I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Free Dumb
May 22, 2007Detached -
exorcised past,
- free?
Title: Free Dumb
Date: c. 1995
Just started training for email program in my account. This will be my official working day after the mugging incident of my partner and the failure to get the promotion, again! I made a couple of acquaintances, Tippy and Jen. Still have to know their humor-threshold. But they seem okay and nice and intelligent. Tippy is 42 but she really looks like just 32. Amazing!
I was a little- somber? - during the whole day. After all these are new faces and I am still feeling my way around and even trying to check if my decision to move out of my team is the best decision. Well, my operations manager feels it is the best decision given my, well, grieving. Anyway, I hope to excel in the new task, training will end this saturday and certification begins next week. The good thing about this is the shift: no more graveyard shift. I can come home not absolutely beat, still have time for blogging and net surfing.
But i'm beginning to miss Steven, Monique (in photo) and Martha and Say….
