It might as well be called celery.
I am 25 years old this year.
What I do at work.
I Facebook. Serve my cafe, restaurant, take care of my hotel, build my empire.
I read FMyLife.
I read comics. Questionable Content, Warehouse, Pictures for Sad Children, Not From Concentrate, Oatmeal, Pajama Forest.
I read online news. Star, MSNBC.
I do ad searches.
What I hardly do at work.
Work.
Geddit?
Sometimes people get jealous when they hear that I am overpaid. Sometimes they wonder why I am overpaid. Few ask me why I am overpaid.
I don't wonder anymore. I am paid to shoulder this dilemma.
In my past experiences, every single time I voiced an opinion, thought out loud, if you may, they are shot down. Point blank, in fact.
And now I have noticed something huge today. Something with an impact of epic proportions. I feel uneasy not doing anything about it. But I don't want to risk being told that I "don't get it". What should I do?
This is why they pay me. So whenever I feel like this, I should think of the money and just keep my damn pie hole shut.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Baby Oliver
I don't like kids. But I am happy for the people who do. And who will love theirs. And who will teach theirs to be like them. Awesomefreakingblossom.
Spontaneous Decisions
Thought really isn't my strength. Spontaneity however. That's like a whole other subject all together.
I managed to get a few educated feedback from several friends. I asked them how long did they ponder about it, before replacing their car with a new one? An upgrade, that is. And 5 of 6 said a few months. One said a year. He waited one year so he could save up enough for the down payment. But by the time he had thousands in cash, the model had already gone through a face-lift.
And he's one of those people who wouldn't buy a second-hand anything. Kinda like me.
I shudder when I think about what previous owners did in their cars before they sold it. Pick their noses and conveniently start a collection of different colored boogers on their steering wheels? Or hook up in the back seat and accidentally spunk up the car? Perhaps on a fateful night, got drunk and threw up all over the seat - what if puke juice is still inside the seat? Dried, but still there.
And then I turned to mommy dearest, whom despite many discouraging naggings in the past, and has this time decided that she will convince me rationally, calculated thoroughly how my life would cease to exist if I purchased a new set of wheels. And I completely agree with her.
And then I read someone's tweet and downloaded Hachiko. It brought me to tears and much research on dogs.
Why not get a dog instead of a car? It's 40x less expensive to begin with.
I managed to get a few educated feedback from several friends. I asked them how long did they ponder about it, before replacing their car with a new one? An upgrade, that is. And 5 of 6 said a few months. One said a year. He waited one year so he could save up enough for the down payment. But by the time he had thousands in cash, the model had already gone through a face-lift.
And he's one of those people who wouldn't buy a second-hand anything. Kinda like me.
I shudder when I think about what previous owners did in their cars before they sold it. Pick their noses and conveniently start a collection of different colored boogers on their steering wheels? Or hook up in the back seat and accidentally spunk up the car? Perhaps on a fateful night, got drunk and threw up all over the seat - what if puke juice is still inside the seat? Dried, but still there.
And then I turned to mommy dearest, whom despite many discouraging naggings in the past, and has this time decided that she will convince me rationally, calculated thoroughly how my life would cease to exist if I purchased a new set of wheels. And I completely agree with her.
And then I read someone's tweet and downloaded Hachiko. It brought me to tears and much research on dogs.
Why not get a dog instead of a car? It's 40x less expensive to begin with.
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