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| So yeah, the weeks are trading blows good for bad, alternating punches in a whirlwind of confusion, blood, sweat, and tears.
In another astonishing blow, the paragraph I was typing just
mysteriously disappeared as I was typing $108 in reference to how much
I spent on Oasis tickets I now have to sell. Why do I have to
sell them? My car in such a state replacing is necessary.
There was more. I typed it once, so the cartharsis took place to an extent.
Not everything is bad. There's quite a bit of good.
Just focussed on the negative right now.... Which I don't like.
gah. The irony of that cycle made me smile. Good to laugh
at yourself and your own, whatever really.
Feel better Wally. Bones heal.
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| The day after...
I'm fine. I didn't get drunk at all depsite my best efforts with
100 proof Hot Damn and some left over Courvoisier, but it's all
gravy. I had a good time last night until Jen got sicker than
I've seen anyone before. Feel better Jen.
Went back to work at the 'cino's yesterday...that was lame. I
really don't like working there. The job hunt starts today,
er...Monday proabably. I need a bunch of days off for Customs so
I can sway all the incoming pre-frosh to join my committee.
I am interning for Mad Booking this summer. I don't know why, but
I've wanted to work for them since I came down here. Expetations
may not be met, and disillusionment may occur, but at least I'll have
it on my resume!
The Cry Room thing did not work out for this summer, oh well. He said maybe in the fall, or whenever. I can wait.
The most daunting part of my job in the concerts office is what I have
to do now. Picking the shows, the dates, the...everything.
The committee doesn't give adequate feedback. All it ever is goes
along these lines, "yeah, that's good. We don't really know/care
as long as it's a show." That's gotta change. Once I get
moving on a band, it's all good and I feel better, but right now hurts
me. Build the scars, numb the tissue, and the future is easier.
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| A job offer and an internship interview scheduled in one day...wow good news abounds. I realized though that I'm really too busy. I'm getting to do half of what others are doing whether they like what they are doing or not, at least they are out there having experiences. These past two weeks especially have been strenuous and I've felt the need to have someone here. I used to having support from someone close to me and there is noone to fill the void anymore. Lots of friends, yes, but someone closer to lean on when needed, no. I'm sure I could ask someone, but then it's not the same. And I'm all mixed up about stuff anyway. | | |
| I woke up this morning, made two cups of coffee and sat down to watch
for the weather on the local news. Instead, I found a man trying
to cause conflict between two people who agreed on whatever issue it
was they were asked to speak about...hospital infections, I
think. Both people were obviously trying to convey their side,
which was the same, that hospitals should be held to higher standards
when it comes to procedures such as washing hands before every patient
encounter, or at least operations (which is something we all probably
thought happened anyway). The thing they agreed on was allowing
the public to have access to hospital infection statistics.
The interviewer was shocked when the first thing out of their mouths
was that they don't disagree. The teleprompter said they had
"very different" views on what should be done. Somebody had hurt
that poor boy in the video segment preceding the interview. One
of these two people must be the bad guy. If there is no bad guy,
how do we know who to fight? It has to be somebody concrete, not
a specter of a being such as chance...
The interviewer if flustered and resorts to the tricks learned in
interviewer school to make conflict happen (better ratings with
conflict mind you). His hand motions become frantic and labored;
he leans in with intense curiosity and furrowed brow no matter how
mundane the question; his voice interupts their's and speaks with dire
concern. But his tricks aren't working. Both people still
contend they really want people to be healthy. "Remedies for all;
infections for none!" This is their cause, united. Dumbfounded,
the interviewer listens to the voice in his ear and ends the interview
prematurely.
I wonder what happened after the interview. Who was punished for
such a horrendous blunder: allowing the public to hear and see
somebody other than themselves actually wants what is best for
them? Maybe they would no longer live in fear, knowing somebody
cares...
This is the worst thing that could happen. Ratings would drop and
TV ads for the things that comfort the worried mind would be
pulled. What a shame. They pay the best.
Somebody must've been punished. Maybe the interviewer for not
doing his job properly. Maybe it was the one who chose the piece,
a renegade insider dedicated to disseminating this well deserved
information...martyred on the spot... No, it was probably the two
interviewed for misrepresenting themselves to the producer. How
could they actually care about people? My guess is the producer
had them executed in the back alley for their crimes. Even if it
got out, this murder, it'd be headline news. Great for
ratings. No confusion. Clear bad guy. Lots of
conflict.
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| maybe a tame spring break isn't so bad. Cards can be fun.
Family can be good. And inspiration to make a change can be
found. Good. Let's go for that change, how
'bout it?
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