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(referring to the link)

I am not so long gone my not really forgotten friends. As usual, I am just procrastinating convincing myself of the miracle that all the time I wasted will suddenly reappear for me to use without wasting any of my now and upcoming time.

Time. As Captain Piccard said, ‘time is our friend’. Well, time is my long neglected friend, that I never use or meet, just drifts by….

I had two days of good work feeling, which felt good. I feel good about a project I was working on that I finished, but I worry constantly about the guy I work with is doing better work than me, therefore getting more respect, phrases, and future glory and money. We are hiring another instructional designer. She is from Russia. She talks really fast and seems really smart and her hair looks really good. So, of course I am jealous of her and am sure she too will kick my respective ass at work.

Ah work. It doesn’t seem fair that it takes so much of our time, does it. Work time should be crammed into an hour of our day. Eight hours work should be crammed into an hour. Isn’t there a Harry Potter spell for that? The rest of the time should be ours to do with as we want.

I am sad for you JR Prazza. Maybe you should try meditating and release all that does not serve you. That is the meditation mantra they say on my yoga class tape. I let go of all that does not serve me. Maybe you would feel better if you were assertive with those forces that serve to oppress you. Maybe you need an objective opinion from a career counselor. Actually, I was thinking of career counseling for all of us. We actually all have throrny issues, but I am sorry to tell you that my career is not as thorny as you two’s. I feel like I am good in a good place. Today in the interview of the Russian chick, we spoke of how we all get along and we all liked each other. I wanted to puke.

Well, my little bitty boss can be a sarcastic bitch. Not really bad, but from time to time. I don’t know what to say to her–because my formula is to say something which makes me feel better and not walked on. See with my supervisor(not so little bitty, but my height and thin), if she gets bitchy or a little rude, I just say something humorous or off the wall and turn it into a joke. She has dropped some hints–said it out loud–that I talk too much or a lot-well I do sometimes and not all the time. Actually, I thought I was improving on that. and then today she made some remark about how I say off the wall or wacky things. Witch (witch? who’s the witch?) which is true I guess sometimes, but now when I write it I feel mad and I want to say “bite me.”

(I let go of all that does not serve me. I let go of all does that does not serve me. I let go of all that does not serve me.)

Bite me (not you guys)

Regards,

Anita