hung over on lack of sleep-resetting schedule for tmr.
after sleepin late from readin joke posts from cracked.com, woke early to head out fer the temp gig at drydock ave. bumped into molly on the bus the way there.
the day was pretty lame overall-was paid to essentially be a high school gym coach. along the way though, got to figure out more about the network and the organization. was pretty laid back-got to bounce a basketball fer an hour at the office. lunch at pete's wasn't that bad either, but i think the fries were a bit stale.
lolz ensued as the Federal Protective Service has a number 1877-4-FPS-411. thought it was a live FAQ hotline for first person shooters. as i came back to base, some guy off the bus threw something in a trash can, then ran away. turns out it was Fidelity investment research-odd place to dispose of things.
got some surprise business done, followed by a confirmation of pervading thoughts and understandings. feelin tired, so might head to bed early. lookin forward to gettin back on the work track.
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apparently the government has strict regulations about overtime, but will vehemently and gladly hand out money to inept people for their elementary tasks. today, it was all about learning to start and stop a watch, as well as waiting and clicking the X in the window. feelin special...or perhaps a lil guilty cause it's really...REALLY that easy.
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cringe as you imagine what ppl will kill for in order to be stable in their lives. really, what is 1 billion dollars to a country? merely pieces of paper.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
chinese pork dumplings
plans will go awry, but we do what we can to contain the nature of randomness
after losin out on some gametime last night, woke around 1:30 and headed to Southie to pick up a package. the lady remembered the wrong bus route, had to hike it out fer a few. the ppl in southie aren't really ones to look at-and everywhere it seemed that everyone had a kid, with them on the street.
after discoverin the package wasn't what i thought it was, dumped it on broadway and let other ppl take care of it-was funny to see two women try to reassemble it. took the 9 and headed out to prudential. messed round fer a bit, din't collect any debts, but kept my head up.
back to base, did some cleanin, quiet time, some reading. learned about oxygen deprivation, the "true" version of freestyle and misconceptions, and a couple other topics as well. some late night harassment via the internet and home-gon prolly grab a snack, try to sleep earlier tnight, gotta haircut and prep for thursday onward.
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(wonders if people know what they're doing.) a lot of ppl come to me, agenda prevalent and pretty one-track mind. it's pretty easy to sniff out what they want and what they're cringing about. but ppl put the blinders on and aren't willin to clear their mind and learn to forgive a lil. simply put, people see their self-righteousness shine through, but if we step back, we can see that evident faultiness of the matter, the hole-liness of it all.
(wonders if people will understand.) not sure what is up for tonight, but rather...i cannot live the realm i'm in, feeling that the paparazzi style is king-that other ppl's lives concern me more than my own. granted, there is a call to be selfless, but where is the line drawn between nobleness and radicalism, the obsessiveness?
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kings feel like kings because of their people. find out why and how.
after losin out on some gametime last night, woke around 1:30 and headed to Southie to pick up a package. the lady remembered the wrong bus route, had to hike it out fer a few. the ppl in southie aren't really ones to look at-and everywhere it seemed that everyone had a kid, with them on the street.
after discoverin the package wasn't what i thought it was, dumped it on broadway and let other ppl take care of it-was funny to see two women try to reassemble it. took the 9 and headed out to prudential. messed round fer a bit, din't collect any debts, but kept my head up.
back to base, did some cleanin, quiet time, some reading. learned about oxygen deprivation, the "true" version of freestyle and misconceptions, and a couple other topics as well. some late night harassment via the internet and home-gon prolly grab a snack, try to sleep earlier tnight, gotta haircut and prep for thursday onward.
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(wonders if people know what they're doing.) a lot of ppl come to me, agenda prevalent and pretty one-track mind. it's pretty easy to sniff out what they want and what they're cringing about. but ppl put the blinders on and aren't willin to clear their mind and learn to forgive a lil. simply put, people see their self-righteousness shine through, but if we step back, we can see that evident faultiness of the matter, the hole-liness of it all.
(wonders if people will understand.) not sure what is up for tonight, but rather...i cannot live the realm i'm in, feeling that the paparazzi style is king-that other ppl's lives concern me more than my own. granted, there is a call to be selfless, but where is the line drawn between nobleness and radicalism, the obsessiveness?
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kings feel like kings because of their people. find out why and how.
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