Work on a Tuesday
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
The silence broken by a co-worker’s throat.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Again... twice within a minute.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Twice a minute... every minute... minute after minute... after hour... after day... after week... after month.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Insanity comes from all kinds of reasons.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
An ordinary moment in time driving nice people to thoughts of violence.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
He ventures to the bathroom and the office murmurs unheard complaints.
Send him home... shove him in another room... kill him, kill him to make it stop.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
His return is met with office silence... unable to voice the issues to the face... issues we all feel.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Who will be first to crack?
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Who will leap to their feet... pointing a Pythonian Reaper finger... “shut up, shut up...”
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Such reaction will be of a hero... accepted by all... praised as legendary for years.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
But it’s not done. Decency clings to the society of work... fraying with each bout... but remaining... for now.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
We discuss his murder... two of us...
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Unviolent by nature...
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
plotting a share of the event...
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
Pulling the trigger together.
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
A moment of comradery...
Uhhh hmmmm mmmm mmmmm.
A beauty in the violence of peace.
This is work...
On a Tuesday.
MONDAY...
— Not much sleep last night. Got to sleep around 1:00 and the alarm goes off at 5:30. Oh dear.
— Work goes okay all the same. I’m up and down a lot... that helps. Lunch with Shannon and after work I go to the old slow pitch team’s ball game. Keep score and catch up with some of the old team mates.
TUESDAY...
— Rough day tired wise. I wake at 3:30 this morning and sleep no more. Work is difficult due to two straight poor sleep nights
WEDNESDAY...
— Mornings at work are tough. Even though I slept better last night, very tired until lunch.
— Post lunch earthquake. That doesn’t happen every day. Magnitude 5.0 quake had me first thinking a truck hit the building and then wondering if one of the other buildings in the complex was bombed. We all go outside for half an hour while the buildings are checked out. Work is pretty much done at that point.
— Longest tennis match in history... and it’s still not over. When it’s 59 games a piece in the fifth set, you know there’s something crazy going on. Ten hours of play over two days... day three coming up.
THURSDAY...
— Only thing I will mention is, for the first time ever, I slept through my alarm. Lucky I woke 10 minutes later and looked at the clock.
FRIDAY...
— Exhausting day... the drive home showed it with the feeling as though a massive weight lifts. Lay low and talk on the phone with sister for a while during the NHL Draft.
SATURDAY...
— House day with lots of Playstation baseball. Up early because they told me they’d be around to paint the front door, needing me to open it, between 8:00 and 3:00. Hate the non-narrowed time line. They show just before 1:00.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Making It Up As I Go Along #421
Land of Cougars and Shirtless Firefighters
It’s always been said that men are more concerned with looks while women see beyond that... they look for goodness, or loyalty, or a sense of humour... or some such unseen thing.
Well it’s either in my office or in the world as a whole... but whichever it is, I believe this belief is a thing of the past. In fact, not only would I argue men are equal to women now when it comes to superficiality vs. seeing beyond looks... I think we’re better.
Political correctness and the feminizing of society has made it wrong for a man to outwardly objectify a woman. No matter what a woman wears, or does to her hair... no man is ever allowed to object. Any man who does so will become a villain. In fact, the odd thing is that women get dressed up and put on the makeup more for their own benefit than for men’s. The few times a man would speak negatively about a hair style or the clothes a woman has on, the most common answer is “what would you know, you’re a man.”
Swimsuit calenders do still exist... but they are usually looked down upon. The devices of the lonely single man, living in a basement... he may or may not be a serial killer in the making.
And guys do still notice attractive women... still look at tight shorts, long legs, and cleavage. But any such notice is now expected to be done privately... quietly... and nonchalantly. Guys who make more of a deal of such things are mocked by women. Told to grow up. And called “silly boys”.
Looking at the people I know, I would think the five most superficial ones are all women. I’ve seen topless fire fighter calenders proudly displayed within the workplace. I’ve heard more than a few women proclaim how much they love a tall men. And the show put on by the girls in my office when a man walks by in full police uniform (or if a fire alarm goes off, bringing the above mentioned calender boys to the scene) is anything but subdued.
The latest example... the World Cup of Soccer.
Facebook has become the land of the overheated. Female status updates have many all capitalized words with many extra vowels... and many many exclamation marks. “OOOOOOH BABY!!!!”. “IIIIITALY!!!!” (Proclaiming admiration of the players more than support for the team). “HEEEEE’S GORGEOUS!!!!”
I can only imagine the reaction if Facebook fellas began hooting and hollering about female tennis players during Wimbledon. We’d be silly boys... or showing proof of how we don’t think with our heads.
It’s not so much that I take offense to any of this. I will admit to some level of offense when I’m standing right next to a few girls and they proclaim that if any guy stands under six feet tall, they don’t find him attractive. And I find it ridiculous that a woman would take pride in the amount of toe cleavage she’s showing (a term I didn’t even know existed until about a year ago). But I think the moral high ground, in the world of gender superficiality, has become very much up for grabs.
MONDAY...
— Work is long and somewhat dull. But get through it all the same.
— Watched a good documentary called Bio-Dad... all about searching for the sperm donor. During the making, the documentarian finds out he had a daughter he never knew about (through an affair 23 years prior). And he finds out his sister is really only his half sister (they had both thought they had the same donor as a father). Lots of stuff going on.
TUESDAY...
— Done with physio. About time. Tired of the people who go to that place. Today, while on the stationary bike, I heard the guy across from me yawning like he just woke up and it was 6:30 on a Sunday morning... then he let one rip. Too comfy fella.
WEDNESDAY...
— Pre work lunch with Megan is fun. Good catching up.
— Work is fairly uninspiring. This job would work much better if we had one week off each month.
THURSDAY...
— Run down, sore, headache. I stay home from work. Some TV... a short walk in the early afternoon to see if the outdoors refreshes... not much else.
FRIDAY...
— Long day. Up at 7:00 to go to Mazda with the car. There three hours waiting... good thing that the Bullpen Gospels is a good read.
— A few hours lazing before work... then working alone. Half the shift in certification and half in AFIS. Eat outside with Annick... Chinese food... and It’s nice out.
— Groceries after work. Load up this time... and gas for the car after that. So I’m not relaxing in the house until a few minutes before midnight.
SATURDAY...
— Lazy Saturday. Sleep in a bit... play video game baseball for a bit... watch some soccer and some real baseball on TV.
It’s always been said that men are more concerned with looks while women see beyond that... they look for goodness, or loyalty, or a sense of humour... or some such unseen thing.
Well it’s either in my office or in the world as a whole... but whichever it is, I believe this belief is a thing of the past. In fact, not only would I argue men are equal to women now when it comes to superficiality vs. seeing beyond looks... I think we’re better.
Political correctness and the feminizing of society has made it wrong for a man to outwardly objectify a woman. No matter what a woman wears, or does to her hair... no man is ever allowed to object. Any man who does so will become a villain. In fact, the odd thing is that women get dressed up and put on the makeup more for their own benefit than for men’s. The few times a man would speak negatively about a hair style or the clothes a woman has on, the most common answer is “what would you know, you’re a man.”
Swimsuit calenders do still exist... but they are usually looked down upon. The devices of the lonely single man, living in a basement... he may or may not be a serial killer in the making.
And guys do still notice attractive women... still look at tight shorts, long legs, and cleavage. But any such notice is now expected to be done privately... quietly... and nonchalantly. Guys who make more of a deal of such things are mocked by women. Told to grow up. And called “silly boys”.
Looking at the people I know, I would think the five most superficial ones are all women. I’ve seen topless fire fighter calenders proudly displayed within the workplace. I’ve heard more than a few women proclaim how much they love a tall men. And the show put on by the girls in my office when a man walks by in full police uniform (or if a fire alarm goes off, bringing the above mentioned calender boys to the scene) is anything but subdued.
The latest example... the World Cup of Soccer.
Facebook has become the land of the overheated. Female status updates have many all capitalized words with many extra vowels... and many many exclamation marks. “OOOOOOH BABY!!!!”. “IIIIITALY!!!!” (Proclaiming admiration of the players more than support for the team). “HEEEEE’S GORGEOUS!!!!”
I can only imagine the reaction if Facebook fellas began hooting and hollering about female tennis players during Wimbledon. We’d be silly boys... or showing proof of how we don’t think with our heads.
It’s not so much that I take offense to any of this. I will admit to some level of offense when I’m standing right next to a few girls and they proclaim that if any guy stands under six feet tall, they don’t find him attractive. And I find it ridiculous that a woman would take pride in the amount of toe cleavage she’s showing (a term I didn’t even know existed until about a year ago). But I think the moral high ground, in the world of gender superficiality, has become very much up for grabs.
MONDAY...
— Work is long and somewhat dull. But get through it all the same.
— Watched a good documentary called Bio-Dad... all about searching for the sperm donor. During the making, the documentarian finds out he had a daughter he never knew about (through an affair 23 years prior). And he finds out his sister is really only his half sister (they had both thought they had the same donor as a father). Lots of stuff going on.
TUESDAY...
— Done with physio. About time. Tired of the people who go to that place. Today, while on the stationary bike, I heard the guy across from me yawning like he just woke up and it was 6:30 on a Sunday morning... then he let one rip. Too comfy fella.
WEDNESDAY...
— Pre work lunch with Megan is fun. Good catching up.
— Work is fairly uninspiring. This job would work much better if we had one week off each month.
THURSDAY...
— Run down, sore, headache. I stay home from work. Some TV... a short walk in the early afternoon to see if the outdoors refreshes... not much else.
FRIDAY...
— Long day. Up at 7:00 to go to Mazda with the car. There three hours waiting... good thing that the Bullpen Gospels is a good read.
— A few hours lazing before work... then working alone. Half the shift in certification and half in AFIS. Eat outside with Annick... Chinese food... and It’s nice out.
— Groceries after work. Load up this time... and gas for the car after that. So I’m not relaxing in the house until a few minutes before midnight.
SATURDAY...
— Lazy Saturday. Sleep in a bit... play video game baseball for a bit... watch some soccer and some real baseball on TV.
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