Words from Emily:
coerce
storied
rampart
desire
prisoner
clouds
moonlit
creepy

okay, there’s a problem here. one doesn’t decide how to be pissed off, one is simply pissed off. oh no, oh no not me, i do it my way.

a long, long, time ago, the attorney i work for received the slick, full-color brochure in the mail that he always receives every few months or so. the brochure advertises special legal classes, seminars if you will, which last but one whole day for the participant. he announced to his sister and me that he would like to send me to the seminar on estate law(because neither one of them has a clue how to do estates). i said cool, send me on over. he hands brochure to sister and says, send in the payment for this class.

months go by and i’m thinking (yes, i know, foolishly, given how many times i’ve seen these people lie) that i’ll be attending this class in estate law and it will be great to actually have some legal skills which i didn’t have to teach to myself.

that’s right, i handle real estate, probate, and fill-in-the-blank, with maybe two full weeks of actual instruction from these people. the rest i taught to myself. think about that next time you need a lawyer.

to get to the belabored point which i already should have made in paragraph one, the class is not paid for, the class takes place tomorrow and blah blah blah. the point is, i shouldn’t even be writing about this, i should have been really pissed off yesterday when i found out, instead of having this steam coming out of my ears and all this THINKING going on. one of my favorite job skills of yore was simply getting really angry and quitting and storming out of the office. i’ve done that so many times in the past that i guess i was trying for something a little bit different here.

i did have a sneaking feeling the class wasn’t paid for, when 2 weeks ago i asked the sister what day that seminar was so i could mark it on the calendar. she put me off and said she had the brochure on her desk somewhere but would look for it later since she was in the middle of something - the standard diversionary tactic. so yesterday when i reminded her that i had the seminar on wednesday she said, oh i didn’t pay for that. and i said why not, and she said well, we’ll have to see, we’ll ask my brother if there’s money. so i went into brother’s office to see and he said, we’ll have ask my sister to see if there’s money.

now, you may laugh, but this is one attorney who is ALWAYS BROKE. he doesn’t know how to make a dime. he has trouble making payroll. but of course i thought they would have some sliver of respect for me and get this class paid for. see, i told you i was blind. naive. stupid. oh wait, i didn’t come right out and say it?

anyway, back at the word furrow, i didn’t use a single word yet. i had to get my spewage out. i would really love to quit this creepy job and hit the road for awhile, make a storied journey to oregon with my dog. let me envision the next steps. what do i do with my $1,000/month apartment. then, when i get to portland, where will i stay? apartments don’t allow dogs. and besides, without a steady job, how do i qualify for a mortgage so’s i can buy the farm? i need some friends to help coerce me to do something else besides what i’m doing. fill me with rampant desires for escape. wait, i already have tons of those - i need some moonlit inspiration. can ya tell i feel like a prisoner?

oh, it’s not all clouds. i am working on other things, like the cafepress project. i’m a sunny soul by nature. born with the sun in leo. moon in toadstool. my butt hurts cause i need a new chair. my dog’s happy cause he has a dog bed with memory foam, which snuggly fits his furry body. hey, i just got this great idea wherein i could cut a piece of that dog bed and stick it on my chair. of course i would never do that.

WORDS TO LIVE BY:

snood/bellicose/pone/ranunculus/warp/dilly-dally