of their offspring; they are the ones responsible for their health and welfare. If a parent chooses to take the quick, easy, and cheap method of cooking dinner by bringing home McDonalds then they are willingly subjecting their children to devouring lard – not the organization peddling their merchandise. If a parent can’t instill in their children the benefits of a healthy diet and the evils of junk they should be the ones subjected to the finger pointing and humiliation. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if government officials starting removing children out of the home and arresting parents for endangering the welfare of a child.

1 prayer | 12:48 PM

Total bloody washout

During the course of my hiatus from work, I dreamt of class work – especially the work I have to do for my English class. I woke up with an understanding of the entire concept my professor wished we all had, then that euphoria left me with a “I’m not going to get an ‘A’ in this class” feeling. That feeling has loomed about me during the remainder of the week and it increases as the days go by to where I have to return to class.

With that feeling of impending doom I have decided not to care about the class. I will try my best to bend to the professor’s desires without compromising my integrity and if I fail to meet his expectations, it’s his fault and not mine. I will then proceed to pour my heart and devotion to the art of writing into a letter directed to the dean of Liberal Arts and Sciences along with the chair of the English Department (which I do not believe the professor is) and explain to them in an utmost intelligent manner that the class would be better taught by a feces-flinging baboon.

Turning towards a different subject, I successfully completed two full days of work after my surgery. Everyone was immensely kind and gave me speedy recovery wishes, hell, I even received a couple of hugs. I didn’t mind so much the stack of paperwork in my inbox until I realized that it would take me three days to catch up. As I tilt my head to the rumor mill, I hear the faint whisperings of projects that will soon be taking residence in my inbox. It’s good to know that although I was missed greatly, I am expected to get my nose back the grindstone and complete some tasks.

The capital region currently is a skating rink and I left my skates in the closet. What would make the iced trees much better is if the sun would return and make it a shiny rink. Thus far, April has been a washout and the trend is expected to continue, with a snowstorm on Monday. My only wish is that we get a blizzard early in the day and close my college thus releasing me from the agony I know as Eng. Comp. I. It all returns full circle back to that bloody class. Until then, I’m be gnawing my fingernails off.

No prayers | 06:07 PM