And All That I Can See...
I'm Sitting In Here, In A Boring Room...
A lack of sleep can do strange things to the mind. The question really boils down to two things. A). Why are you here? B). ????
Well, I can't really think of a B. The issues, as always, hound me, plague me, harrass me, bother me... And then comes the inevitable self-doubt. Am I the wronged one? So I think. Am I imcompetent? Probably. Do I deserve to be here? Definitely, maybe.
Where is Here? Office. At 6:00 a.m. Oh and ya, I got home the previous night at 2:00 a.m. Not from a debauched night of drunken revelry and unsafe sex, sadly enough, but from office. The funniest part is that the driver who dropped me home slept the night outside my gate and picked me back up this morning again.
What is it that I do in this hell hole? For the sake of clarity, let's go over the evidence. The 'work' I did, or the lack of it. I began my day at 8:00 a.m. with a shoot. I got back at 1:00 p.m. Post that, I fixed the various investment myths, got the Get Smart location in place, organized the meeting with GG and Valhalla, got the NewsBelt in place, began work on the Game Plan, finished the basic structure, wrote the 'Get Smart', organized the pick up, got the questions answered, wrote the scripts, got Vikram to check them, cut the content of the portfolio, made the graphics, fought with Raju...
So far this morning, I have checked the graphics. Now I have to get the websites in place. So that Tiwariji can shoot them. None of this makes any sense to you, does it? The purpose is not for it to make sense to you, you cheap voyuer! Stop reading this (my general, meandering, PRIVATE thoughts!!!) and get yourself a life! I'm writing this to try and figure out how to save myself time, to find out if I am really as incompetent as I think I am. So what do YOU think? Don't tell me, I don't really care. I would love to wake and smell the coffee, unfortunately, I don't have any right now.
Yea, I'm a whining pseudo-intellectual who needs to get a life and stop whining. Yes, I am immature and foolish and probably need two tight slaps. Yes, it IS time I got over myself and moved on. Yes, I don't mean two ticks to anyone and should stop thinking the solar system shines out of my arse. Yes, I have to grow up.
I didn't invite you to read this.
Deal with it.
A lack of sleep can do strange things to the mind. The question really boils down to two things. A). Why are you here? B). ????
Well, I can't really think of a B. The issues, as always, hound me, plague me, harrass me, bother me... And then comes the inevitable self-doubt. Am I the wronged one? So I think. Am I imcompetent? Probably. Do I deserve to be here? Definitely, maybe.
Where is Here? Office. At 6:00 a.m. Oh and ya, I got home the previous night at 2:00 a.m. Not from a debauched night of drunken revelry and unsafe sex, sadly enough, but from office. The funniest part is that the driver who dropped me home slept the night outside my gate and picked me back up this morning again.
What is it that I do in this hell hole? For the sake of clarity, let's go over the evidence. The 'work' I did, or the lack of it. I began my day at 8:00 a.m. with a shoot. I got back at 1:00 p.m. Post that, I fixed the various investment myths, got the Get Smart location in place, organized the meeting with GG and Valhalla, got the NewsBelt in place, began work on the Game Plan, finished the basic structure, wrote the 'Get Smart', organized the pick up, got the questions answered, wrote the scripts, got Vikram to check them, cut the content of the portfolio, made the graphics, fought with Raju...
So far this morning, I have checked the graphics. Now I have to get the websites in place. So that Tiwariji can shoot them. None of this makes any sense to you, does it? The purpose is not for it to make sense to you, you cheap voyuer! Stop reading this (my general, meandering, PRIVATE thoughts!!!) and get yourself a life! I'm writing this to try and figure out how to save myself time, to find out if I am really as incompetent as I think I am. So what do YOU think? Don't tell me, I don't really care. I would love to wake and smell the coffee, unfortunately, I don't have any right now.
Yea, I'm a whining pseudo-intellectual who needs to get a life and stop whining. Yes, I am immature and foolish and probably need two tight slaps. Yes, it IS time I got over myself and moved on. Yes, I don't mean two ticks to anyone and should stop thinking the solar system shines out of my arse. Yes, I have to grow up.
I didn't invite you to read this.
Deal with it.
posted by Ruth at 9:57 AM
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