We have to get back to posting.... its been too long. Its like my friends do it, so why dont I? haha, peer pressure... ah the pressure, of a BLOG!
You know what came to mind when I wrote that last sentence...the part of Pretty Woman, where they (prostitute 1 and prostitute 2) are trying to figure out who it (selling their bodies) really works for...and Julia tells prostitute 2 (cant for the life of me remember her name) to give her the name of just one person it has worked for.... and she sits there, ponders a moment with her fingers pressed against her temples and says...ah the pressure (pause) of a name! Moments later she cries out, in the unedited version...CINDER-FUCKIN-RELLA. Sorry Mom, I posted a fould word.
I could be doing a million other things right now (currently I am seated at the desk in my workplace ..whoops) but I am vicariously rebelling against the man... the man we speak of just happens to be off today.
So in reality if I was strong enough to rebel, I think that would need to take place when he is present...so instead i am sneakily rebelling and posting and surfing and shopping and messaging..and all the other fun things you can do while you are strapped to your chair with the burden of Adulthood and responsibility hanging over my head.
The idea of writing my resignation resounds in my mind daily... being in charge of my own success sounds like a fabulous dream..but then reality strikes in and bills are due, and health insurance is needed, and that corporate slum's only redeeming quality shines through, the promise of check arriving every two weeks. It may not even be enough to cover my needs (which it isn't), but the assurance that at 12:01 every other friday morning money will be there.
Break Time... too much water again.
I just took a little break to the loo, and do you know what I found there....an unused tampon opened, out of package, resting peacefully on the brushed metal paper holder. Unfortunately I had already assumed the stance by the time I recognized what I saw, so I sat there quietly contemplating the actions of my peers. Who does that? How did the rightful owner of most necessary commodity, just decide that she would leave it for the viewing pleasure of the next pee dancing patron. Surely, if I hadnt waited so long, I wouldnt have had to dance my way into the stall at the complete disregard of what surrounded me. Big High Five to my coworkers...thats the kind of high class force we have here.
Maybe if I werent blogging, I would have taken my loo break earlier, and avoided this dreadful scene.
I am off to message, surf, and shop some more...
I am Nuts...he is cents :)