Sent: Friday, April 29, 2005 4:28 PM
To: ‘Kimberly Thomas’
Subject: Terminology Update 2005
Subject: Terminology Update 2005
NEW WORDS FOR 2005 — Essential additions for the workplace
BLAMESTORMING: Sitting around in a group, discussing why a
was missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.
SEAGULL MANAGER: A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise,
craps on everything, and then leaves.
ASSMOSIS: The process by which some people seem to absorb
advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than by working
SALMON DAY: The experience of spending an entire day swimming
only to get screwed and die in the end.
CUBE FARM: An office filled with cubicles.
PRAIRIE DOGGING: When someone yells or drops something loudly in
a cube farm, and people’s heads pop up over the walls to see
MOUSE POTATO: The on-line, wired generation’s answer to the
SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. (What
yuppies turn into when they have children and one of them stops
working to stay home with the kids.)
STRESS PUPPY: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out
and whiny.… Continue reading
I get excited about Fridays but then I realize … “oh yeah, many solid hours of loneliness”. I wanted to see The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy but I don’t have any one really to see it with. I guess I could call people but “eh”. I don’t know.
Well, I just emailed “Skittery Pigeon” to see if she wants to go do something this weekend. I hope she emails me back or picks up her phone when I call. She never does though. I think the last time I talked to her, she got a bit freaked out. I guess I’m huggy and she’s uncomfortable with that. I don’t push it but she seemed so sad and put off by me touching her. I just don’t know.
I guess I could watch Fight Club again and eat light popcorn. I could re-read “Ringing for You” which is a cute “romance” about a receptionist. I really relate to the main character but not just because she answers phones (that’s a big part though) but because she’s quirky and … well a lot like me except I don’t have a labret peircing.
I could sleep a lot. I think I’ll do… Continue reading
She has bruises on her elbows and on the back of her legs. I know she’s a fiery woman for her size and she seems like she wouldn’t take sh** but yet I maybe it’s a little bit of a front. I won’t ask about those bruises even though in moments of lapse, I almost ask but remember to keep my mouth shut. I don’t want to embarrass her or make her feel she’s go to lie, if it’s what it looks like.
I hate that whole system of lies or embarrassment and keeping ones mouth shut.
I miss “Skittery Pigeon”. Last time I saw her, we talked about her private life and I think I prodded too much, maybe she felt to said too much. I told her too much myself. At the end, I put my arms out, as usual, to hug her but she refused and got in her car. She just drove away.
She won’t return my calls.
My bones ache and crackle. Every time I bend down or walk down the stairs, I hear them crackling as if they’re snapping under my skin. Things hurt as if muscles and tendons are tearing from… Continue reading
I have brilliant thoughts when no one’s around, or at least I have been lately. I need to buy a tape recorder and record the things that were sleeping and hidden in the back of my cob-webbed head. But it would take hours of tape and maybe some act of Christ to get me to talk out loud to a tape recorder. Hmm.
But here I am, much migrained and with cramps. They are the tiny sort that will probably last for days before yielding any thing. Wonderful.
Some times, when you have a handful of sand and it slides through your fingers … it gets stuck in the carpet where it will live. You’ll never vacuum it out. That’s how my head feels. So many tiny grains that are unimportant and will stick in my brain.
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good-night – k