Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Just Do It Fucker

Arrrgh... today has been an absolute nightmare. I'm so depressed right now it's disgusting. I've been shamed, and guilted into completing this wretched course. So now on top of knowing it's going to feed on what's left of my soul, I now have less time with which to feed it this week's portion.

How do you tell your boss you've had enough of your profession? How do you tell your boss that you'd just like to keep the status quo until you figure out what you want from your life?

You don't. That's how. And from their perspective I am well-aware that they deserve more than that without being told. I would SO rather pay for this damned course just to make it go away. It's not like I don't have enough to do already for my job. And I've had it spoon-fed to me that they already appreciate what I do and that I'm great at my job. So why does it make me feel so worthless and unfulfilled?

Blah... more than enough "woe is me" to choke on for the day. I'm sorry that anyone has to read this. It's not very enjoyable to be certain, so how about a happy song today. A new artist I discovered 2 weeks ago, by the name of Corinne Bailey Rae. Her whole CD is phenomenal, I highly recommend it.

"I'd Like To"

Lying with you reminds me of those days
Me and Candice waking up to a heat wave
Mother's in the garden inviting everyone
Ooo, we'd cut off our old jeans and go outside.
Neighbour's always smiling with a baby on her knee
Rhea sat on the front step getting her hair combed out and greased
And music, the bass booming, pours from a car parked in the street
Got that new song on repeat.

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint these pictures for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things.

Growing up we didn't have a lot of money
Used to spend our summers having parties on the drive
Plastic cups for rum and punch, eating chicken that's hot and sweet
All the women discussing what love is like
Ooh you know what I mean,
and I'm just sitting watching hoping the boys will call for me
Got that new song on repeat.

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint these pictures for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things.

Maybe then I will know I want somebody
Delicate, intimate, used to dream of someone to love
Now you come and you go right by me,
I know I'm in love

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint these pictures for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint these pictures for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that i desire the simple things

3 comments:

Keltie said...

Jo, that sucks; plain and simple. I wish I could help you out. In a different way I've been feeling some similar frustrations, although mine come more from a place of having felt for a long time that I shouldn't do what it is I really want to.

I hope you find your happy.

Jerome said...

How're you doing, my friend?

John said...

I appreciate your concern... both of you. I hate being a complainer. Rest-assured I'm ok, and just being forced into doing something I don't want to do. Ultimately, it should be good for me although I can't rightly say I see how it could right now. Regardless; my life is good and I have no right to be a "snivveler". (if that's a word)