I’m trying so very hard to be more diligent about writing on this here newfangled bloggy thingy. I’m hoping that a little surge of inspiration will be forthcoming and that something brilliant will spill out of my fingertips, onto the screen, into your lives and then into the hands of a publisher, who will option a book that is then made into a suck-cessful Hollywood fillum that will make me oodles of cashola.
Until then, I blog. As much as I can make myself.
That’s the first kind of trying.
The second kind of trying is wearing me down! Work is just circling the drain on a daily basis. I’ve never seen people who should be so thankful to have such well-paying jobs (for the work required) sink into such bitter, jaded little pools of ire. That’s what’s happened here, though. Rather than just be content and happy with their lives and a relatively easy job, they’ve set their sights on being disruptive, problematic, and plain ol’ jerkish. Get over it! We should all be here to do our jobs as best we can and then go home. I don’t need you to be my friend, I certainly don’t want to be YOUR friend, and there’s nothing anyone here is doing that should rile you up so much.
And yet. AND YET!
There’s no third trying. I just think things sound better in threes. Don’t you?
December 18, 2009 at 1:19 am |
Agreed on all counts, except the one where blog entries become Hollywood movies, because I’m already dreading who they’d wind up casting to play my nearest and dearest.