Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Ref: That "Goodbye Tone"
Facebook is going through some tough times right now, deciding whether or not their IM chat should be worth a shit or not, and currently lacks the ability to let be in "invisible" mode. I'm not an IMer. I just wanna check Facebook without getting into four spontaneous, contentless conversations by people I'm just digitally bumping into. So as I am ensnared, a window pops up from the friend of a child of an old room-mate (keeping up?) of mine:
Leilani 8 minutes ago
- Hi Kana
kana 8 minutes ago
- hi lei!
Leilani 8 minutes ago
- are you by tori?
kana 6 minutes ago
- sorry, hon. I haven't seen Tori in a long time. She's not back to Alaska yet.
Leilani 5 minutes ago
- well i'm going to get off and do something else ttyl
kana about 1 minute ago
- k bye!
And that's it, folks. She was gone like the wind. If everyone was just that blithe and ingenuous -- and it wasn't considered odd, but rather the norm -- I think we'd have up to 15% more free time in each day.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
|Lies for the money...and it feels sooo bad|
The fact that I'm a real person is probably the biggest setback. I am odd, individualized, inconsistent in my day-to-day attitude, scatterbrained, and generally unfit to do anything more regulated than maybe - MAYBE - brush my teeth everyday. I mean, come on -- everyday? That's, like, so monotonous.
So, I got hired from one of the fatcat bosses I lied so boldly to. They think pretend Kana is just who they need. I'm terrified that real Kana is going to come as a bitter disappointment.
|Not this kind of model|
And yet, surprisingly
close to the mark in effect
I'm going to be working with a lot of these high-motivation career types - this is Oil & Gas, where the big money's made. So not just fatcats, but oily fatcats. I can't believe they wanted me. I can't believe I'm planning to work there. These are not my people. I am going to be forced to talk to these phoneys and submit myself to their judgement and their bullshit for hours everyday. I've been hired. Dammit.
|Things! Things! I MUST HAVE THINGS!!!|
|"...and please don't hurt me." Forgot that bit|
And if I can hold to this rant, keeping it in a small, locked-up portion of my brain that remains pure of the bullshit I'm about to undergo, maybe I'll make it through this new job.