Friday, May 20, 2005

Cunt.

We had a stress management class on Weds. It was interestingly charming and relatively innocuous, so I didn’t have to do much in the way of preparation. I did discover that I have very low job satisfaction. Well, gee; thank god for that survey…

Anyway, one of our exercises was to talk to each other and act like we were listening, so we could feel how good it felt to be listened to; we were to partner up and then talk about something stressful. OK, suck shit, whatever. So, the lovely woman next to me proceeded to tell me all about how her TiVO broke and now she has to get a repair man to go over and how she’s not able to record any TV shows.

And the whole time I was thinking, “Cunt.”

I then told her about the child abuse I watched that morning. She looked at me, dumbfounded, and said, “Wow, that’s like, bad!”

Cunt.

So, that was that. Cunt.

Surprisingly, there was a manager there who had ranked his life and job satisfaction very low. That was rather surprising; I thought nobodies were content being nobodies. I mean it’s not like he’s a profoundly good manager, because he’s not. And it’s not that he’s talented, because he’s not. But fascinating nonetheless to find out that a nobody can be discontented.

Claiisha and I have been saying CUNT all day at work today. Was quite refreshing and fun.
:)

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