Revolting Door

This is why. Because let’s say I’m working on a project. I have Word open and I’m typing, writing a paper or whatever. Then my thought starts shifting and instead of writing about some company’s marketing strategy I start writing about my classmate who sits next to me, who I can’t help but respect, who I also feel a little sorry for, and who gives me this dreadful feeling inside. So after I have written a paragraph about her in my marketing strategy paper I feel obliged to come here and copy/paste this paragraph so it doesn’t get lost after I delete it from my paper.

So here goes it:

“She gets a kick of how much she is in control of her own life, of every single detail she’s doing – at her job, with her schoolwork, with her kids – and she also gets a kick of how well she’s juggling all of these three major chunks of her life, all three equally and perfectly well managed. I wonder how often she has sex with her husband. (Well, I don’t know - maybe she’s a tigress in the bedroom…) Even if you put the sex aside, I wonder how often this woman is really *having fun*. Almost everything about her intimidates me but one thing - her obvious lack of interest/time to take care about herself - bushy eyebrows, dead hair, kind of fat. I see myself telling this woman to chill out and sit back and relax and I even see myself dragging her to a spa for a day. Unfortunately she probably has no idea how well I can evaluate her and she thinks I’m some snotty unreliable missy.”

So for this very reason I am obviously not in charge of my own life, even without a job and without kids, and with paper unfinished, and late for the gym. Oh well

Some people answer unknown numbers. Other people screen. I screen almost always. Very rarely there would be an instance when I feel so ready to speak to anyone I would pick up an unknown number. Sometimes I even screen my friends.

I went to a career fair yesterday. One of those events where there are over a hundred employers present, thousands of people circulating around, exchanging millions of germs while delivering their 20-second self-selling pitches over and over and over again. That’s the kind of event I find the closest to a massive orgy, without taking any clothes off, in fact everyone is dressed up in their most professional suits in the most boring colors. The sluttiest thing to do after prostitution, and yet you get no money out of it.

But that’s not the point. So this company called me today to sign me up for an information session next week, and I screened. Then I called back and left one of the most retarded messages a human can leave. I’m pretty sure out of the “Most retarded voicemails in human history ever left”-list 75% are mine. But that’s not the point either. When they called me back, the girl on the phone was like “I’m sorry we missed your called, but earlier you missed ours when we called, so something something something…” so I’m wondering, does every little thing you do that’s against the socially acceptable norms eventually backfire at you? And if it does, how long does it take for you to realize that?

In this connection, a misunderstanding at work didn’t get me fired yesterday, but I’m sure it added a thick layer (maybe the paddy) to the hamburger it takes one to build in order to get fired.

I’m happy that I’ll be hanging out with my friends this weekend, and I’m thankful for feeling much more energetic, cheerful, sexual and overall happy ever since the four days of fever I endured a few weeks ago. “Developing a fever gives the immune system a boost[…]”