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peak:

Hmmm. I'm not sure except for the fact that the good Lord has allowed me another day in his world. And that should always be a high.


valley:

I feel like I'm getting it in the rear at work... and that I'm voluntarily bending over and asking for it.


noise:

Eric Clapton:
"Tears In Heaven"


sustenance:

Spaghetti. 


thoughts:

Work.
Cuddling.
Growing up.
Getting fired.


saturday, july 29th

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Quote Du Jour:
"Did you ever know me? I swear that I have tried. Did you ever need me? I feel like I just died. Did you ever want me? I swear, I swear. How do you tell someone you don't love them? How do you tell someone you don't care anymore? How do you tell someone you don't love them anymore?" - Cowboy Mouth, "How Do You Tell Someone?"

Maybe I need a CAT scan or something... an MRI perhaps... even exploratory surgery... or maybe just someone with a good pair of x-ray glasses bought from an ad in the back of a comic book.

I'm a guy that likes to be on top of his game -- physically, mentally and emotionally. But lately, my emotions have been a little screwy. My mind has been okay. But my physical condition has been just plain weird. If I get too much sleep, my head hurts and I feel drowsy. If I don't get enough sleep, my head hurts and I feel drowsy. I can't seem to find the middle ground regardless of how hard I try. And it's starting to aggravate the hell out of me. (1929)


Jessie has all of her stuff moved here from Franklin and her new place is starting to take shape. I went over today and "supervised" some of the work. heh, heh. Actually, my visit was half curiosity to see how things were going... and half procrastination -- just another reason to avoid going to the office.

It's weird when I think about it... because Jessie returned home to take a job as a college instructor. Yeesh. I'm still a college student. I guess this is just one of many warning signs that adulthood is just around the bend. Of course, I'm used to adult responsibilities... I've had "adult-type" jobs for the last six years... but that doesn't change how weird it feels to look around and see folks you went to high school with taking on "real" jobs... getting married... and having rugrats. Especially when I don't think I'm anywhere near being ready for the latter two. (1945)

I found out some additional information about my former photographer who was arrested for rape and released five months later. It seems that he may want to return to the newspaper. Because I'm the guy who gets to make the hiring decisions, this news brings me a little bit of worry. It wouldn't be right to not hire him because of the events of February (see June 19 entry). But, I have several staff members who've already told me that they would not be comfortable working with him if he returns. I feel like I'm in a funky position. Regardless of what I do... I'll have people thinking I've made the wrong decision... and as of right now, I think that I would be one of those people. (2003)

Answering machine message: [Fletch], this is [Mr. Publisher]. It's about 5:30 on Friday afternoon the 28th... [Devil Chick] has all of her ads done except for one. She's printing some right now... The only folder that's got a lot left in it is yours. We've got to have those done. We need to have them done by 5 o'clock today. But they absolutely have to be all done by 8 a.m. Monday morning. I hope you're planning on a good, productive weekend. If there is a problem, I want you to give me a call. [Deleted to save space] Call if you have any problems. [Unintelligible sentence] We're really getting in a bind. Call if you have any concerns.

This is the first time I've ever had such a shitty work ethic. Gee, I suck.

I would also like to note that I had originally planned a productive weekend. After Smiley defied his ad-building ban and stole all of the easy stuff from my folder, I had about 12 ads left to build. Taking into consideration the time it takes to create graphics, design the ad and wait for the super-slow printer to print, it takes about an hour to do an ad. Thinking that I just had a dozen to do, the plan was to do six today (Saturday) and six on Sunday. Of course, when I went in... I found a dozen more ads that were added to my pile without anyone telling me. You've gotta love it when that happens.

Also, I was looking for a file on Smiley's computer and noticed that he had created ads for accounts that I had had already done ads for. Why the hell is he doing that? My ads are better. I know this because I've been asked to redesign several of his creations. If he's gonna be creating ads that I've already done... it's a big fat waste of time -- either his or mine. (2018)

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