"The trouble with the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat."
- Lily Tomlin
What is the word for when you said it, you thought it up, you swear!! and then you see it on your google news as if it were the plainest thing in the world to know - she thought, it not you!
Sometimes I honestly believe human beings think and connect and share ideas - hell, we have whole conferences! - just by unconscious telepathy.
Like today. I was at a meeting where 3 other people said they'd already set out plans for exactly the same thing as I'd already been thinking! A year ago!
There is a lesson in this:
When thou thinkest something and you think it is a good idea, put.it.out.there.don't.delay.
There is also a corollary:
It's about the idea, not you.
So concentrate on how great it is that lots of people share your idea, it's moving forward because someone amongst you had the balls to roll with it first, so you should now roll up your sleeves and get to work, contribute and make sure you all pull it off.
Unfortunately, at this rat racy stage in my rattish life, my first reaction is simply to pout, stamp my feet on the playground and say But but it's MINE!! *grabs fabulous MINE idea out of impostors greedy grasping paws.
Hmphfffff. Ego. Must meditate more.
Tuesday, 18 November 2008
Procrastination
Day One of PTJ (Part Time Job) number 2.
The tasks themselves are easy enough. But let's just say, I can see why people who work in corporate offices seem to thirst for weekends, parties, sex, booze anything anything anything exciting luscious lifegiving fragrant wild or just plain alive.
A lot of this job (mine, at present, I mean) involves reading loads of corporate crap (it doesn't relieve the tedium that it's in a second language which I also find excruciatingly boring).
The stuff is soul sapping.
Someone made X which they invested in Y, partnering with Z for ---- (*insert fantastical sum here) profit, which will benefit ------ people (*insert either: Precisely Zero OR, if you're feeling social-responsibility biting hard at your backside, another fantastical figure).
What nonsense. Seriously. Who cares!?! The moon is out. The vine leaves are glowing in the streetlight. There's a walk to take up the high street (mundane Spar visit, but is sounding positively throbbingly exciting compared to this 'reading'), love to be made, articles to read and major decisions to make: Should I take this pair of jeans to India or that. Should I kiss him now or after dinner or both. Perhaps we should take a walk late at night and sit on one of those benches by the river with an icecream (like in high school, but with no Should I buy a Vogue magazine this month or resist - in the name of paring down - again.
Is this job worth the pittance it pays and the activities it costs?
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22:58 update:
Job done, mission accomplished, that wasn't SO bad. Just quite bad.
The tasks themselves are easy enough. But let's just say, I can see why people who work in corporate offices seem to thirst for weekends, parties, sex, booze anything anything anything exciting luscious lifegiving fragrant wild or just plain alive.
A lot of this job (mine, at present, I mean) involves reading loads of corporate crap (it doesn't relieve the tedium that it's in a second language which I also find excruciatingly boring).
The stuff is soul sapping.
Someone made X which they invested in Y, partnering with Z for ---- (*insert fantastical sum here) profit, which will benefit ------ people (*insert either: Precisely Zero OR, if you're feeling social-responsibility biting hard at your backside, another fantastical figure).
What nonsense. Seriously. Who cares!?! The moon is out. The vine leaves are glowing in the streetlight. There's a walk to take up the high street (mundane Spar visit, but is sounding positively throbbingly exciting compared to this 'reading'), love to be made, articles to read and major decisions to make: Should I take this pair of jeans to India or that. Should I kiss him now or after dinner or both. Perhaps we should take a walk late at night and sit on one of those benches by the river with an icecream (like in high school, but with no Should I buy a Vogue magazine this month or resist - in the name of paring down - again.
Is this job worth the pittance it pays and the activities it costs?
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22:58 update:
Job done, mission accomplished, that wasn't SO bad. Just quite bad.
Monday, 17 November 2008
For post-its.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
- Emily Dickinson
There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!
- Coco Chanel
- Emily Dickinson
There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time!
- Coco Chanel
Sunday, 16 November 2008
He is a daydreamer (quiz below)
The daydreamer and the idealist went to sea, in a beautiful pea-green boat.
This explains a lot. Mostly, it explains why I am so bewitched.
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