The Visible Woman...March 25, 2002

.Monday, March 25, 2002

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"Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business is only sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things."
Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

it's only a job

I wake up and want to stay in bed. Wanting to stay in bed because I'm still tired and also because I don't want to face the day. I do weekends much better than work at the moment.

But I do get up. FFP is folding towels on the bed, having used up all the available ones last night washing Chalow because she apparently found something dead to roll in. He makes me coffee, too. He is so sweet.

It seems to take me too long to get ready. I've let my hair get too long and it takes too long to dry.

I fool around with my journal before going to work. I am supposed to join an industry group's call-in meeting. I am not prepared to contribute anything, however. And I've been called to some other meeting. Any excuse will do, I suppose.

So, I go to that meeting and before the meeting some guy casually says maybe I'll report to him or someone reporting to him when he decides. So. OK. So, I'm kind of an a--hole about it. I meet with him. Yep, I'll report to you but not some manager who reports to you. Nope. And...you know what. It doesn't matter. Work is such a joy. The guy really seems OK. I think we can get along.

And then I have to go home early after a little more work because FFP's car went kaput (battery) and my ride goes early. I'm in a foul mood. I'm helpless and ineffectual.

Lemon Grass Thai Restaurant with friends. I go on about Halle (um, is it hall-e??? I wasn't paying attention I thought it was Hail because she was acting so saintly I guess?). So, I suck, too. Because I haven't bothered to learn to pronounce the teary-eyed actress' name? The one who thinks she represents all blacks? (And maybe, um, whites, too?) Like I care.

Still the food is delicious. I have this red curry. Our friends are excited because two of them have been in West Austin News in FFP's column. The wine tastes good. Life is good. Except for work and my stupidity, of course. Yeah, and my depression. Otherwise great. No...chin up...it.is.great.

JUST TYPING
I could work hard.
If I were sure.
That the goals
Were all that clear.
Sometimes.
You think.
That by not accomplishing.
A thing.
You have actually made.
The greatest contribution.
By adding nothing.
To the pile of ideas.
To be filed.
To be reviewed.
Overridden.
Derided.
Discarded.
Discredited.

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