there is a sticker on the front of the CD cover of the disc i'm playing which says "contains language that some people may find offensive". i guess i better make the most of vile language at work while i still can since in the near future i'm going to dragged kicking and screaming from my lovely office into a rabbit hutch sized cubicle that gives me serious feelings of claustaphobia just thinking about it. as i am prone to do, i totally lost my cool when my boss put this proposal forward in our team meeting yesterday. i came away from the meeting pissed off that i might have to move permanently to what i consider a punishment cell and pissed off with myself that i didn't discuss my objections in a calm and rational manner. the icky feeling persisted for the whole evening. the coolest guy says i'm too hard on myself...that i should let things go. i know he's right, i know i'm being way too self critical but lightening up on myself is easier said than done.
9:14 a.m. - May 08, 2003
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