Wednesday, November 6, 2002
Awakening...
Red bird
singing like a vixen
Sleep interrupted
As a bullet
Through my dream
My unconscious
Meets the light
The volatile orb
Pushed me to life
Beast emerges
Conscious takes
Over.
Oh,
The drudgery of
The everyday thrust
Why, light
Have you come?
You know my real heaven
Is behind my eyes
Work be gone!
My true love is the
moon, the drunken
nightingale, and the
bed I seize at dark.
My life is to dream
My work is to believe,
My love is to sleep.
And so here I am, at the end of
one of those days. You know the sort. Actually, I had a terrible falling out with my boss... and the deal fell through. What deal? The big one. The deal that I'd been working on for months. We had big, bad, money breathing people coming, too. And this would happen in the town dedicated to gossip. I feel depressed at his failure to see what he's done, but at the same time I have a much lighter heart and mind, as I send out my resume to potentially lovelier, nicer, brighter, more together, intelligent companies. (Yes, I walked out on him today, quitted on the spot... to his rage.) I want to be appreciated. I want to
love my job. Good lord, that must be plausible
?
Clearly, I'm experiencing a Mid-Week CrisisTM.