Recycled Litany

Today I stayed late at the office again for a needed financial report that was rather late in sending to me for updates. Basically, I am staying late because someone forgot to send this to me. Suffering for someone elses' incompetence...or is that too harsh? For someone's forgetfulness.

Yes. I too learned tact it seems.

Despite the BS I witness every bloody day, and the ass-kissing...I have a tactful term for it in the office: "working hard"

It's interesting how a definition is altered or or compartmentalized in the environment it is used in. I wonder if someone has meticulously dotted down the intricate definitions or language in the office. Highly possible. Not everyone around here is actually working. (I am multi-tasking thank you very much)

However, despite that, I am done with the report and I'm now just running an application on a set of very very large data. Therefore, yes, this is why I have the time to write a blog...to read a few of Aya's "recommended" literature and listen to Taka-san sing:

"What do you want from me? Just let me breathe a little
What do you want to see? 目に見えるモノ?
What do you want to believe? Still nothing can be settled
Hold on to your words you say It's no good"

 Working through this application must be some sort of therapy. Whatever it was that had me on a ranting mood is currently content to stay quiet and watch the numbers just roll out. Precision it seems is relaxing for me. Attributed, the sound barrier I have built myself in while the work place is still buzzing with people.

I should head home soon and get the harness I bought for Tinker so I could walk him later.
So Litany, I shall recycle you some other day it seems.

Oh and Aya: "Relationships. They require strategy, just like a game. A game of hearts."

You're a really strange friend. But note that I still compartmentalize you under my definition of friend. =P

Ja.