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June, 2000

6/27/00

Okay, okay -- so most of the month has gone. I guess the question would be: What's the point? And my answer: Who the f**k cares? That out of the way, let's begin <smashing bottle of virtual champagne against side of monitor. Uh...it's virtual, okay? So there's no damage. Sheesh.> 

So I'm "between jobs" again. Yup. Ran smack into a bout of company politics with my last (brief) job. You know how in nearly every company there's always someone who wields a certain amount of power (probably because they're sleeping with some upper eschalon bigwig in the firm), and therefore can act like a full-on bitch/bastard (in this case, a bitch)? Well, just because I stood up for myself after having my intelligence insulted, they let me go. No, they didn't mention the run-in with the bitch (and everyone in that department hates her guts, btw) -- the mealy-mouthed, kiss-ass HR director just mumbled something about  it "being known" that I was "unhappy" with my job. Uh, yeah -- a foot-stamping, uber-bitch named Gilda was certainly contributing to that. I was too stunned to say anything -- I just took my paycheck (luckily I got two-weeks severance thrown in) and left. I emailed a friend over there afterward -- she told me everyone hates Gilda even more now. Heh. Oh, and the Saturday after, I get my last form rejection from Baen Books for Sleuths of Sorcery. Sigh.

So, now I have a bit more writing time -- tinged with a certain amount of anxiety, of course. I need a friggin' paycheck! I'm not looking forward to being a "cubicle person" again, but I have BILLS! CAR PAYMENTS! YARGHHH! Jeez, I just wish I could win Lotto and be done with the whole thing: no more cubicles, no more boring clerical shit, no more uber-Gilda-bitches...

While I'm writing this our next door neighbor brain-dead case has been banging on some crappy old door he's got lain across a table. I have NO idea WHY he's doing this. So I've been playing my Clannad CDs real loud just to bug him (he likes country music) -- if I really want to piss him off, I'll blast him with Mozart's "Eine kleine Nachtmusik." Heh. That gets to the bugger REAL quick.

So I saw "Shaft" starring the uber-cool Samuel L. Jackson (directed by the brilliant John Singleton) this past Sunday. After the week I just had, I really needed to see a lot of crappy-assed human durance vile get blown away. It would have been soooo cool if one of the offed characters had been named "Gilda." I can dig it.

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