Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

It Eases The Passage Of Time

While I’m at work, sometimes I read Work.

It’s not that I’ve nothing to do, as mrbrown likes to laugh at me at whenever the nature of my job comes up. I’ve got loads of shite to do. Sometimes I’m so busy, my insomnia makes a reappearance in my sordid life. But my job is filled with orphaned pockets of time inbetween meetings, waiting for somebody to get back to me and other kinds of activities so silly that it would make your head spin if I told you.

The guilt, is of course omni-present. I always feel like I should be productive during office hours. But if you’re stuck waiting then what can you do? At least I read shite that might make me a better professional instead of blowing my time on some silly online comic, right?

Of course if I was so damned unproductive, then why do I have the first signs of Carpal Tunnel Syndrome? It’s gotten so bad that I no longer blog much at home after work. The bulk of my writing is done over weekends these days and published over the space of the work week.

Speaking of which, do you have any friends who like kinda discrimate against people whom apparent work less harder(sic) than them? I mean I actually know people like this who will meet up with me for a drink or meal and tell me every single time that they are so tired in a manner that I can only intepret as pin-pointing me as being the source and reason of their lament. People like this could really be pretending to be sick of being tired, whilst enjoying the torment in some sadistic sensual way. If I get tired, I go to bed or visit Starbucks. There’s just no frigging way I will even contemplate socializing if the Z monster attacks my bodily functions.

For once, just once, I wish that person would declare something else like

1. I’m horny
2. I’m the magic pony
3. I’m Rick James, bitch!
4. I’m going to pay for dinner

We all have to work. Deal with it. At least you don’t have to spend your days with your arm up a cow’s arse like my doctor vet friend in Malaysia.

Lots of people pretend to be sick of being tired,I suppose its a way of patting yourself on the back if you’ve had a productive day or if you havent done jack shit all day, its a way of preventing other people from knowing that you havent done work all day.

Like me, I havent done nuts today.Except make pointless comments on someone else blog. And later I will have dinner with my crazy aunts and moan about how bloody tiring my day was.

People who have the energy to go out, but spend their ‘out-time’ moaning about being tired, should be bundled into a cab by well-meaning friends and sent home.

it happens in school too. the people who discriminate against others who work less hard than them.

oh, and they aren’t exactly at the top either. so…

“Speaking of which, do you have any friends who like kinda discrimate against people whom apparent work less harder(sic) than them? I mean I actually know people like this who will meet up with me for a drink or meal and tell me every single time that they are so tired in a manner that I can only intepret as pin-pointing me as being the source and reason of their lament.”

they ask to meet up or you ask ?
I got friends who I meet up with but we all labour to find the time to make it. then we agonize together. :D

The world’s never fair.

Aja > you have mastered the art of The Great Pretender!

ningx > really? When I was in school, all I cared about were video games.

arsene1 > heh looks misery loves company, eh?

Lexus > No, it’s round.

cow, this is a great post.
super dry witted, super real but super hilarious as well!

What did the fat fingers say to the face?

SLAP!

Haha….