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WORKLIFE PAGES
...being some chronicals related to what I do for money in this world...

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ok, so this is the sixth and most unnecessary of all worklife page along this path (though if broken into separate entries as it probably should have been, there'd more than 45)... still continued from the fifth worklife page, which is continued from the fourth worklife page, which is continued from the third worklife page, which is continued from the second worklife page, which is continued from the first worklife page, which is an extention of my Keep In Touch page, all part of my attempt to keep in touch with you... and once again, if you've been reading along, you could just click on the numbers above to jump from page to page to... but you just had to see how I managed to say the same thing yet another time, huh?...

well, just think (like if you were thinking you'd be somewhere else, right?)... you still didn't have to and don't have to read, so this becomes a luxury you gave yourself... I sincerely do seriously hope you're enjoying it J

and naturally (naturally?... maybe supernaturally), you can still go back to start (at least the start of worklife) if you want to read the original introduction and the previous week's installments of the rambles about work... and life... and yes, whatever (it's the whatever that'll get ya every time - he says with a nonchalant nod and a secret-society wink)... you can even follow the time line, in chronological order even... bring snacks... and Surge? (highly caffeinated carbonated beverage favored by Animaniacs fans, Three Stooges groupies, and well-to-do junkies)... I've taken a liking to the lizard... Sobe, that is... pay attention son (boy's got so many things on his mind it's a wonder his head's not as flat as a pancake)... and now more than ever, definitely bring lots of time LOL...

ok, really now - in case this is your first visit to these worklife pages, it's turned into a weekly letter (well, at least a run on sentence) to friends and anybody who cares to keep in touch or know (for whatever reasons) more about me... it also sorta keeps track of how many hours I work each week (still missing some work hours each week for various reasons) so I can look back someday and wonder how this body survived (again, now more than Everest)...

anyway, I am mentally preparing to pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again somewhere else... after about a month's worth of sleep... some changes are ever so subtle, huh?... anyway, yup, I'm getting out... stepping out, even... yes, here I am, gonna be on the road again... me and my song refs, strolling down the avenue... I wonder where I'm going (taking my time but I'm gonna get there... ever miss the schoolyard?... getting any song refs?)...

I'll probably wander around a month or few... then again, as winter swoops down from the great white north, I might just head down to Disneyworld and celebrate the millenium thing with the spirits... still dunno where I'll call home yet though... any suggestions?... come on, this is your opportunity to tell me where to go... anyway, that's the main reason I work so much these days... and nights... and why I've extended my stay here in Buffalo and in this worklife... so I can add extra to the get-the-heck-outta-here fund as much as possible as quickly as possible... gotta work so hard so much pant pant (wiping brow, hey it's worth another shot... lam)... I'm the only contributer, after all... (mournful whimper... soulful, even)... very lonely, being the only one, ya know?... and only the lonely know... sigh... alas... alack... (scuse my giggles, but maybe you've noticed by now just how oblique the child in me can be sometimes)...

s'ok, seriously (really)... I am still trying to teach my stubbornly independent childinside how to accept assistance, so if you have the means and wish to share, I'd love to receive for a change (being an unconditional giver can be a very lonely life)... actually, recent events prove I do love to receive, but also find it callenging to have virtually nothing to give back... which leads me to remember what really matters...

and just as serious, if anybody has any meaningful suggestions about where might be a healthy, happy place to live... like maybe with open minds, brave hearts, and enlightened consciousness?... peace, wisdom, freedom, intelligence, passion, beauty, life?... or maybe you know something about the job market in your area... dreamers?... I'd really appreciate any info you send... and if you are shy or unsure, anonymous info is welcome too (use the ICQ Panel and just don't put any name or email address in)... any info would really help... thanks...

and more deeper seriousness now... to you guys who keep reading and writing to me during this irreverently isolationist selfish phase I'm going through - thank you for caring as you do... thank you for being as you are... you are the rainbow... without you, I'd probably be living only in the blues...

words have been exploding from somewhere inside lately and the pages are slowly catching up... the main "Keep In Touch" Pages is due for another any day now... and still, the life I lead continues as it is... the journal is getting even more of my own weird brand of attention... and there are deeper ponderings and new growth all over the the written gardens... and now that I'm even closer to relocating, your thoughts and responses mean even more than before... please stop by and make sure you're in my address book mailing list so I can re-connect with you when I finally settle down somewhere again... when I finally do get back to email, you'll hear from me... hope you want to :)

so one more time for the kids in the hospital, thanks for reading yet another partially regurgitated babbling intro and now, on to worklife (almost)... just click on the "week ending" links just below to read the what I had to share that week - or (never say die, I will keep hoping) if you simply must read everything because you want to know everything because you are blessed and cursed with insatiable curiosity and desire to share like me, just keep scrolling down the page (and write me, dang it! LAM) J ... ok, finally, here are the weekly updates...

week ending October 31st... 88+ hours
week ending November 7th... 91+ hours
week ending November 14th... 18+ hours


week ending October 31st... 88+ hours

(CONTINUED)

  and boy are my arms tired...

but seriously, folks... maybe somebody cast a spell on me (it being a spell-casting holiday, and all)... I was dying a couple of nights ago... now, on less sleep and more work I'm flying... and the flak is thicker than ever... must be the fever... anyway, I am training somebody to replace me, finally... that'll allow me to walk away easier... a big part of the reason I stuck around longer than initially planned is my immediate supervisors are really good people and I didn't want to leave them in the lurch completely... ethics are a back-breaker sometimes...

the number of hours above will probably be revised when the payroll is done next week... as you know if you've been reading along, the number reflects hours paid for and the + reflects hours not counted but still out there... at least they haven't forced me to go on salary for a lot less than I'm making (like all the other managers)... in fact, this week two of the managers caught a glimpse of my payroll file and blurted out a few words of profanity (for which they added money to the party jar)... my secret is sneaking out... but it's ok, I'm leaving... burnt out and well rewarded... sorta... well, definitely burnt...

so as you might see if you've been here before, the babbler is blazing a trail through the night in spite of the horrendous fatigue bill way way past due, not to mention the other profound challenges still hovering like hungry vultures just waiting for me to cave in... leering like drooling jackels thirstily willing me to collapse... but little do they know, I am quite out in left field and I will die first... and I have not yet begun to (cough cough hack wheeze)... the force is somewhere, but hopefully it won't come to that...

  and to my love I take it down, ya know?...

  we can work it out and all...

  so this about wraps up the start of this most unnecessary of all worklife saga, ah, age... page, that is... another week, another dollar... another one bites the dust... I hope to make some sense of it all for you, since you care to know, one of these days... next worklife... keep those cards and letters coming in...

  and thanks again...


week ending November 7th... 91+ hours

I think I'm done... work, I mean... that is, I told them I would not be back in to work next week... but actually, until I actually don't go out to work for a few days, or at least one day, I won't be sure... I forgot what the feeling of not working is like... heck, I think I forgot what the feeling of being off is like... I've certainly forgotten the feeling of being on vacation... it's eerie... it's spooky (lingering Halloween?)... if I wasn't so tired, it would probably be unsettling... I may have forgotten how to be... anybody understand?...

  anybody wanna help me remember?...

[PRESS HERE]

but before you do... or after... this might be the last worklife update for a while, so pay close attention cuz you wouldn't want to miss it... I mean, the last one only happens a few times, after all (anybody remember Arlo Guthrie's bit about The Last Guy?... profound humour, definitely... but I digress)...

it's the TV... The X-Files, to be precise... though Futurama caught my attention as well... could have been that I was eating... but this was the first episode of the seventh season for Muldare and Scully and I wanted to see it, so I kinda did... I started writing during it... I usually do... stimulate my mind and I usually want to write... doesn't take much to stimulate my mind sometimes... I didn't see the last episode of last season that this continues, so I'm probably missing stuff... it's the usual, but when the star goes into a coma for a few episodes, you know it's for ratings and the writers and cast and crew are usually gonna give the show their best shot... maybe it'll get profound or something...

wow... the profundity can not be measured on human scales (this sounds familiar)... the understanding of everything (deja vu, aye?)... life to death and all that is beyond our comprehension (heavy, huh?)... no human mind has reached the ultimate understanding and lived to tell about it (oh really?)... is that because no one has reached it? (hmmmmm, it's a possibility)... is that because reaching it precludes sharing the knowledge? (hmmmm, what's up doc?)... does it take us to another place that can not longer contact here (he ain't heavy, he's my brother), wherever here might be? (oh I can't stand it anymore, tell us already)... or does finding the understanding of everything lead us to understand that part of understanding everything is also understanding that no one can be lead to it, no one can be told (where's my gun?)... each must find it alone, on one's own, in one's own way, in one's own time (rat-tat-tat-tat-tat)... for until one does, any explanation is meaningless (hey you, you killed ma bruddaahhh)...


  naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa (oh Moigatroid)...


just in case you didn't know already, the preceding paragraph, without the parentheses, was written here in this worklife update but was stolen by the Momentary Philosophy department and made part of the newest growth in that garden... in response to threats of picketing by the worklife staff, who are already upset cuz they're getting laid off this week, they were permitted to keep the paragraph here and add parentheses with a little help from their friends... so goes a peek backstage into the method of my madness...

so what happened at work this week?... training my choice for my replacement, mostly... good feeling that they went with my choice... and the usual work and ever increasing fatigue... there was a last minute offer from the VP to stay... not even close to changing my mind, but still flattering I guess.. I've long accepted that for an insatiable ego, there's never enough lam...

so anyway, worklife may actually be pausing for a while again... I suppose I could come back here to update a bit... this is all about keeping in touch with you, after all... so I should return to at least to put a link in to wherever I might be going... hmmmm... another weekly update about life that's not specifically worklife related?... now what shall I call it?...

J




week ending November 14th... 18+ hours

up, 18... count 'em... not bad for resigning last week, huh?... ok, so I bailed them out of few times this week... gotta do something about this dang streak of responsibility I've got, huh?... LOL... well, it should be over... really? (yes dammit!... really)... that's right... really... time for rest... almost... phew...

wait a minute... thought I could pull one over on me, didjyas?... thought I wouldn't notice it, aye?... well I saw it... what's this about almost ? ? ?... ummmm... well ya see... I've still gotta (stammer a little more?)... there's still stuff that needs to be done before I can truly vege and let the body collapse... moving some stuff around (lots of heavy boxes)... but anyway... for all intensive purposes, worklife as I've known it this year has ceased... it is enough... yes, the worklife is done... it has ended... completely concluded... finally finished... totally terminated... rounded the final bend... am I quite through?... quite?...

yes, it is over...

so now you must venture into new territory... of course first I'll have to create it... so why haven't I been busy creating it this week?... wait, I'll do it now... amuse yourself whilest I plant some seeds and throw something on...

oh heck, just go here

J



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