i sit here shaking my head at the television...the texans scraped together a two point lead...with six minutes left, you just KNOW they are going to blow it...i remember when sundays used to be such a wonderful time...and now...i just close my eyes and hope that when i open them the texans have decided to actually play consistently...they cant just be consistently bad or good...they have to play well...then blow it...they play well and win or play badly and lose or play badly and win...year in and year out...which is sad given some of the excellent players we have...and then...the not-so-excellent players...*sighs*...
cg
Sunday, October 12, 2008
know your ABCs
when working with women, let us refresh our brains with a little course on Women In The Work Place...everyone ready??
A - antagonistic
women in the work place are notorious for their antagonism towards other females...in a striking study done by myself at my own work place, i was amazed at how the women lash out in subtle or not-so-subtle ways...whether they are threatened by another's performance or confidence or even if they are outraged that someone is getting away with something - women immediately pounce on the attack...the phrase "preemptive strike" originates here...dont wait until someone actually does something that directly influences you, oh no...be sure to smack that bitch down before she even has a clue what's coming...that way she knows the hierarchy of bitches...
B - bitch
all women in the work place are bitches...oh dont even try to say "but i know plenty of women who are good, hard-working blah blah blah" or "i am the nice one at work and i never get involved in that stuff"...*coughs* bullshit *coughs*....all women are bitches...some more so than others...but there are three main kinds (i like things to happen in threes...it is a nice number):
novice - she is the one that gets easily overwhelmed and, at times, will fall right into the melee without knowing what happened...she wants to stay focused at work but her ears pick up all the little bits of garbage here and there...she in no way could ever contend with the queen B and the queen B is hardly aware of her existence...but beware...sometimes the queen has a sharp eye and will attempt to bring the novice to her fold...
princess - she has it all...or so she thinks...she loves to talk...to the point that you almost wonder...who is she trying to convince?...her love life is pretty good and she will admit to having only the best things...she is very strong and sometimes people do not see her for what she is because of her happy smile and pleasant attitude...but...be very careful with this one...she is even more dangerous than the queen B because of she uses her charm to manipulate others...you are not to trust this little princess because she knows no loyalty but to herself...she will often place herself as a victim and can hide her identity with employers....when caught in a tangle with a queen B, however, she will bark and bite in self-defense...but in truth, she fears the queen B for her "intangibles"...she may aspire to queen status, but she has stepped on so many others that her reign will be precarious at best...
queen - she came forth from her mother's vagina hurling orders and making demands...she isnt necessarily unkind, but she knows what she wants...she has little time for the princess and the novice, but may take the time to rescue a novice if she feels the novice has "queen" potential...her morals are her own and are immovable...do not try to court her, princess, for you will get a very nasty sting...she watches the princess parade about and will, at times, remove her little tiara...but, generally, she has her own agenda...like all queens, some are honorable monarchs whilst others are power-hungry women intent on stepping on as many as it takes to get to the very top...however, all queens are susceptible to a coux...a well-planned take-over could have a queen out on her arse while the princess takes the crown...
C - control
what it all boils down to is - control...women enjoy feeling a certain amount of power and control at work...and when that control is threatened, then all sorts of lovely little problems form...what women fail to understand is this...you cannot control others...you can only control yourself...or maybe they understand that too well...
so, in conclusion...women are antagonistic bitches when they feel out of control or when feel they have no control...and yes, i am having bitch issues at work...the sad part is, they are dealing with a Queen who has little time for their display of foot-stamping and pathetic imitation of a woman wronged...shoo fly...don't bother me...
cg
A - antagonistic
women in the work place are notorious for their antagonism towards other females...in a striking study done by myself at my own work place, i was amazed at how the women lash out in subtle or not-so-subtle ways...whether they are threatened by another's performance or confidence or even if they are outraged that someone is getting away with something - women immediately pounce on the attack...the phrase "preemptive strike" originates here...dont wait until someone actually does something that directly influences you, oh no...be sure to smack that bitch down before she even has a clue what's coming...that way she knows the hierarchy of bitches...
B - bitch
all women in the work place are bitches...oh dont even try to say "but i know plenty of women who are good, hard-working blah blah blah" or "i am the nice one at work and i never get involved in that stuff"...*coughs* bullshit *coughs*....all women are bitches...some more so than others...but there are three main kinds (i like things to happen in threes...it is a nice number):
novice - she is the one that gets easily overwhelmed and, at times, will fall right into the melee without knowing what happened...she wants to stay focused at work but her ears pick up all the little bits of garbage here and there...she in no way could ever contend with the queen B and the queen B is hardly aware of her existence...but beware...sometimes the queen has a sharp eye and will attempt to bring the novice to her fold...
princess - she has it all...or so she thinks...she loves to talk...to the point that you almost wonder...who is she trying to convince?...her love life is pretty good and she will admit to having only the best things...she is very strong and sometimes people do not see her for what she is because of her happy smile and pleasant attitude...but...be very careful with this one...she is even more dangerous than the queen B because of she uses her charm to manipulate others...you are not to trust this little princess because she knows no loyalty but to herself...she will often place herself as a victim and can hide her identity with employers....when caught in a tangle with a queen B, however, she will bark and bite in self-defense...but in truth, she fears the queen B for her "intangibles"...she may aspire to queen status, but she has stepped on so many others that her reign will be precarious at best...
queen - she came forth from her mother's vagina hurling orders and making demands...she isnt necessarily unkind, but she knows what she wants...she has little time for the princess and the novice, but may take the time to rescue a novice if she feels the novice has "queen" potential...her morals are her own and are immovable...do not try to court her, princess, for you will get a very nasty sting...she watches the princess parade about and will, at times, remove her little tiara...but, generally, she has her own agenda...like all queens, some are honorable monarchs whilst others are power-hungry women intent on stepping on as many as it takes to get to the very top...however, all queens are susceptible to a coux...a well-planned take-over could have a queen out on her arse while the princess takes the crown...
C - control
what it all boils down to is - control...women enjoy feeling a certain amount of power and control at work...and when that control is threatened, then all sorts of lovely little problems form...what women fail to understand is this...you cannot control others...you can only control yourself...or maybe they understand that too well...
so, in conclusion...women are antagonistic bitches when they feel out of control or when feel they have no control...and yes, i am having bitch issues at work...the sad part is, they are dealing with a Queen who has little time for their display of foot-stamping and pathetic imitation of a woman wronged...shoo fly...don't bother me...
cg
Saturday, October 11, 2008
to the victors go the spoils
and in a fantastic display of college football...UT beat OU....*dances to "you're the best around" from the karate kid*....tsk tsk tsk...now if only the texans could get their shit together instead of blowing a decent lead and handing the fucking game over to the opposing team...
cg
cg
speechless wonder
being a very verbal person, it amazes me how often i am left speechless...i think it can be attributed to the fact that i mentally orchestrate conversations before and during a conversation...i stray from topics i am either uncomfortable with or would prefer not to discuss for whatever reasons...i retain a vagueness that can put people off...as direct as i am in many things, i will take the curvy road to ambiguity any chance i can...it keeps others at a distance and myself in control...
what is the purpose of this?...there is the distinct allure of playing a game with myself...it is never about the other person (and this happens with friends, family, and co-workers)...it is about my own limitations and desires to challenge my thought processes...i know that for many of you, you will instantly jump on the word "game" and think that my sole purpose is to manipulate others...and that is true, it happens as a side-effect...much like medication still in the beta form where the list of side-effects is long and often posing much danger to the taker...however, that is not the focus...the focus is stimulating my brain in so many ways that i become dizzy with the idea of taking that circuitous route to schizophrenic conversation...
but through all my efforts to become the multi-conversationalist within a single conversation, there are many moments that the driver becomes the passenger as the other person untangles my knot of words with a single pull of the smallest thread...and i am left there....speechless....wondering how in the hell did they manage to do that??
and it is always the ones that watch me twist and turn myself with mild interest, waiting until i am nearly finished and nearly satisfied with my work to inform me that i have spun a weave that has nothing to do with them and they neatly step aside leaving me with an armful of useless yarn...
cg
what is the purpose of this?...there is the distinct allure of playing a game with myself...it is never about the other person (and this happens with friends, family, and co-workers)...it is about my own limitations and desires to challenge my thought processes...i know that for many of you, you will instantly jump on the word "game" and think that my sole purpose is to manipulate others...and that is true, it happens as a side-effect...much like medication still in the beta form where the list of side-effects is long and often posing much danger to the taker...however, that is not the focus...the focus is stimulating my brain in so many ways that i become dizzy with the idea of taking that circuitous route to schizophrenic conversation...
but through all my efforts to become the multi-conversationalist within a single conversation, there are many moments that the driver becomes the passenger as the other person untangles my knot of words with a single pull of the smallest thread...and i am left there....speechless....wondering how in the hell did they manage to do that??
and it is always the ones that watch me twist and turn myself with mild interest, waiting until i am nearly finished and nearly satisfied with my work to inform me that i have spun a weave that has nothing to do with them and they neatly step aside leaving me with an armful of useless yarn...
cg
Saturday, October 4, 2008
the melody within
as i compose this post...as my fingers tap quietly against the keys...i hear a melody inside my head...again i picked up my father's guitar...such a simple little melody...i am learning by touch how to make the sounds...first one finger on the lowest note, then the others in a strum...only one string held down...alternates after four beats...i have an urge to sing...i havent sung in a very very long time...so very long...
i didnt want to put it down...but my fingers hurt so much that i had no choice...last week the tips were a bit bruised for a couple of days...the pain in my hands that is normally there did not help matters...but i ignore it...
do you ever just want to be somewhere so badly...and you try and try and try....but to no avail?...either the time isnt right or you just arent as ready for something as you thought you could be...or perhaps you will never be ready...but you dont stop...you just keep trying...because you want it so bad...so bad that it makes your heart ache...and your chest fills with something heavy...
there are so many things i want to do...i get so scared sometimes that i will never be able to do them all...that i will get lost...i lost the music for so long...not the songs that would sing in my head...but the music that sings in my heart...in my soul...that fills me more than any meal ever could...i feel it sometimes...like today...lurking...slippery through my hands...and i know that if i try to hold onto to it...it will slip away...
of all the guitars my father had left (he had sold many of them over the years) the last four that remained...three of them were bass guitars...i got the acoustic/electric...and it feels right...the melody isnt right...and it wont be great...but it doesnt have to be...sometimes the most amazing things are just that...simple...
funny how the first word out of my mouth while i was playing was "you"...and only one person came to mind...i wonder if my father could hear me trying to touch the melody with my heart...
cg
i didnt want to put it down...but my fingers hurt so much that i had no choice...last week the tips were a bit bruised for a couple of days...the pain in my hands that is normally there did not help matters...but i ignore it...
do you ever just want to be somewhere so badly...and you try and try and try....but to no avail?...either the time isnt right or you just arent as ready for something as you thought you could be...or perhaps you will never be ready...but you dont stop...you just keep trying...because you want it so bad...so bad that it makes your heart ache...and your chest fills with something heavy...
there are so many things i want to do...i get so scared sometimes that i will never be able to do them all...that i will get lost...i lost the music for so long...not the songs that would sing in my head...but the music that sings in my heart...in my soul...that fills me more than any meal ever could...i feel it sometimes...like today...lurking...slippery through my hands...and i know that if i try to hold onto to it...it will slip away...
of all the guitars my father had left (he had sold many of them over the years) the last four that remained...three of them were bass guitars...i got the acoustic/electric...and it feels right...the melody isnt right...and it wont be great...but it doesnt have to be...sometimes the most amazing things are just that...simple...
funny how the first word out of my mouth while i was playing was "you"...and only one person came to mind...i wonder if my father could hear me trying to touch the melody with my heart...
cg
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
