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A Journal of Sorts
"I hear you crying
somebody stole my soul
how could I be dying
I turned twenty five days ago
we're all on the ground just crying out
would somebody save me please
I won't sit around just thinking about
the troubles that tomorrow brings
I'm dying to be alive
not trying to just survive
let's not go through our lives
without just dying to be alive..."
~ Hanson ~
a whole slew of new CDs arrived today... that makes most of the order (91 of 112 (but 10 were not in their catalog and none of those arrived so they might not carry them at all (child pouts) and 6 of the ones that did arrive were not ordered (data entr error, apparently, cuz comparing selection numbers shows they were off by one digit from 6 that were ordered but did not arrive and did not get put on back order so I'll need to return them and get the order right)... still some very precious CDs are left out so I'm sad, but also amused by the selectivity... just like the muses to play with me like this... and the ten they don't carry would be of course the fact that I don't have private space for the catharsis coming might be influencing the delay (we do control our own universes, after all... didn't you know?) J
the pain is there's so many boxes "for delivery efficiency" they say... but for accounting it's a time consuming pain that probably makes it not worth the savings after I calculate how much time it took to open each package, separate all the papers, check each invoice, and now contact them somehow and return the error CDs and so on and so forth and scooby dooby dance...
it's nearing crunch time (the budget director has a told you so look on his face)... of course I could lament on and on and on and... I could laugh or cry or live or die... I could wallow in misery or just get over it... I could give up and I could just wonder, oh what's to become of me...
on the other hand, I could just get a job and muddle through... I faxed a resume out today... it really isn't up to par... no personalized cover letter, and I just noticed the cover letter I did have printed crooked on the page... great, huh?... maybe the standards are lower down here than up north and they will call me anyway... I suppose I should work on finding a computer and printer so I could work on it... and probably send it some other places too... I'm really not looking forward to playing the game again... that's the second worst part of the betrayals... but later for serious reality (and empty closets)... focus on finding a job, ok?...
speaking of getting a job, wanna see my resume?
