gnats

I should be doing tax questions and write-ups on both managerial decision making and international financial reporting standards, right now.  I however, have the focus of a gnat, at the moment.  Perhaps a greater degree of coffee rationing is in order. 

Since I'm all a-flutter (in more ways than one), I'll post a song that I can't get out of my head, since I'm just so stinking happy that even intense 4-classes-in-a-semester pressure can't get me down.  I'm not even going to bother estimating when I'll finally make it to sleep. 

one and done

Not to be confused with the one shot wonder, the one minute man or other assorted one-off items, I am presently reviewing what it was like to have one day left of work. 

I recently ended what is among the shortest tenures I have held at a company, and while it was a good and worthwhile reason that I left, I'm still amazed at the "I'll miss" moments.  I learned, yet again, why I have less than no desire to work for a woman - although I think the possible exception for that would be a woman who was, or is a team athlete - but all in all, this job wasn't the suck-hole of death I have previously experienced. 

I guess the prospect of being unemployed on purpose - without the presence of large sums of liquid money - makes the heart grow fond for the daily rigors of the paying gig.  As I cruised around and said my goodbyes however, I was struck by how many times I heard "lucky you're getting out" or "o man, take me with you".  Take you with me?  Into about $100k of debt, countless tests, a grueling battery of national exams and the search for a job as a newly minted graduate?  Really, that sounds better?

Being a person who consistently wants to improve and who is learning the art of appreciating the lessons of the now (albeit awkwardly and sometimes after the fact), I guess I can understand the concept of those statements.  But if you are so unhappy as to want to be taken along or 'get out', as it were, why not just get out?  Is the unknown really so daunting that feeling like or acting like you are a caged animal is your only recourse?

Ironically, I just had a phone call to that very effect, because apparently I'm now part this, part that and part gypsy, which is kind of funny, actually.  I guess however, this 'omigod I'm stuck' attitude goes lockstep with the fact that most people live their lives - the vastly greater part of their lives - within about thirty miles of where they grew up.  Get out a little, people.  It's a big world, once you realize you have options.  I'm not really so bold.  

Or okay, maybe I am so bold, but that doesn't mean everyone else can't be, too.  But that aside, seeeeeeee yaaaaaaaa.  Unemployment and mounting financial debt now have me firmly in their clutches.  No going back now...I'm stuck here.  

St. Valentine's

Grumpy cat.  There are no limits to the possible memes.

MD

Happy Mistress Day....the little celebrated holiday preceding the Hallmark holiday we all tolerate, tomorrow.  I suffer today not from irritation about this whole non-holiday holiday business, but from an irritation I can't quite put my finger on.  Ever had that?  You go for days not knowing why there is a nagging annoyance hanging around, just trying to go forward and shake it off.  This, too, shall pass.  And at least my homeland is no longer being terrorized by some disaffected dude with an arsenal.  

I can pinpoint one item of discontent quite easily, and here it is.  Tolerance.  Actually, acceptance.  I hate the word tolerance because it carries with the idea that things and people are to be tolerated, which I find absurd.  I am seeing lately, too little acceptance of other people, other viewpoints and other cultures.  Too much self-segregation and too little willingness to explore the world.  It bothers me immensely that one would dictate his, or her life, based primarily on what others might think of innocuous and personal decisions.  

Here's a note:  if you are engaged in something, with a person, or in a situation where no one is being hurt, or mistreated, it's nobody's business, but your own.  Those who would rail against you being gay, having an interracial relationship, choosing to expand your horizons by checking out new things and ideas in life, or trying to better yourself in some way, have no business in your life or in your decision-making process.  Shutting them out of your process shows strength of character, not the opposite.  Nay-sayers in that capacity are generally motivated by fear and that is to be pitied, not indulged.  

Personally, I realize that I'm more opinionated than many people.  I am more rigid when it comes to doing the 'right' thing and I take very seriously my loyalties.  I am not without fault, or the need for growth and evolution.  But one thing of which I am proud - and which I wish to impart and see implemented in others' lives - is my strength.  You will not see me back down or be ashamed of something I feel is right for me and I will defend the rights of others, when it comes to making decisions for their lives, as well.  

Getting off the soapbox now, but if you don't like this about me.....there's the door.   See?  Irritable.  But at least I can find something constructive to say, I guess.