how to kill a dot com

No one knows what is happening to the sad pieces of our company. That's ok. I'll just come to work every day. I'm just so damn sick and tired of the whole thing anyways.

One year, seven months and twelve days, I've watched this company make mistake after mistake. Sigh, what a pity. I built them a process that saved millions and improved our production enormously. What did they do? They broke it up and sent it overseas! Screwed themselves right over. Fired the best and brightest, stuck with the idiots and the savage backstabbing conniving witches.

Why am I still here? Cause they're afraid to let me go. Maybe they know just how screwed they would be. Though I think they worry that I'll bring a gun into the office or something. Fools. I could run this place better than this rich kid wannabes and faux intelligent, khaki-pants-wearing boot licking morons. Just cause you can speak that meaningless jargon and wear coporate slave clothes doesn't make you a manager. The best manager I had was fired, because "he was more loyal to his shift than the company." Yeah, what a shame that he cared about the employees and making things work.

Hey Miss Rio, you want to help me burn the building down? We could hang the sign from the 360 bridge and light it on fire.

Well, since I was brilliant yesterday and went running outside in the freezing weather, I think I'm getting sick. I have that wretched feeling in the back of my throat. Makes me want to claw it out, drink salt water, anything to stop that sensation of disease creeping up in me.

pens and feathers and all other instruments

Finished the second Attanasio book today, The Eagle and the Sword. It had less of the polished depth that suffused the first one, but I'm enjoying his rendition of the Arthurian legend. It's rather unique. The Dragon and The Unicorn is something to read.

you feel the constant straining, she reappears divine

I decided to take a break from all the Slavic stuff over the break. I'm reading some history and some random pieces of fiction right now, just stuff I want to read. Stuff that I don't have to write papers about or analyze in terms of political or psychological structure. There is freedom in reading Edith Wharton and just enjoying it.

Also reading The Pope's Elephant by Silvio Bedini. It's well done, charming writing, with ample illustrations of Pope Leo X's white elephant Hanno. A weird side note to the history of Portugal, Rome, and the Vatican.

I have a stack of books I need to read, but part of me already wants to go back to the bookstore...

someone help us understand

This weekend, I need to start reviewing my Czech. Have to get it back into shape before school starts again, so my teacher can't torment me too much. Professor P. is supposed to be teaching the class, though the university's site says it will be Professor C. Hmm. Not good. I know eventually I'm going to have to take classes from C. but now? I don't want to take my Czech from him. Especially if the stripper is going to be in my class again. Not that I mind her so much, she is perfectly sweet and friendly. But C. has an eye for undergraduate girls, and he can be even more ribald than Professor L. L. I can handle, we're friends and I've gotten used to him. Sigh. Enough whining about my classes.

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