to whom it may concern

Ok.

So, you chewed me out because of what I've written on facebook.
Fine.
I deserved that.
However, did you even for a second stop to think about WHY I wrote those things on facebook, and didn't tell you directly. Is it because you only read them because you're a friend of a friend?
Considering that we meet at least once a week, and it's been months since I sent a friends-request on facebook to you ... mmh, yea.
Let's just start with that one.

Secondly, want to hear face to face what I think about anything, you've got to do three things.
STOP (with what else you're doing).
LISTEN (to what I have to say and not just hear it)
and lastly
THINK (before you reply or act on what I said).
Three hard things for people on the go to do, I know, but if you can't do those three things, I don't see any point in even trying to tell you what I think.

Do you think that I've made things difficult for you?
Sure, I may have caused some inconvenience for you.
However, either you're underestimating the importance of my good will,
or you're overestimating the effect of my ire.
I'm not sure which would be the most flattering of the two.

I am certain you'll contest both those standpoints.
If the effect of my ire isn't as great as you've made it seem when you berated me, then why bring it up? Also, in such a case, then my good will isn't important either.
If my good will is important to you, then why on earth would I have typed those things I published?

It would be nice if you could sit down and write a reply,
read it through twice,
then start with a blank page and write it again before posting.

In mourning

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; ... - Life isn't always fair; - And maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies, don't spend more than you can earn and adults, not children, are in charge. His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife Discretion, his daughter Responsibility, and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers - I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, do nothing

no letter

I had planned to write a letter to various explaining how I feel about ... well lots of things. But I can't since I now have a co-worker sitting next to me working with his own stuff, but still talking to me. Which is slightly annoying.

Oh well. I'll just work with what I can (ie, pure data-entry and no image manipulation).

net access!

I have net access today!

It means, I can work. I can't to all I'm supposed to, since I refuse to use Microsoft Paint to edit images.
Could I do the editing with that cra-- that software? Yes, but I'd so much rather have access to a computer less than 5 years old, updated, and work with GIMP.

Yesterday I spent the whole day pretending to work, while doing all manner of other stuff that wasn't work.
I don't think anybody of them noticed.
It's a bit of gamble to write about it here on the web-log, since the boss, theoretically anyway, find and read it. If he does, he deserves that and some other not so fancy truths.
One of the other truths is that I am here not because I need to, only because I want to. I've actually got other possible jobs lined up and waiting. The day I tire of being here I'm gone.

no work done

I'm at my job trying to work. Please note the operative word "trying".
Not much success there though. My mind is ... non-cooperative in respect of work. Maybe if I had a workstation away from co-workers and customers I -might- be able to focus a bit better.
Most likely, I wouldn't be able to focus any better, or worse, if I was sitting on my own.

I think I know what the problems are, but ... no idea how to deal with 'em.
Maybe a couple of stiff drinks would help me forget them for a while. It won't solve the problems, but at least they won't gnaw away at my shreds of sanity.