wanna go HOME now...
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  Can I Hit Him Now?

28 November 2000


9:46 PM: I don't particularly have much to say. I'm really sleepy. This is what it must be like for normal people to go on to the night shift. I've been waking up early - like 8, 9 AM - going back to sleep maybe or maybe not, but generally getting up by at least noon. Though I still don't get to work til after 3. Well, 2:30 today. Because I don't want to be here at all. God is that clear now.

But what do I dooooooooooooo????? he whined. Stupid stock options. They're not even worth enough to be collateral for themselves. And they will become either a) more worthless or b) more money than I'm ever likely to have at one go ever again in my life. Every other time I've faced a choice like this, I have done the stupid thing. I sure wish I could hire a smart person to choose for me. But still, damn. It's not about making less. If I quit now, I can do nothing but throw it all away. That's ... 6 years? 7 years? of equity buildup. Peeeee.

I had a dream that Olivia Tremor Control were coming to town. I wanted to see them but I had to be careful because someone was either trying to kill me or be my relative. Or something. But it wasn't really true.


9:50: Bua hah:

Your Personalized Horoscope 11/28/00

Today you could have some difficulties making up your mind about something, [MY NAME]. You might be considering two different career moves. You could have a job offer at an outside company. Meanwhile, the place where you work now might still be interested in retaining you. Try not to pressure yourself into making an instant decision. You might want to get some advice from a mentor who appreciates your talents.
I might like a nice juicy hamburger steak and some french fry potatoes, too.




Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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