Oh, let me see. What shall it be today?
Apr. 24th, 2002 12:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgWell, I didn't leave on time - all the fun happened after the last post and I didn't leave my desk until 6:30 PM - which puts me at home about 8:30 or so...and I try to be in bed to begin again at 9:00 PM. So guess who didn't have a Life yesterday?
I hate liars. I really hate it when people think they can generate currency/influences with me by doing it. And I mean everything from stretching the truth to outright forget-about-reality bullshit. Sheesh, I'm blonde, but not clueless. I can tell when someone is trying to get away with something - and I'm nothing special, believe me.
So why do they keep doing it? Do they think I'm going to forget about the last line they spewed at me and think this is something credible - when clearly, it ain't - and provide sympathy and comfort for something that one, isn't real and two, is their own fault?
Mom was fond of saying there were two kinds of people in the world, givers and takers - and how she ended up with three givers, she didn't have a clue. Could have been she's one of the giving sort herself, but I think she wonders about her ability to judge character sometimes as well.
Grrr. The fact that the latest offender is a long-standing friend of Jim's family doesn't help much - I'm really a newbie when it comes to this woman and her three children, so I feel I need to tread carefully here - but every time - EVERY time I deal with any one of them, I feel like jumping on the roof and yelling "are you KIDDING me?!!!"
*preen* Okay, better now.
Do I feel self-righteous because I get up, go to work every day and pay my own bills with the proceeds? Well, that works, doesn't it? I don't ask for help nor need any today - I'm not couch surfing at 37 with three children who look to do much the same if not doing it now.
I make my own bed, do my own dishes in my own home and own the cars we drive. Expensive though it is, I pay the taxes we owe and any penalties if I screw up. I am vitally aware of these obligations.
And then some little twit pops off about being lectured - when the sign says "Busy," no less. Lectured, my ass. If you want to lie to me about why you're not in your last year of high school and I call you on it, it's no lecture. You lied to me, I caught you and it don't feel good. Well, cope. *huff* Why do you think I'm busy? I'M WORKING. How the hell do you think that happened?
*grump*
I'm a firm believer in Question Authority - but I extend it to encompass anything that sets itself up as Authority. I do not believe people want to be deceived, just to be comfortable. I surely don't, it seems.
I should do a piece on currency - I seem to be overly taken with the process of paying my way through, I think. And it's not just money and paying bills...it's the earning and the entitlement...value and perceived value of effort...give and take...exchange of goods for services, the value of utility and all that.
It's central to my inability to rest, I think. I've always got another mountain in my sights that needs climbing - *chuckles* And doing things I really don't like in favor of things I do enjoy, but produce no concrete benefit (Skee-ball over Battletech at D & B, for example. I can take home the plushie, but who can see how well Jim and I kicked everyone in the tail after the papers are gone?)
Still getting used to this interface. Hmm. I think I just came up with some more interests to list....
And I want some serious time for writing soon. I am feeling the lack of it. Sorely.
I hate liars. I really hate it when people think they can generate currency/influences with me by doing it. And I mean everything from stretching the truth to outright forget-about-reality bullshit. Sheesh, I'm blonde, but not clueless. I can tell when someone is trying to get away with something - and I'm nothing special, believe me.
So why do they keep doing it? Do they think I'm going to forget about the last line they spewed at me and think this is something credible - when clearly, it ain't - and provide sympathy and comfort for something that one, isn't real and two, is their own fault?
Mom was fond of saying there were two kinds of people in the world, givers and takers - and how she ended up with three givers, she didn't have a clue. Could have been she's one of the giving sort herself, but I think she wonders about her ability to judge character sometimes as well.
Grrr. The fact that the latest offender is a long-standing friend of Jim's family doesn't help much - I'm really a newbie when it comes to this woman and her three children, so I feel I need to tread carefully here - but every time - EVERY time I deal with any one of them, I feel like jumping on the roof and yelling "are you KIDDING me?!!!"
*preen* Okay, better now.
Do I feel self-righteous because I get up, go to work every day and pay my own bills with the proceeds? Well, that works, doesn't it? I don't ask for help nor need any today - I'm not couch surfing at 37 with three children who look to do much the same if not doing it now.
I make my own bed, do my own dishes in my own home and own the cars we drive. Expensive though it is, I pay the taxes we owe and any penalties if I screw up. I am vitally aware of these obligations.
And then some little twit pops off about being lectured - when the sign says "Busy," no less. Lectured, my ass. If you want to lie to me about why you're not in your last year of high school and I call you on it, it's no lecture. You lied to me, I caught you and it don't feel good. Well, cope. *huff* Why do you think I'm busy? I'M WORKING. How the hell do you think that happened?
*grump*
I'm a firm believer in Question Authority - but I extend it to encompass anything that sets itself up as Authority. I do not believe people want to be deceived, just to be comfortable. I surely don't, it seems.
I should do a piece on currency - I seem to be overly taken with the process of paying my way through, I think. And it's not just money and paying bills...it's the earning and the entitlement...value and perceived value of effort...give and take...exchange of goods for services, the value of utility and all that.
It's central to my inability to rest, I think. I've always got another mountain in my sights that needs climbing - *chuckles* And doing things I really don't like in favor of things I do enjoy, but produce no concrete benefit (Skee-ball over Battletech at D & B, for example. I can take home the plushie, but who can see how well Jim and I kicked everyone in the tail after the papers are gone?)
Still getting used to this interface. Hmm. I think I just came up with some more interests to list....
And I want some serious time for writing soon. I am feeling the lack of it. Sorely.
