synaesthesia
Just when I discovered Veoh and it turned into a cool, free, retro to 1995-Internet site--days of unregulation and free porn--it gets shut down--at least the fun adult stuff. But I managed to download enough to keep my hands busy for a while.
Anyway, work is going fine. Only I have made some alarming discoveries. A lot of people I work with are not very smart, not very engaged in their work. There is one woman who is quite smart but she is very inexperienced in her role. The other thing is that the people who run the company are not that smart either. I feel like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby only I have just discovered that all of them are a little dopey as opposed to witches.
I think it is one of the final frontiers of wisdom to realize that the people you work for can be dumb. I mean it should be obvious--look at the President--but somehow it is engrained in me to think that people in high ranking positions must be good at their jobs. But it is not true.
I'll tell you, it give me mixed feelings. On one hand I feel like I'm not going to learn much except how to be patient and how to manage office politics better. On the other hand, I feel good because I feel pretty damn smart. It can be empowering but it is also depressing.
But I should clarify this dumbness as it is a crude word and there are several species roaming free in my new world:
1) Lazy. In over his head. Wanted a job to coast through that he had no skills for so he hired someone (hmmm) to make himself look better
2) Does acceptable work but has no natural curiousity about the world or how he can do his job better.
3) Almost there but disconnects at the point where we should be connecting,
4) So caught up in administrative tasks that there is no way she will learn new things.
5) Very experienced in his niche but has been insulated from the outside world by working at the company too long (25 years)
So that's the work thing.
On the home front, let's see:
1) I painted these horrible guest room closet doors white. It took a coat of primer and 4 coats of semi-gloss but the faux wood look is now history.
2) I am having a new Andersen window and patio door installed if my contractor ever gets his fat ass over here.
3) The torrential rains of June nearly destroyed my window box flowers but they are looking better.
4) I wrote cunty letters to the CEOs of Baker furniture, Brooks Brothers and Smith & Hawken because they all suck in their own way.
5) The AC in my house is so cold. Apartment ACs suck. I have never been this freezing. It is awesome.
6) I saw a guy at my gym I met on a Web site. I think he recognizes me too. I'm so sick of making the first move.
7) Ditto. Guy at my gym kept checking me out and checking me out. When I finally started talking to him about the rain, he got all scared.
8) Two or three days a week there is one guy on the subway that does it for me. Not the same guy, but different guys. The NY Times had an article about how some people's dopamine is out of whack. These are the people who are prone to excessive behavior and will throw reason out the window. These people are also the ones who can become addicted to sex and have cravings for it. This is so me. Sometimes I see a guy I am attracted to and it is like I am eating. I swear watching him feels like the satisfaction I get from a good meal. Maybe I have synaesthesia. That's how it was with this guy last Monday. He was just my type. 27 or 28, 5 9, dark hair, Italian, nice smooth face, big shoulders, small waist, but very natural looking. He was checking me out but I never know if guys are checking me out because they are attracted to me or because I have a big chest and shoulders and they are just doing a straight guy comparison/could I take him? kinda thing. But I really wanted him. I kept thinking about fucking him that I got the biggest boner and I had to think about my grandma laying in the casket to make it go down. That's what my morning commute is like. Behind these sleepy brown eyes are images of me fucking ass alternated with images of a 90 year old Italian prune in a coffin.
Anyway, work is going fine. Only I have made some alarming discoveries. A lot of people I work with are not very smart, not very engaged in their work. There is one woman who is quite smart but she is very inexperienced in her role. The other thing is that the people who run the company are not that smart either. I feel like Mia Farrow in Rosemary's Baby only I have just discovered that all of them are a little dopey as opposed to witches.
I think it is one of the final frontiers of wisdom to realize that the people you work for can be dumb. I mean it should be obvious--look at the President--but somehow it is engrained in me to think that people in high ranking positions must be good at their jobs. But it is not true.
I'll tell you, it give me mixed feelings. On one hand I feel like I'm not going to learn much except how to be patient and how to manage office politics better. On the other hand, I feel good because I feel pretty damn smart. It can be empowering but it is also depressing.
But I should clarify this dumbness as it is a crude word and there are several species roaming free in my new world:
1) Lazy. In over his head. Wanted a job to coast through that he had no skills for so he hired someone (hmmm) to make himself look better
2) Does acceptable work but has no natural curiousity about the world or how he can do his job better.
3) Almost there but disconnects at the point where we should be connecting,
4) So caught up in administrative tasks that there is no way she will learn new things.
5) Very experienced in his niche but has been insulated from the outside world by working at the company too long (25 years)
So that's the work thing.
On the home front, let's see:
1) I painted these horrible guest room closet doors white. It took a coat of primer and 4 coats of semi-gloss but the faux wood look is now history.
2) I am having a new Andersen window and patio door installed if my contractor ever gets his fat ass over here.
3) The torrential rains of June nearly destroyed my window box flowers but they are looking better.
4) I wrote cunty letters to the CEOs of Baker furniture, Brooks Brothers and Smith & Hawken because they all suck in their own way.
5) The AC in my house is so cold. Apartment ACs suck. I have never been this freezing. It is awesome.
6) I saw a guy at my gym I met on a Web site. I think he recognizes me too. I'm so sick of making the first move.
7) Ditto. Guy at my gym kept checking me out and checking me out. When I finally started talking to him about the rain, he got all scared.
8) Two or three days a week there is one guy on the subway that does it for me. Not the same guy, but different guys. The NY Times had an article about how some people's dopamine is out of whack. These are the people who are prone to excessive behavior and will throw reason out the window. These people are also the ones who can become addicted to sex and have cravings for it. This is so me. Sometimes I see a guy I am attracted to and it is like I am eating. I swear watching him feels like the satisfaction I get from a good meal. Maybe I have synaesthesia. That's how it was with this guy last Monday. He was just my type. 27 or 28, 5 9, dark hair, Italian, nice smooth face, big shoulders, small waist, but very natural looking. He was checking me out but I never know if guys are checking me out because they are attracted to me or because I have a big chest and shoulders and they are just doing a straight guy comparison/could I take him? kinda thing. But I really wanted him. I kept thinking about fucking him that I got the biggest boner and I had to think about my grandma laying in the casket to make it go down. That's what my morning commute is like. Behind these sleepy brown eyes are images of me fucking ass alternated with images of a 90 year old Italian prune in a coffin.
posted by Bart at 10:02 PM
2 Comments:
Did you ever see that 'Sienfeld' where Jerry tells Elaine that only 6% of the population is do-able? That's how I feel about people with brains as well. And, I get so fucking frustrated with these people at certain times because, to me, it seems kinda like common sense. I'm not an elitist, but shit man, there are some idiots out there. On a more hornier note, Bart; the only thing I appreciate S.I. for is this 7 mile beach path that I walk/jog on, and the fact that I have been 'hooking' up with all these (3 so far) straightie guido's that I enjoy buggering because it is like shooting fish in a barrel here.
#6 & #7 of your post reminds me those awkward days of Uncle Charlies, and me with out my contacts in. At least your cool enough to make the first move.
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Hi Bart,
I really miss you posting.
I got "dumped" this week by a guy that I had been talking to for weeks because he doesn't like politics. He took offense when I said "You don't know who Ann Coulter is?" He thought I was being condescending. Some guys just suck.
Good to see you post.
Michael
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