So today has been a good one thus far. Got up, threw a load in the washer and worked out. Came back and threw them in the dryer and got in a shower and a home-done pedicure. Now I'm at work.
There are just so many people in the world. Certainly it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round... but sometimes there are certain types that just grate my nerves like walking/talking cheese graters.
I don't think it is so much to ask to be able to walk into work and have a nice conversation with my coworkers. To just simply share the human experience of connecting to one another through things as simple as the weather and as complex as sadness.
What do I get? A gossip. Negativity. Bitchiness.
I'm sorry "Jim," I feel that there are more ways to converse with my fellow coworkers than to simply badmouth them. I hope that you don't talk about me behind my back when I'm not around--just to give you something to talk about.
I'm not here to discuss the raging insecurities you must feel deep within that you have to defame the character of the people around you. How desperate you are to make other people look bad so you're not left standing alone dead on the inside and just as ugly on the outside.
No, Jim, I'm here to discuss the fact that you're just another person out there that constantly tries to make me lose my faith in humanity.
I don't believe people are inherently good, but I do feel that most people have given up the good fight to be good... to do what is right.
But I digress; I claim to be no angel. I think the healthiest thing is to just let my words to him when he told me how a coworker (in a higher ranking department mind you) gave a customer a credit for their NSF charge (and accused him of not having the authority--which is a lie because HE IS the authority when we call UP to them): "Jim, that's really a strange thing for you to be concerned about."
Apparently he's been rather quiet since then... FOR ONCE!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Yes, there is humor in the title..
Not only is it the metonymic adage coined by English author Edward Bulwer-Lytton in 1839 for his play Richelieu, it's the throw-back to the Jeopardy mock from the geniuses at SNL: http://www.funnyjunk.com/movies/8806/ (sorry Blogger isn't currently letting me insert links, copy and paste works!)
The best part of words, they can be weapons. They can cut deep. They can also heal, transform and comfort. The might in the written word is often overlooked by those with limited vernacular--though I occasionally speak the every man's poetry of curses so I can't judge.
This blog in a sense is a way for me to exercise my favorite passion--writing. There will be personal accounts, prose, fiction and non, and anything else I feel like writing. Writing for the sake of keeping this seemingly lost art in the days of text-speak and the degeneration of our youth's ability for proper spelling and grammar.
I hope there to be humor and seriousness alike. I can't hold myself to too much promise on the outcome; simply see where it evolves!
The best part of words, they can be weapons. They can cut deep. They can also heal, transform and comfort. The might in the written word is often overlooked by those with limited vernacular--though I occasionally speak the every man's poetry of curses so I can't judge.
This blog in a sense is a way for me to exercise my favorite passion--writing. There will be personal accounts, prose, fiction and non, and anything else I feel like writing. Writing for the sake of keeping this seemingly lost art in the days of text-speak and the degeneration of our youth's ability for proper spelling and grammar.
I hope there to be humor and seriousness alike. I can't hold myself to too much promise on the outcome; simply see where it evolves!
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