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| My assignments at work today were few and far-between. I had two things to accomplish, to be exact, both of them trivial and meaningless while still maintaining that oh-so-particular grimness which, while greeted with incredulity, indeed has the power to kill. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Bokay, but if I could be even more specific. Right now my job consists of running a series of tests on data provided to our team. If there is any sort of problem, that problem must be entered via a web-based app called Mercury Quality Center. Prominent in the myriad of problems I face is the reality that Mercury Quality Center is about an adequate a web-based app as the abacus is a quantum computer. Also orbiting Planet Suck is the fact that the Defect Descriptions we write, in all their Teutonic glory, are combed through by a management team based in an impregnable Cincinnatti fortress light years away. We Chicago scoobs are then reprimanded by phone or IM for any and all inconsistencies found in Defect Descriptions and treated accordingly.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Which brings me back to the Itinerary for today: 2 items. It was like a national holiday, but one where you wake up early, look good and go sit in a chair for 8 hours. What's that one again? Memorial Day?
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| Sabbaticals were meant for more,
Than running away and yearning.
They're like a good replenisher,
Filled with 'hoo-ray' and learning.
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From the deepest of sleeps I emerge, fellow squeebs! At the close of every semester I find it acceptable to hibernate inside a cave of blankets, slithering out only to slake my minimal caloric demand and to soak in the bosom of a warm bathtub. I am hardly seen before I hurry back into darkness. This misunderstood ritual is to some a symptom of sociopathic madness (hehe!) and to others a necessary decompression - after all, the cruel mistress WEETON spares not the rod!
However, the acquisition of a winter job working the cash register at Drysdale's (a la winter of 2005) has forced this tender-loving scoob to roust himself out of his self-imposed sensory deprivation chamber and into the interminable Holiday Gallery of Crazies, where Retail's frightening gaze quickens all who appraoch to abandon hope...
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Merry X-Mas to all - and to all a good night!
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| Aim the laser because I can;
Fry the empty, thought-less man.
Rinse the ashes down the drain;
We've tenderized your brain.
It's all fair game
And, so, shall be
Destroyed - not unlike
Everything.
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I'm so tired of everything today - I returned from a wonderful vacation(truly!) only to find that I have zero tolerance for the people aroundme. Horrid! I simply must find some patiencesomewhere. But until further notice, I am officially 'on edge.'
Por ejemplo, I know I should be sleeping right now, but how on earthwill I be able to sit still long enough for that? It's all I cando to not further decimate my Xanga archives and eliminate all contactwith the outside world. My dream life just isn't that appealing(though usually it is!).
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Perhaps the title of this post is misleading, since my heretopromisedsabbatical is being ostensibly cut short. Or perhaps it meanssomething far more disturbing?
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| …dinken flicka…
Buena vista, scoobs! September is never here just to hang out - no, sir - school comes riding in on the fair steed September, armed with cold steel and the arrows of Work. What the heck, September?! Anyhow, on to my MAIN point...
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TENDER IS THE SABBATICAL!
Witness Curses Darkness
I have always been a fan of Xanga, with a few exceptions (they forced me to embrace 'Premium' status for some bedeviled trial run back in '04.). Before I make my sabbatical official, I wish to reflect on what has happened since I became a Xangophile:
Our solar system has lost one of its planets.
A man named Kinky has announced a run for Governor of Texas.
Polygamy has become a buzzword again.
Mitch Hedburg has passed away.
... that might be it. I don't know. Oh! I definitely met They Might Be Giants.
That's the best one!
But for now, my sloppy love affair with xanga-dot-com-slash-tenderisthemind must be swept under the Rug of Life, to make way for the End Table of the Grueling Task Mistress Wheaton College.
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