What is that for?
So in a politically stupid move yesterday I'm kinda sorta maybe pretty fucking sure that I totally pissed off my boss. This isn't the subject of this post. I mean it sets the tone and shit but it isn't what it's about. If you're scratching your head and wondering how I pissed off my boss be sure that it had to do with not fully reading an email thread that I forwarded to him with a little 'fyi' at the top. That always gets me into trouble. I think I'm better off with the fuck the status leave me alone and keep paying me attitude that has worked so well in the past. OK I saw a small chunk of "Office Space" last night.
I digress. Have you noticed that I can digress before I even fucking start? Have I raised digressing to the level of an art form? um... no. But It is funny to make jokes about it especially when I'm doing it again even now. You got that didn't you? Self-referential and all. I love it.
OK so I was unhappy because of my political lack of savy. Or my total lack of savy and this just showed up in the political/work area of my life -- quite a possiblity.
I was unhappy about work. That's really all the above has to accomplish. It's true I felt like shit taking my dog into meet with a trainer so the trainer could tell me if he is a social moron still or not or if I managed to knock it out of him. For the record he passed and is allowed to socialize with other dogs now. It's like a doggy party permit, but isn't very useful because he has no balls. I mean that literally not figurativly of course. I mean he doesn't have balls because a vet (presumably) somewhere cut them off. I presume it was a vet and not a hobbiest dog nueterer.
I was unhappy at work. And I fixed it. Did I fix my fuck up? yes but that's not what I mean to write about. I fixed it after this part. I asked myself, "what is work for?"
I replied, as I often do alone or with dog(s) in the car, "I keep going and they keep paying me"
I moved forward with my socratic style with myself, "Are they still paying you?"
"yes" (I'm so clever when I'm be socratic with myself)
I lead myself to the conclusion, "So what's the problem?"
oh ya. I'm not getting canned over this. I keep going they keep paying me. Problem solved.
So solved in fact I slept well...
I digress. Have you noticed that I can digress before I even fucking start? Have I raised digressing to the level of an art form? um... no. But It is funny to make jokes about it especially when I'm doing it again even now. You got that didn't you? Self-referential and all. I love it.
OK so I was unhappy because of my political lack of savy. Or my total lack of savy and this just showed up in the political/work area of my life -- quite a possiblity.
I was unhappy about work. That's really all the above has to accomplish. It's true I felt like shit taking my dog into meet with a trainer so the trainer could tell me if he is a social moron still or not or if I managed to knock it out of him. For the record he passed and is allowed to socialize with other dogs now. It's like a doggy party permit, but isn't very useful because he has no balls. I mean that literally not figurativly of course. I mean he doesn't have balls because a vet (presumably) somewhere cut them off. I presume it was a vet and not a hobbiest dog nueterer.
I was unhappy at work. And I fixed it. Did I fix my fuck up? yes but that's not what I mean to write about. I fixed it after this part. I asked myself, "what is work for?"
I replied, as I often do alone or with dog(s) in the car, "I keep going and they keep paying me"
I moved forward with my socratic style with myself, "Are they still paying you?"
"yes" (I'm so clever when I'm be socratic with myself)
I lead myself to the conclusion, "So what's the problem?"
oh ya. I'm not getting canned over this. I keep going they keep paying me. Problem solved.
So solved in fact I slept well...
posted by J.R. at 12:49 PM
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I am not prepared to concede that work can't offer me more than that. I am too young to give up. I may have had a birthday, but I am still too young.
um, by "that" I meant a paycheck. In case that wasn't obvious.
I don't mean for anybody but me and I'm sure a lot of people get a lot more out of their jobs, but for me the #1 thing is the $$.
I don't want to derive much more from that because I don't really have any choices about really who I work with or for. Right now that stuff is mostly great, but we're just one re-org away from complete randomness all the time.
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