HA! That’s just a tad over dramatic. Oh well.
Last night I sat here in a work-induced stupor watching old Guess Who videos on YouTube. Everyone needs a Burton Cummings fix every once in a while. This one suited my mood – staring at a record spinning. Wow.
My advice to you is to go there and type his name into search and that should effectively write off a large part of your day.
I needed to go to my ‘calm’ place, as opposed to the place where a control freak ego maniac (who also happens to be stupid and forgetful with a bit of meanness and spite thrown in to foster insanity) rules a few odd hours of my life. Ever notice how the people who make up all the dumb rules also make themselves the exceptions to them? Funny how that works. And how impossible it is for me to change anything except the way I react to it all. Or refuse to react. Stupors will either save or kill me.
Normally I bite my tongue (or tape up my typing fingers) to avoid complaining about work here. Sorry that slipped out, but exploding was the other alternative. And hopefully everyone has been so mesmerized by Burton that they’ve not read this far anyway.
And I think I’m over it. Life’s too short.
