arise in jubilant song.
the truth shall set you free.
i sang joyfully all afternoon long. you see, my giant, life-sucking problem was removed once and for all at precisely 3:47pm Eastern Standard Time.
i'm still reeling from the tidal wave of juvenile drama that swept through the building these last few days. but no more. tomorrow is a new day.
insanity manifested.
things are out of control in my place of work. i cannot share details.
know this: liars will always be found out. the truth will collapse upon them. as long as i hold fast to the truth (the actual reality), i alone shall remain standing in the heap of rubble.
...it DOES make me nervous, however, to know that people are spreading falsehoods amongst coworkers.
it's also hard to fit in at work when everyone wants to talk about everyone else. i look like an oddball and feel a tad alienated from the "in" crowd.
wasn't this sort of thing supposed to disintegrate after junior high school?
the simple life.
i live much like laura ingles wilder. a few differences: instead of a fiddle, i have a laptop. (i am very dexterous.) instead of sitting in a room with a warm fire, i am sitting in a room with two televisions, two laptops, two cell phones and two types of chocolate.
let me explain. Linda (housemate) wanted to watch the game. I wanted to watch the office. we both sort of wanted to watch what the other person was watching. Linda decided to move the TV from her room into the living room so we could do both. we are both doing work on our computers. we mute the little tv during commercials.
ps i'm not sure Laura Ingles Wilder had a fiddle.
happy days
i can't believe it's been almost an entire month since my last post--much has happened. i'm headed off to work in just a few moments, so here's a story for the road.
as many of you know, i do not like to shop very often. last night, though, i stepped inside a department store while i waited for a friend to meet me for dinner. i felt totally out of place. Actually, i couldn't remember the last time i was in a department store. see, whenever i feel the urge to purchase new clothing articles, i generally wander into a consignment shop.
so there i was, aimlessly and awkwardly meandering through designer labels when i spotted a shirt that marginally appealed to me. $70. what the...?
you've got to be kidding.
anyway i looked through the rack because i had time to kill. i noticed that one of these $70 shirts actually had a tag that said $34. i decided to try it on.
i liked it. i figured i'd treat myself.
the woman at the register proved to be totally incompetent/new. this worked in my favor. the shirt rang up at $17. still pricey for me...but when you think about it, i basically got a non-sale item for 75% off. not too shabby...
high ho, high ho. off to work.
