A Certain Point of View

I heard this great quote about how "Life isn't about going into the grave a well-behaved and well preserved corpose, but about skidding in sideways, screaming 'holy shit, what a ride!' "

Rosa Parks died. It was all over the evening news.

No one gave a damn when Fred Korematsu died.

Although I suppose neither one of them really cared if journalists were at their deathbed or not.

Hope it was a hell of a ride for 'em both.

Maybe I'm getting this way because I lost my job. Is it just me, or is there more suffering in the world than usual?

I've always thought the world is full of equal amounts of good and bad all stirred together, and if you don't keep it all stirred up, the bad floats to the top and gets really noticeable. There just seems to be more bad stuff lately. There just seems to be more hurricanes, more tornadoes, tsunamis and earthquakes than usual. (I mean, how many hurricanes does God and nature need to throw at Florida before it is forgiven for voting for Jeb and George?)

And then there are human disasters. There just seems to be more George W. Bush snafus than usual? And even California's Ah-nold Schwarzenegger has lost his shine; forget about his special amendment to the Constitution so he could run for President (whew!). Michael Jackson moving to Bahrain (where I'm sure they treat molesters well under the law) and Tom Cruise actually having a biological child, those really can't be good things either.

I'm sure if I hurry and find another job all this won't be quite so noticeable. Or maybe if I just change my medication.

I saw Christmas crap in a store today. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

This makes me feel really really guilty because I still have this client's stuff and I haven't worked on it yet. This has been the fastest year, ever. I have been anxious about this stuff for months but have been unable to focus. Never mind that the client is really nice and I've been very up front about why I've been delayed ("Medical reasons.") and he's been very sympathetic and patient. He's gallant and old and could die any minute.

Usually, I like it when it turns cold because Wyatt starts insisting on sleeping under the covers next to my tummy and purring (which is what he's doing lately). The other cats become cuddlier during the day, which is nice. And the shedding stops. I like Halloween. I like Thanksgiving. I hate Christmas and New Years, generally spent with the inlaws, but the agony is over quickly.

I'm about to have lots of spare time soon, so I better get my shit together and get these objects out. I wonder where those client files are.

It's been rough lately, situationally, financially and emotionally and I haven't been very productive or very nice to live with. I don't even smell very good.

When I drop Todd off at work, he slams the door and walks away. I U-turn in the street and when I see his retreating back again, I guess he can hear the engine because he always turns and flashes me a big smile and waves.

That's nice.

They're checking our bags as we leave now. But they don't check any one elses. Do we LOOK disgruntled?

We're not actually angry, no matter what anyone thinks. Sad, maybe. Insulted, now, thank you.

I brought in my .49 cent funnel and left it at the water cooler so people could fill up their bottles. I was going to leave it, but it's on my property list, and I'm taking it home.