the life of a harlot-wannabe

harlot-extraordinaire, in the makings of ..

  • Name: Surrealist Idealist
  • Age: Young
  • Occupation: Masterminder of the Harlot-Wannabeism
  • Fave Hangout: My Bed
  • onLife: Trust No One
  • onRelationship: What Relationship?
  • In 5 Years: Harlot Extraordinaire
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Location: Evanston, Illinois, United States

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Wednesday, June 16, 2004

i am DONE with the el.

on my way home today, the red line decided to stall at the jackson stop for five minutes for no reason. then at the thorndale stop, the el was turned off completely (and yes, we were sitting on the platform, in the dark, hot and humid carriage, AT NIGHT!) for ANOTHER ten minutes because there was damned debris on the tracks at the granville stop ahead of us!

man. i cant take the el anymore. it is the bane of my existence, number two. youve guessed the number one bane, youve heard about it for a few days nonstop now, i should give it a rest for the time being, until something new comes up.

just a little anecdote, however, on how crappy of a manager my boss is. he called a meeting today and not only were people LATE to the meeting (said they had to do this and that and this, and these people were lower level than he is, so its very rude of them to do so), one guy didnt even show up! i just dont think people respect him, and at the same time i feel joy that other people hate him too, i cant help but feel sorry for him. it is very humbling to be asking people to do things for you because you are physically incapable of achieving those daily-taken-for-granted tasks, but its another thing when people just outrightly disrecpect you for being a bad manager BECAUSE of that.

oh well. its not my time to feel extremely apologetic for him. i think he got my message though, and sometimes, my guilty conscience wont stop bugging me ...

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