i have never been into surrealist poetry. the quantum leaps from word to word, i get lost in the void, standing there scratching my head and wondering what do chickens with trousers have to do with anything?
but this is the challenge. i found his discussion of the three brains, quite intriguing and will focus on that.
last night was wicked cold. it was like camping. i know something has got to change, but what?
though i did jump through the final hoops of mgmt training last night and friday my assistant status gets finalized. i've paid dearly for it. so it's none too soon.
my young boss has a second job, her old job. i'm not sure what that means, if she's transitioning out. she said,
i'm not challenged here.
which, i'm not sure what that means, since things haven't run smoothly in a while, i'm not sure how many more challenges you need.
i'm not sure whom they'd choose to take over, perhaps they'd hire someone else, but if it were me, my availability is not 24/7 like hers is. and, it would be easier for me to transition into another place, perhaps, having moved up significantly. though i'm not sure what will happen.
strange things are afoot at the circle k (anyone know that line?)
busy day, i've lots of reading.
peace. out.
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