We've been through fake-a-breakdown
Self hurt
Plastics, collections
Self help, self pain,
ESP, psychics, fuck all
I was central
I had control
I lost my head
I need this
I need this
REM, Country Feedback

Want to talk about wierd days? My alarm never went off this morning so I was two hours late to get to work to cover for a coworker. I got out to my car to find the lamp part of a streetlight in front of my car. The pole which it came from was still intact and erect. Just the lamp was off. In front of my car. Good thing it wasn't ON my car.

I get to work and find out that someone from one of our other divisions has been fudging their figures to make themselves look good and make us look bad. The next spending/savings review is coming up and my boss is preparing to chew a hole through them. Oh to be a fly on the wall for THAT meeting...

Now that I have gotten the hand of this blogger nonsense, I am finding it much easier than the html nonsense. Lazy, yes, but efficient, also yes. 

Carry on.

Once upon a time there were no birds. But Sky was lonely and needed song, so the birds came and cheered it up. Now, not all the birds were happy. Some sang sad songs, so the sky would cry a while. And sometimes the birds would go away for a long time.

Then the sky would be sad and lonely, and would cry frozen tears until the birds came back. The frozen tears were called Snow and Ice. Sky's tears would blanket Earth and make her beautiful, in hopes that the birds would come back. Some did, but not all. Sky was sad and bleak.

Soon enough, the birds would return. Sky would shine and melt away the blankets that kept Earth asleep. Then, Sky would cry tears of joy at the return of the birds. The earth would swallow up Sky's tears when it was all done; but sometimes Earth couldn't contain so much sorrow, so the tears would wash everything away. This was called flood.

Sometimes Sky became so preoccupied with the singing that it would forget it was sad. It would bring the shining heat on everything and make it pretty for the birds, to entice them to stay. The sad birds would say not a word. The happy birds were too warm to sing. Earth would radiate its fury at the sky. This was called drought.

Sky would not give in. It would fill up with the tears and not release them. It did not want to be sad. It wanted to feel only joy. The pent-up
tears and the shining heat would make everything hazy. This was called humidity.

Everyone would pray that some day, Sky would cry again. The plants would scream in abject horror as the sun burnt their flesh. They had no tears from Sky to save them.

The Dancers would come and sing to Sky because the birds were too weak. Sky would boom back at the dancers, wanting the birds. The boom was called thunder.

The Dancers would sing louder, and move in a frenzied pace. Sky would boom back louder, crackling with anger and lighting up with its fury. The crackling would bring lightning.

The Dancers would not let up. They would make fire and circle around and around, their voices reaching up and out.

The Dancers would pray.
The birds would pray.
Earth and the plants would pray.

Sky would finally snap in frustration. The noise was deafening.

And finally, the tears came.

This was called rain.

And the rain was good.

Don't project
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest
U2, Numb

So today I caved and finally decided to start using the account I set up at blogger. Much as I love putting my own weblogs together from scratch, this is nice too, because I can update this from wherever, instead of waiting until I'm home and at my comp with all my ftp info and stuff.

Anyway, this past weekend was a long weekend in Canada. We all get Monday off. Well most of us. I got to go to work and answer the phone and explain to everyone else on the planet that "you see, in Canada, where I happen to be, it is a holiday, so no one else is here. Why am I here? Good question. I have things to do. Call so-and-so tomorrow. Yes. Ok. Bye." Why is it that we are expected to keep on the up-and-up with events and holidays in other countries, but it isn't reciprocated? I just don't get that. Oh well.