it’s criminal to spend as much time on the internet as i have in the past week at work… but… yeah, there’s no excuse. i just don’t want to work, and i would much rather read the musings of my friends via web journals and email.
yesterday i came back from austin and for some *ridiculous* reason had decided to only take the morning off. therefore, i had to come in and work during the afternoon. which was the *last* thing i felt like doing after having�a lovely time in austin with seth w. and josh k. and then a nice lunch with jesse g. back in h-town at empire.
plus it’s fucking hot in houston.
so i pull out this dress that i haven’t worn in ages and put it on, simply because it’s so hot and i don’t care.
i am definitely donating this dress to goodwill after yesterday.
but it was good as a symbolic tool to display my disinterest in work.
apparently it was *too* good cos then my boss asked me, out of the blue, if�i planned on sticking around after next year is up (signifying the end of my 2 year commitment). it was like this strange, sudden, defining moment for posh deluxe.
and i hear myself saying, “no, probably not.” whoah!
and he was totally cool with it! and i felt very liberated and free. i just… wasn’t expecting that moment to happen so soon.
but the problem with it occuring yesterday is that already i am thinking about what i would rather be doing. and it’s just not time yet. i still have another year of this job. and i think that’s what is supposed to happen. i just need to buck up and deal with it.
so one problem, i think, with this webjournal business, is that there is this pressure to write things that sound hip or poetic. and sometimes you just need to rant or babble or write things in basic terms. even if it doesn’t sound interesting. so i refuse to feel bad for writing something that i am thinking, even if it doesn’t come across in very prosaic terms.
so, yeah.
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