Dear bloggies of the blogosphere, i'm back. Well, sorta. I have been neglecting to write since the main player in my mind game has been a job transition with the new "job" being incredibly disappointing. I'm not sure if you all share my general fear o' the internet but i wanted to be careful about what information i posted on my blog, afraid it would be traced back to me and i would be fired
However, due to extreme circumstances in the workplace, which include unsolicited hissy fits from one boss, unnecessary panic attacks from the other, an abused and crying intern, and a new hire with doubtful reading skills, that fear has subsided, to some degree, and i am here to rant and rave and tell you all, in bits and pieces, about new kinds of crazy you ain't never heard of.
Let me say that the only sane human in this office aside from myself (insert joke here) is a lovely girl, a bleeding heart playwright to my bleeding heart poet. When we discuss the madness that occurs within this little office, we share our belief that there is rich writing material around us: highly lucrative comedic situations and at times, intense drama caused by characters so disturbed and off-beat that they seem like caricatures of actual people. However, we both feel the same inability to clearly articulate and communicate the corruption of these individuals and the shotty company that they run. Though my coworker sees our superiors as ideal characters for an unwritten play, she feels that if she truly was able to explain their behavior and unravel their personalities, no one would believe it. I too feel this way, so please bare with me.
I will start with this tid bit:
I know i have some "fans" (we'll call you that because really, isn't that what you are?) in the South so please don't take offense when i say nothing amplifies crazy like a Southern twang.
We have all, at times, said inane, sometimes ludicrous things but slap the deep southern drawl of a 75 year old woman on that and you got yourself some home-cooked crazy that you never tasted before.
And at that, i must get going because 5 minutes has passed and so, my phone is ringing, the caller only steps away, requesting me in her office.
Maybe she read this blog. One can only hope.
However, due to extreme circumstances in the workplace, which include unsolicited hissy fits from one boss, unnecessary panic attacks from the other, an abused and crying intern, and a new hire with doubtful reading skills, that fear has subsided, to some degree, and i am here to rant and rave and tell you all, in bits and pieces, about new kinds of crazy you ain't never heard of.
Let me say that the only sane human in this office aside from myself (insert joke here) is a lovely girl, a bleeding heart playwright to my bleeding heart poet. When we discuss the madness that occurs within this little office, we share our belief that there is rich writing material around us: highly lucrative comedic situations and at times, intense drama caused by characters so disturbed and off-beat that they seem like caricatures of actual people. However, we both feel the same inability to clearly articulate and communicate the corruption of these individuals and the shotty company that they run. Though my coworker sees our superiors as ideal characters for an unwritten play, she feels that if she truly was able to explain their behavior and unravel their personalities, no one would believe it. I too feel this way, so please bare with me.
I will start with this tid bit:
I know i have some "fans" (we'll call you that because really, isn't that what you are?) in the South so please don't take offense when i say nothing amplifies crazy like a Southern twang.
We have all, at times, said inane, sometimes ludicrous things but slap the deep southern drawl of a 75 year old woman on that and you got yourself some home-cooked crazy that you never tasted before.
And at that, i must get going because 5 minutes has passed and so, my phone is ringing, the caller only steps away, requesting me in her office.
Maybe she read this blog. One can only hope.
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