Stillblogeto

big storm coming this way. better hurry up to the store and get milk and bottled water.

???

why is everyone buying water? we’re getting 4″ of rain… aren’t we going to have more water than we need???

fucktards.

yes, only two.

numbers and geography. mostly numbers. they make my head spin. I can’t understand them, can’t look at them, and it makes me angry and tired to try to do either.

So what project do i have in work? I’m making sales reports, for all of our sales for the year, by country. I’ve been anxious about starting this, and now that i’m in it, i know why- because nomatter how hard i try to stay focused and understand what i’m doing- its not happening.

Then my boss comes by and points to this LONG list of sales by countries, which is listed by their country code, and asks me to sum up the european ones only.

HUH???? what??? She went on to say more, but all i could think of is how i was going to figure out what each country code stood for, and how would I know which countries are in europe. and how was I going to pull just that from the spreadsheet. She was already 5 instructions past the part I was stuck at thinking about, then tells me she needs it today.

this writing thing. i just can’t do it.

not THIS writing thing. not the blog. that i can do.

its the writing workshop that I teach. i can’t do THAT.

For one thing… it comes dangerously close to american idol, a show that I’m addicted to (yeah, yeah, i ended in a preposition. fuck you). And, these people, like most people, are beginning to annoy me. They are all very nice, but … nothing changes. the same woman writes the same ‘piece’ that sounds like a ’snippet’ from readers digest. its usually about spring or seeing the beauty in something, or some other boring crap. and the woman who writes as if we are in the 50s. “old doc McGreggor” and “c’mon boys, lets get out of here”. who talks like that? she gets offended when i remind her we’re in 2007 now. there’s another woman who writes about ancient Lapland. No, i don’t know where ancient Lapland is, but her stories are good. although, half her mistakes I don’t even care about because she’s reading the story with a raspy swedish accent and it sounds romantic. if i read it, it would sound rediculous.

so tonight, i had someone new sign up. I didn’t have the heart to tell him i’m probably not going to be teaching it anymore, but after his phone call, i think i might be able to find the courage.

he writes….

science fiction.