Now I know what you're all thinking, and the answer is, "Yes... I really am this bitter."  So bitter, in fact, that I am willing to try the ill-fated double weblog entry.  This one is dedicated to my life and how it has been shitting on me for the past week.  Err.. also somewhere in this entry will be a few random thoughts here and there about nothing at all:

Work sucks.  No one accomplishes anything in the work force.  You know why?  Because everyone is so on edge about the blame game.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with the blame game, here is a brief anecdote to help you understand.  Jon gives Sally a list of things to do in a day.  Sally does them, returns the finished work to Jon, and asks for his review of the work done. 

Jon, lazy as ever, has decided to surf the internet that day and decides he's too lazy to check it.. "A simple stamp and signature.  That will do the trick!" Jon says.  Later on down the road, a higher authority (let's call him "Bob")finally decides to thoroughly check Sally's work and finds a few minor mistakes.  Bob then goes straight to the source of the problem, who he thinks is Sally, and blames her for the work done. Jon, now deciding not to surf the internet, is on as great of a power trip as ever and decides to throw a little blame Sally's way as well.  Sally has now become a "scapegoat," and lacks enough authority to tell Bob that Jon is actually responsible, because he was too lazy to do his job and check the work before it went out in the first place.  The result is a misconception. 

And that, ladies and gentleman is the blame game.  I suppose with capitalism and all, society will eventually recognize this problem and improve the system so that it doesn't happen.  Now one would guess that a more efficient company would feed off of constructive criticism rather than finger-pointing, and therefore benefit from it financially.  But I guess, when you are already making a huge sum of money, their is no substitute for the satisfaction of self-pride in scapegoating others. 

Lately I have been trying to find new and fun ways to amuse myself.  Sometimes, I just beat around the bush randomly asking myself questions.  Like, "I wonder if I could make more money than I am now designing Spiderholes in Iraq...?" or "If I were to die today, who wouldn't show up at my funeral."  In fact, I have gone so far as to consider segregating comments from people that would show up at my funeral versus those who wouldn't.  But then I realized, that anyone who would want to save any kind of face, probably wouldn't be honest with their chosen comment category.  Still.. I wonder sometimes...

Yesterday, a friend saw a pink-dot (sorry for the queer-sounding company) delivery catelog on my coffee table.  I was then informed that if I am having someone else deliver my groceries, then I must be the laziest person alive.  Can someone please verify (or not verify) that this if-then statement is true? 

That's about it.  Oh.. I also want a general vote on the effectiveness of my new Xanga heading "So you want to read about my life... Seek existance elsewhere."  No wait, I guess asking any of you the question of its effectiveness is kind of an oxymoron in itself.  Ok.. time for 4 more hours of work, and then a 4 hour flight.  GREAT!

Here's what I have to say about my low verbal score on the GRE... grumble.. 360..

Lifes is like a box of chocolit... ya never know just what yer gonna git ... And like Mama all-wayz sed... "stoopid is as stoopid does..."

ps- I macked up on quantitave and writing, so suck it!