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Tuesday, October 7th, 2003
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8:22a - no need to worry 'cause i-i'm a professional
the shit's hitting the fan here at work and the stress level around me is chest-high and climbing. i need everyone in my department to calm the fuck down. i won't bore you with the details, but we are in the process of a structural re-alignment which will include absorbing BFS departments in our division as well as a 10 percent workforce reduction. we're the ones working on how to cut staff, so i think you can see how stressful that might be to some, especially as those in luxury positions (like myself, sam, toby, cj, margaret, donna and these women) realize that if war breaks out, we most likely won't be on air force one with the president. these people, however are being babies and need to realize that the staff reductions will originate in the loan servicing centers and not the back offices...okay, i lost you all round "air force one," didn't i?
what i'm really worried about are the speeches i'm going to have to write for larry, larry and john...the ones that break the news to the LFC's. the speeches that will start the wave of paranoia. i guess i could write one speech and have them all do the same one, but it would be nice to have them tailored to the individual agencies. my point is, how am i suposed to do that/ i need to find a way to make it sound like losing your job *could* be a good thing for you...and will dfeinitely be a good thing for the company, but i have to do that without being callous or condescending. this bites.
current mood: uncomfortable
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8:52a - horseshit!
according to some psychiatric clinic in britain, text messaging can be addictive. well, duh. how is this news? *anything* can be addictive, right? barring the craving for physically addictive substances, isn't the propensity to addiction a result of personality disorder? it's not like it's the fault of text messaging, you know? i can see the headlines tomorrow: biting the end of your pen proven addictive! beat the walking craving. water--addictive?
in related a related story, how funny is it that the Center For Online Addiction has a website?
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9:48a - telling people that she dreams of me being castrated-florentine is healthy?!?!
i know that when other people tell me about their dreams, it always bored the snot out of me...unless i'm in it. so, just pretend you're in this dream okay? so last night, i had the BEST DREAM EVER. not like a ewan mcgregor sex dream or anything, but it was like this whole movie, except i was in it. i wish i could remember more of it, because i could totally sell this to jerry bruckheimer and make a zillion dollars.
so, my dream. we're (and i say "we" because most of the friends i have now figure prominently in the plot) living in post-apocalyptic seattle. i'm not sure what exactly happened to destroy most of the world's population, but when it happened, me and rachel and jamie (which is weird since i don't hang out with those two girls usually) were at the seattle center and we saw the space needle collapse on top of the EMP. that was cool. so blah blah blah, eventually, the survivors gather in the underground city and we re-build. kind of like in robotech, how the humans re-construct macross city inside that zentraedi spaceship, you know? man. robotech is awesome.
anyway, 10 years later, all of the survivors have built this perfect new civilization. then our scientists tell us that it's okay to go outside because the stuff that could have killed us before should be gone by now...we send out an exploratory team (which, of course, consists of me, rachel, jamie and a few other people.) everything outside is destroyed...but in a cool way, like buildings haven't really collapsed, they've just tilted and rested on other buildings or bent over backwards. it's cool. we scout around and find the requisite human remains and such...and then we see some stuff that looks kind of familiar. we look up and we see the space needle that has fallen on top of the EMP and we realize that we're standing in the same place we were standing when whatever it was that happened, happened. and then the space needle falls again and we run like the dickens, narrowly escaping being crushed to death.
i don't remember what happens next, but there was something about a camp, so i'm assuming we found more surivors.
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3:33p - trees are fucking falling
you know that re-org i was chatting about earlier? the new head of our division, my new boss-lady is...deanna oppenheimer. she's the head of the board of trustees of the universoty of puget sound. she's like best friends with that skinny bird-legged bitch we call madam president. details to follow.
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