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Aug. 30th, 2005 09:38 amhttp://www.livejournal.com/users/kelowna/612688.html
has pictures from our last Old Rag hike that I like. Please note I sucked my gut in for the “chiseled” picture, as I ate all you can eat for a week straight in WV.
The group I’m working for is ECIMS, Executive Correspondence and Issues Management Staff. Issues Management, and me. Now that’s funny.
I had a lot of fun out there in WV training the field personnel. It turns out that there are some things I enjoy or am good at - training is one of them. Maybe someday I can combine my law experience with my enjoyment of doing seminars and whatnot?
I’m sad. My job security is gone, and I am facing uncertainty with what I will be doing where. Security is very important to me, so feeling somewhat ungrounded is unsettling. No matter how long I review my stocks, my accounts, my options and resume - I just hate not knowing what is in store for the next ten years.
School isn’t what I was hoping for. Each class is a hard-core seminar in anti-government, so far not even addressing the law. I don’t mind alternative viewpoints, but there is a point where I get tired of paying to be preached propaganda. One class assigns hundreds of pages of reading a week, another has turned out to be a stealth writing class with another 20 page paper. I specifically avoided any course that would require writing this term - but they don’t tell you which courses are writing ones, they’re not marked, there is no list. The president of GALLA dropped out of law school, and I really don’t care to pick up the slack as none of the other officers have done a lick of work for the organization.
All these problems are self-inflicted, so I can’t even lament about them. I choose to go to law school, to continue and not drop out. I choose to address my abusive boss by moving on. I choose to work when I could not work for an extended period of time and live off my future oriented funds.
I choose, but I feel…it’s like I’m far away from a party. I am on a hill, and I see the lights across the lake. I can make out the bass, and know the song. My mind fills with images of what the party is like, images certainly more enviable than the reality. Even if I was there, chance are I would feel just as far away - the voices muffled even next to me, the faces all strangers, the conversations not anything I care about or can contribute to. I can make myself not care, but I do. I want to be a part of it. I know somehow it’s me that keeps me on the outskirts, that cares about this and not about that, that knows the game but doesn’t play. I know I choose to be far away, but I still want to be part of it. The muffled sounds make it matter.
I hadn’t thought about the stupid hurricane hitting anything but NO. I am annoyed by lamenting about people who are stranded - those morons that didn’t leave the area when warned about the hurricane and likely flooding to follow. You are a moron if you have to be saved from the attic or roof of your house - who didn’t know what was coming?Now I understand no one has heard from my sister. duh on my part, wrong redneck state
has pictures from our last Old Rag hike that I like. Please note I sucked my gut in for the “chiseled” picture, as I ate all you can eat for a week straight in WV.
The group I’m working for is ECIMS, Executive Correspondence and Issues Management Staff. Issues Management, and me. Now that’s funny.
I had a lot of fun out there in WV training the field personnel. It turns out that there are some things I enjoy or am good at - training is one of them. Maybe someday I can combine my law experience with my enjoyment of doing seminars and whatnot?
I’m sad. My job security is gone, and I am facing uncertainty with what I will be doing where. Security is very important to me, so feeling somewhat ungrounded is unsettling. No matter how long I review my stocks, my accounts, my options and resume - I just hate not knowing what is in store for the next ten years.
School isn’t what I was hoping for. Each class is a hard-core seminar in anti-government, so far not even addressing the law. I don’t mind alternative viewpoints, but there is a point where I get tired of paying to be preached propaganda. One class assigns hundreds of pages of reading a week, another has turned out to be a stealth writing class with another 20 page paper. I specifically avoided any course that would require writing this term - but they don’t tell you which courses are writing ones, they’re not marked, there is no list. The president of GALLA dropped out of law school, and I really don’t care to pick up the slack as none of the other officers have done a lick of work for the organization.
All these problems are self-inflicted, so I can’t even lament about them. I choose to go to law school, to continue and not drop out. I choose to address my abusive boss by moving on. I choose to work when I could not work for an extended period of time and live off my future oriented funds.
I choose, but I feel…it’s like I’m far away from a party. I am on a hill, and I see the lights across the lake. I can make out the bass, and know the song. My mind fills with images of what the party is like, images certainly more enviable than the reality. Even if I was there, chance are I would feel just as far away - the voices muffled even next to me, the faces all strangers, the conversations not anything I care about or can contribute to. I can make myself not care, but I do. I want to be a part of it. I know somehow it’s me that keeps me on the outskirts, that cares about this and not about that, that knows the game but doesn’t play. I know I choose to be far away, but I still want to be part of it. The muffled sounds make it matter.
I hadn’t thought about the stupid hurricane hitting anything but NO. I am annoyed by lamenting about people who are stranded - those morons that didn’t leave the area when warned about the hurricane and likely flooding to follow. You are a moron if you have to be saved from the attic or roof of your house - who didn’t know what was coming?
