02/13/01: Status Meeting, 8 am
Status meeting
lasts and lasts
up since six
fading fast
I need coffee
I need tea
I need someone
to speak to me
I wonder why the carpet is in two different colors, one round section green, the rest offsetting it in a cream color. Is it supposed to be aesthetic? Calming? Is there some orthopedic purpose?
Mental note: remember to ask if Mike needs help with the case studies, later.
I hate my job!
Imagine if I just got up and starting singing, Shake, Shake, Shake, Senora, Shake your body line! and dancing and doing the limbo and stuff all around the table. And everyone wouldn't notice because they'd be arguing about whether case studies should be called "case studies" or "capabilities demonstrations."
Or else I could sing, You put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up, you put the lime in the coconut and call me in the morning. That would also work, I think. It's a bit early for margaritas but we mustn't be timid! No, we mustn’t!
Mental note: buy corduroy pants. Everyone else has them, and they look comfy.
things to do: I could count how many times they say "leverage" over the course of the meeting. No, I can't because I should have started at the beginning and they've already probably said it a dozen times. I should do it tomorrow. I should count all day tomorrow how many times I encounter the word leverage, both spoken and in print. Then I will go screaming insane.
I will take little notes on this peice of paper. They will be meaningful. Very meaningful notes. My chair sits on five legs, like a starfish. I am again being devoured by starfish.
What if I just screamed? I mean, screamed, as Lola screams in Run, Lola, Run, shattering glass and changing my surroundings according to my will. She made the ball drop into the right square. Maybe I could turn the clock hands ahead. How many people here are wearing glasses? And are all the cups on the table made of Styrofoam or paper? If the big panes of glass in the windows shattered, would the glass hang in the venetian blinds? Or would the shards fly everywhere, and injure us? If we were injured, would most people stay here in the meeting anyway, or would they perhaps seek medical attention? Would I be protected by the force of my scream? I would have to step lively as I left the room. That's for sure.
Mental note: I should vacuum. I mean, it would only take me about 45 seconds to do the whole house. Some advantages to living in small space.
Status meeting
runs too long
listen to
happy song
have to squint
to stay awake
finish please
for goodness sake
Wow, Kevin wears shoes that were made in Luxemburg. I didn't know they made shoes in Luxemburg. I thought maybe they just made postage stamps. Or something.
things to do: try to remember today's kanji. All I can remember is mouth, which is a square, and eye, which is a rectangle with two lines in it. I can say all sorts of things in Japanese, though. I can say, "ya ka ta!" which means, "I'm so glad!" as in "I'm so glad you didn't die even though you used the elusive silver crystal, Sailor Moon!" I can also say, "tsuki no hikari wa ai no message," which means "the moonlight carries love's message," and I can also say "tsuki ni kawatte oshiyokyo!" which means, "on behalf of the moon, I shall punish you!"
What if I had a parachute, and opened the window, and jumped out, and pulled the string, and floated down to the ground, only I would land in a beautiful park where for some reason it was spring? That would be nice. Only what if I couldn't open the chute before I landed? How long would I fall? How tall is sixteen stories? At 9.8m/s/s.... Fuck it, I'm just going to say I'd have time.
I need a new, different job. Meetings are one thing. Meetings where one is as useless as a tonsil are another.
Mental note: Start searching monster and hotjobs and stuff. And "leveraging" my connections.