More death wings and then literary ponderances out of nowhere. 2003-07-27 - 5:38 p.m.
For some reason, Death wish wings are slightly less deadly when eaten cold as an after-werk snack. Mmmmmmm, wings.
For yet another strange reason, I was just thinking about a term I remembered from Madeleine L'Engle's A Swiftly Tilting Planet- the "might-have been" (I think I put that dash in the right place, I dunno). In the book, basically you have this kid, Charles Wallace, who has to go back through time to find the "might-have been", or the one person who's very existence throws the world out of whack, leading to a rapidly approaching nuclear war.
Anyway, I really loved that book. I loved every one of L'Engle's books that I've read (hmmm, I should go reread those, maybe before I dig into my most recent purchase- Anita Diamant's The Red Tent.... wait a minute, I need to study music history before I do anything! HAHAHAHAHA). But that particular book sticks out in my memory because of the fact that "might-have beens" can completely screw up the course of existence. Or maybe, if you think about them from a different standpoint, "might-have beens" can be good things that you're simply missing out on.
In any case, my point is, the very air around here is rife with "might-have beens"- it's as if the atmosphere is possessed with a stagnant fog of them.
But, there is absolutely no use sitting around asking "What if.... ?" all the time. You've got to fight your way through the fog to feel the pleasant breeze of fresh air on your face again.
Where the hell was I going with that?
Anyway, werk was bleh today. It was the classic case of too many people being scheduled and not enough work to go around to do. When this happens, all the young'uns start standing around talking about which of their co-werkers they don't like and who is dating whom and that sort of thing. It gets on my nerves, because they usually rope me into these conversations and I could care less. Like the easygoing pushover that I am, I just want to be everybody's friend. Yes I get annoyed with Snotty Shoe Girl sometimes, but that doesn't mean any good use comes from us standing around jabbering about her instead of actually getting the guts to talk to Manager Girl about our problems with her.
So yeah. Fun times at the old mally-mall on a long boring Sunday. But I finally get a day off tomorrow! Woo. I am going to be useful. Really I am.
Right now, I'm going to go look at the Grad School website for possible jobs around Grad Schoolville. Because yeah. I'm po'. Anywho, have a lovely evening everyone! :)