It is a sad triumph that working people take in that clock hand hitting five. Suddenly they are all like ‘VICTORY’, I made through another day. Then they often think they are entitled to some sort of reward, and that is how most alcoholics started out. With that after work drink. There might be something- I should come back to it.
Since I am getting married (yay and happy dance- because people are convinced I am not nearly as excited as I should be) I am no longer confused by my status as an adult. Of course I am grown-up. An actual (rather adorable) boy-man wants to marry me. And once I am hitched- I will be Ma-what-what. Wait, I think I need a kid for that title. Crap! I digress, as usual.
My point was going to be that as a full-fledged adult, I need job satisfaction. Sure annoying colleagues whose thought patterns are obscure and dull management make that hard, but not impossible. So I pledge to go against the tide. To take pleasure in ALL my work and not just the creative bits.
And now I am off to celebrate my victory!
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Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
A labour of something akin to love
So I am still obsessing about my new blog. Today’s focus of aforementioned obsession is will my blog be different, interesting and uniquely me?
I think not. I shouldn’t probably say this but then again I should be fully engrossed with a task my boss has just given me. There was no deadline attached- to me that is always code for “when you can get around to it”.
Back to my dilemma. Whilst I do get that South Africa is not exactly the U.S where blogs have made many a tacky writer famous- I live in hope. Who knows right? Some wildly rich publisher might just think me brilliant. Although I also worry that a blog does not exactly show off a writer’s talent.
Back to dilemma for real- will my blog be different from all the others? The reasons I tend to doubt are these:
• I started the blog after reading a couple and thinking to myself- I can do that.
• I really want to give little nicknames to everybody I write about- which everybody does
• I have no clear focus at the moment of what this is exactly about
• Sooner or later- the one person presently reading this will tire of my insecurity and move back to relishing Perez Hilton
I was also wondering if all the scandalous things I shall surely write about will someday be used against me in a court of law. But things I need to get to the getting.
p.s I am absurdly happy that I have four followers. I am not sure what it means exactly but I was like yay- 4 people cared enough to click on ‘follow’.
p.s.s The euphoria of boss coming back from France is wearing off. Especially because his assistant is still away and I always hate being the stand in because like does anybody here really know how smart I am?
I think not. I shouldn’t probably say this but then again I should be fully engrossed with a task my boss has just given me. There was no deadline attached- to me that is always code for “when you can get around to it”.
Back to my dilemma. Whilst I do get that South Africa is not exactly the U.S where blogs have made many a tacky writer famous- I live in hope. Who knows right? Some wildly rich publisher might just think me brilliant. Although I also worry that a blog does not exactly show off a writer’s talent.
Back to dilemma for real- will my blog be different from all the others? The reasons I tend to doubt are these:
• I started the blog after reading a couple and thinking to myself- I can do that.
• I really want to give little nicknames to everybody I write about- which everybody does
• I have no clear focus at the moment of what this is exactly about
• Sooner or later- the one person presently reading this will tire of my insecurity and move back to relishing Perez Hilton
I was also wondering if all the scandalous things I shall surely write about will someday be used against me in a court of law. But things I need to get to the getting.
p.s I am absurdly happy that I have four followers. I am not sure what it means exactly but I was like yay- 4 people cared enough to click on ‘follow’.
p.s.s The euphoria of boss coming back from France is wearing off. Especially because his assistant is still away and I always hate being the stand in because like does anybody here really know how smart I am?
Monday, May 24, 2010
Maybe this Time
I am new to blogging, therefore I am not quite sure what blog etiquette is. For instance- can you have more than one post in one day? You might think this simple enough to answer. I mean it’s only natural that more than one thing happens in a day. But maybe one should rather wait till the end of the day and write about it in its entirety.
Well here it goes:
• I woke up
• Went to work
• Hugged my boss who’d just come back from Cannes
• Started a blog
• Mused if said blog is going to make me famous
The above is not exactly riveting stuff. The reason I came back to post something else though is slightly more profound than describing my day- if I may be so bold. I told my boyfriend on the way home that I had started a blog. His initial response was- “baby what happened to the book you had just started?”
It is on hold. I tend to do that quite a bit. Put things on hold. I blame my parents of course- they should have equipped me with the skills to not put things on hold. To be a follow-throughwer.
So I find myself wondering...will this blog be yet another aspect of my life that is shelved?
It is eerie being almost 27- looking at your life and thinking there is still so much time to live and do things. But I was once 21 and thought the same. Time is a sneaky little bitch.
The point is I do not know if this blog will still hold my interest tomorrow. I hope it does- because there is a lot of fuckery in the world that somebody needs to write about.
Tomorrow I’ll learn how to dismantle shelves.
Well here it goes:
• I woke up
• Went to work
• Hugged my boss who’d just come back from Cannes
• Started a blog
• Mused if said blog is going to make me famous
The above is not exactly riveting stuff. The reason I came back to post something else though is slightly more profound than describing my day- if I may be so bold. I told my boyfriend on the way home that I had started a blog. His initial response was- “baby what happened to the book you had just started?”
It is on hold. I tend to do that quite a bit. Put things on hold. I blame my parents of course- they should have equipped me with the skills to not put things on hold. To be a follow-throughwer.
So I find myself wondering...will this blog be yet another aspect of my life that is shelved?
It is eerie being almost 27- looking at your life and thinking there is still so much time to live and do things. But I was once 21 and thought the same. Time is a sneaky little bitch.
The point is I do not know if this blog will still hold my interest tomorrow. I hope it does- because there is a lot of fuckery in the world that somebody needs to write about.
Tomorrow I’ll learn how to dismantle shelves.
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