So I came in to work today. I really felt I had to since the home office sent out a new telecommuting policy yesterday to my home office that stated anyone working from home was already in violation of it. For it was effective yesterday and happily mentioned that you must have both William Katt's and Sen. Orrin Hatch's approvals to work from home.
No, you don't know me. I'm new here. I used to tear it up over at Xanga until the mighty AT&T firewall closed in around us.
I'm just some guy who's trying to be himself and be happy about it. That may very well sound platitudinous to you. I know statements like that always did to me before I realized how much I was living to impress others. And I'm talking to the exclusion of my own desires here. You see, I thought I understood that statement and felt genuinely sorry for those schmoes who didn't. I now know this was because I felt others expected me to understand it.
Pretty sad, really. And it's really sad that it took some crazed cognitive behavioral therapist with a surly disposition to recognize it. Or is he more accurately characterized as churly? Ah, you wouldn't know anything about it. And you likely care even less. And just why is that so sad? Because I'd really like to hate this guy, yet I'm afraid I owe him my very existence.
See what I have to put up with?
What will they think of next? Phoning from a blog rushes to mind, but
that's probably days away.
16 years ago
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