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I don't know what to do with myself, and what to do with my professional career. I am in a position at the moment, where I work for a very good company, that looks after its staff members. I sell a really good product, that almost sells itself. The problem is I am not enjoying my job. The basic day to day function of my job is so frustration, that I find myself on Monday mornings wanting to cry when I have to go to work.
There is a side of me that comes out on occasion. Its the dark side. The side that makes me such an unpleasant person, where I scream, swear and throw things around. This side of me only really comes out when I have to do cold calling. Its the worlds most horrific thing. It forces me to speak and interact with idiots, who I would normally avoid. Its not so much the shooting down that gets to me, its the same F@#* answer all the time. At the moment the answer of the month is: "because of the financial climate, we are cutting down on travel". I have a HUGE surprise for your company. You are not going to make it. If you had to wait for someone to tell you there is trouble, and if you sit and pity yourself over it, you are going to go down in flames.
I had the privilege once again today to witness human nature at work. Standing at a till point at the local supermarket, there was a lady ahead of me finishing off by paying. The lady behind the till swiped her card and eventually said to her that the swipe machine requested them to phone her bank for authorization. This was when human nature kicked in:
This morning I experienced justice at work. While driving to work on Seapoint beach road, I was in a lane going straight and a mini bus taxi was in a turning lane, and sped away to cut in front of everybody and go straight. I saw this happening and sped up to stop him from cutting into my lane also. So while I was staying with him, a mother in a read half loaf kiddy-wagon, pulled out of her parking spot and in front of the taxi, forcing him to brake, hard, and hoot at her. I just started laughing and drove off. Finally they get what they do to us. I am pretty sure he just went past her and drove on doing exactly what he does, but at least for the one minute he felt the frustration we feel daily....
One of the ladies in my office came to work yesterday morning in a state. She drives to work on the N1 freeway from the Northern suburbs and in bumper to bumper traffic. Apparently she yesterday and Wednesday morning she saw a gentleman standing in the bushes on the centre aisle of the freeway, masturbating. She was giggling but really disgusted.
This morning I got into a lift to go to my first appointment. I noticed this really nice looking guy standing right in the front of the lift. I scanned him a bit, to see what kind of clothes he was wearing, of course. He had a pair of black pants on, little tight over the bum, but a nice ass none the less. That's when I noticed it. on his back pocket of his pants, smeared over the button of the pocket, a nice line of snail see through snot. At first I thought it might be something else, but it was definitely snot. I wanted to take a picture but lift, confined space, limited floors and time, I couldn't. Naturally, he lost all appeal and became very ugly, very fast.
They fine innocent road users for going a little faster on a freeway on ramp so that they don't go onto the freeway at 10km/h.......
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
Yesterday afternoon I fell asleep on the couch in front of the TV. When I woke up, I woke up to a dead mouse in the middle of the room. Again I was horrified, because I felt how the cat was playing with it while I was asleep and I thought he was just playing around. I went to get some paper to pick it up with, and as I am taking it to the toilet to flush it, I found it is still moving. I look closer and it is panting furiously and is in absolute shock and lying dead still. I did not know what to do with myself. Admittedly I did give the cat a little kick as I walked past him and then put the mouse in the garden. I know he was going to die anyway, but there is no reason why he cant die in a nice garden without being tortured to death. Needless to say this morning when we woke up, the mouse was lying in our room, now dead.
I hate days like today. Outside the weather is odd. Its sort of hot, but its over cast and its hazy and rain and cold is looming. Inside I am getting flu, and I am all snotty. I am also trying to get my sales calls for this month sorted out. I had to make flight and car reservations for next month to Johannesburg and Durban, just to fill the day up. I hate days where I have no work out of the office. Office days suck!!!
On Sunday night, I finally got revenge for the mouse that Tefnut killed a few days ago. I was busy in the lounge and heard a cat in the passage growling. When I got up to go have a look at what was going on, I saw Khensu with a mouse in his mouth, trying to intimidate Tefnut, who clearly wanted to steal it from him. I started to chase him around to take the mouse away, but he ran into the spare room. There we played a little game of me chasing him, and him chasing the still alive mouse. It was torment on the mouse. Eventually I cornered him and the mouse ran between my legs and away, and he could not get to the mouse in time. I felt great!!! I saved the mouse that I could not save previously when Tefnut played with it and killed it in the neighbours garden.
Then there is the GM collapse. Now this affects me in that it makes the world recession a little more real to me. GM was one of the US's greatest independent companies, and was a US icon. Now because people are just not buying any more cars, that manufacturer is going bust. Thousands of jobs will be lost and a icon of our times will be lost. Lucky the South African division is completely independent and is in no trouble financially at all.
