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03/17/2003 Entry: ""31st Conception Day""
It seemed as if my little compooty-snookums had fixed her blue screen problems all by herself, but alas, this bitch has turned sociopathic and needs some strong ass intervention. Tomorrow while on lunch she goes in under her warantee of love and I hope St. Techsupport can drive the serpents out of her memory.
I'm feeling increasingly better after my "man-ses" this weekend and am enjoying the rain and all the blarney of today, which is in fact the 31st anneversary of my conception. That's right, I knew the when and even the where, that led me to be here. In the sauna of a country club on it's grand opening on that day full of mirth, with the wearin o' the green and all.
Work generally was unpleasant today. I saw some pretty inappropriate staff/client interactions in one of the classrooms, as well as a staff person trying to provoke a client into having a behavior ( I work in a day facility for developementally disabled ). Some people think it's funny to watch a person who can hardly communicate and has a long history of abuse "go off." This schmuck then tried to pit staff aginst eachother, so I went to the head muckety-muck and she assured that he would be dealt with tomorrow. But not only is this guy vindictive and sneaky, he's also friends with my housemate. So, as things always are in this town, it's complicated, multi-layered drama and everyone knows everyone involved. But, that's that. I did the right thing and it's not my karma. I've had my share, for sure, burned it and been burnt by it, but whatever this yahoo tries to do in vengeance won't be mine to own.
I'm going to take it relatively easy on this ailing pooter tonight, and maybe work on lines for the play and gasp, even dust off the ol' dissertation and maybe make some headway towards getting that demon behind me. I've got to think in terms of being productive sans technology... there's so much to do and needs done without my butt planted on this dumpster-dived chair and my eyes resting on line after line of electrons doing the pixel can-can.
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