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Mistress Marilyn's POV
No shit, Tempus Fugit!
Is it Tomorrow Yet? 
5th-Feb-2010 11:51 pm
I hate it when you wake up so disoriented you don't know what day it is . . . unless it's Friday night and you suddenly remember tomorrow is Saturday . . . unless it's a Saturday when you have to work, of course, like tomorrow is. The progression from the start to finish of that scenario is painful.

Watching a fetish movie that answers the age-old-question, "Would you be upset if your daughter wanted to marry Sidney Poitier?" Ohmygosh, Mom just *loved* Poitier. And I mean loved. So why is the movie a fetish? Because I just love great dialogue, even when it's a bit over-written like it often was in the 'good old days,' and this movie has it. (Thank you, God, for letting us share the talents of Spencer Tracy, who died right after making 'Guess Who's Coming to Dinner.')

So today was one of those days when nearly everyone annoyed me. I just wanted to knock several heads together, and I had to give one whiner a comeuppance. I feel a little sorry for this chick, because she's so completely out of place in her job right now that I sense she doesn't know where to turn. I'm well aware how hard it is to be the new kid on the block, even if I haven't been cast in that role for decades. Still, don't stand in the middle of the office and argue with Charlie about our computer policies, because I'll be forced to tell you that you'll have to see me privately if you have a problem (cue the ominous organ music).

Overall today, I felt critical and perturbed, and I had to rant about it all the way home and even after. I wonder if I'm slacking off in my job in some ways by not giving more attention to coaching folks on how to do a decent presentation in a major meeting setting . . . a whole separate topic. I need to think more about that, but like Scarlett said, I'll think about it tomorrow. Maybe it can be a future training session in staff meeting . . .

Tomorrow is going to a be a very long day, and I plan to get through the work part and then enjoy the evening, which will be spent socializing with work friends. The important word in that sentence is "friends," because I have genuine fondness for so many of the people we'll be with.

One fun thing tomorrow will be giving Kelly her wedding gift, which will be very special. I haven't seen her in ages, and it turns out she's going to be helping us out . . . and the gift is something I'm very excited about, one of those things that was meant to work out. (More later.)

And then I'm going to enjoy a beautiful, sunny Sunday that we'll be lucky to have here in the Pacific Northwest, mild and sunny. Gosh, early February can be amazing here! (Please, weather peeps, be right about this!)

And, oh yeah, I'm going to write this weekend, come hell or high wind (in the Gorge, that is)!

I'm feeling better already, despite having to use my left arm to straighten out the right one when I woke up . . .

ETA: Oh, I almost forgot I fell asleep while I was watching one of my favorite films, 'The Shootist.' Ohmygosh, I owe God another thank you for a great talent, the Duke in his final film (and was it ever a wonderful one). In the meantime, here coms the scene with the "fresh Ore-gone boisenberry sherbet"! (Tracy, by the way, pronounced 'Oregon' correctly.)

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6th-Feb-2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
hahaha must have been in the air it was about 2 yesterday when I said to Mike .. omfg I am gonna need a slapping stick ...

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