January 23rd, 2003

Sea dragon

Was it my dinner?

I dreamed last night that Siouxsie Sioux was dancing in front of me in an outfit that was so tight that her breasts were completely on display. I was oddly compelled to watch them as she shimmied around in her skin tight outfit. Was it the lasagna?

After mahjong last night at Cafe Vita, I realized that I had a deadline coming up for the "Smuterati" article for Tablet. I checked my email at 10:45, and WOW! The deadline is (what now is) today! So I rushed through my shower so I could get a little writing in before I went to bed, which of course meant that I was up until midnight, which of course means that I feel hung over today and I'm ACHING for a cup of tea. Fortunately, there are plenty of electrical outlets below my desk. I just have to be surreptitious about where I keep the tea kettle at night.
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Sea dragon

How about a little TENSION BACKACHE, Scarecrow?

I came in this AM and my supervisor was standing next to my cube with yet another facilities person and several pieces of paper with maps of the office on them. I asked what was up, and she said that they had to move 20 people over here tomorrow, and I was going to be moving into an office that I would be sharing with someone else. Goodbye, window with view of the nature preserve and lovely sunsets. At least I get to sit with John. Too bad he didn't get the job at Solu (space inserted to confuse Google) cient. I think after digesting how the interview went and what a freak his supervisor to be would have been, he didn't mind all that much.

On the other hand, our supervisor came up to him today and asked him if he was interested in transferring to another project when this one wraps. That was before he got turned down. And of course what I'm asking myself is, why not me? Have they figured out what a fuckup I am? Maybe I shouldn't take that walk outside I was going to do today. So I didn't, and here I am, fucking off again but with a tension backache. Fie.