Have you ever listened to the words of "Homeward Bound"?
You know, the Paul Simon song?
Jeece! What a whiner!!
"Tonight I'll sing my songs again,
I'll play the game and pretend."
Well, don't bother on my account. If it's such a bleedin' chore.
He should try getting a proper job. Then he'd have something to whine about...
.
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Sunday, 7 September 2008
What a dream I had...
Well, I didn't need a professional dream interpreter to get the point of Friday night's dream!
I dreamed my sister had won a poetry competition, but there was this stupid rule that the winner had to use two different kinds of handwriting in the poem they submitted.
My sis had done that, but the judges refused to believe that she hadn't cheated and got someone else to do the other kind of handwriting.
All very weird, and about average for my dreams, I'm afraid!
The thing that made complete sense was that I went to the judges, and gave them a scathing, sarcastic, comprehensive telling off! I remember saying, "What's the prize, anyway, that you need to be so mistrustful, the Koh-i-noor diamond!?!"
It was so transparent that that's what I want to do in real life.
My bosses at work - not my immediate bosses, but the top decision-makers - are such a bunch of half-wits, and I feel powerless and helpless in the face of it.
They've brought in some stupid consultants, and are doing everything these idiots say, with seemingly no thought for the consequences. And no long-term or strategic planning, either.
I ask you - what kind of manager has so little pride in their abilities that they will abdicate their decision-making to a shower of buzz-word-using morons they dragged in off the street? It's like admitting that you've no idea how to do your own job!
So my dream was a wish-fulfilment thing. I want to go to those people and tell them how pathetic they are, and tell them to do their damn jobs!
But of course I don't have that kind of access to them, and I might need a good reference one day!!
I dreamed my sister had won a poetry competition, but there was this stupid rule that the winner had to use two different kinds of handwriting in the poem they submitted.
My sis had done that, but the judges refused to believe that she hadn't cheated and got someone else to do the other kind of handwriting.
All very weird, and about average for my dreams, I'm afraid!
The thing that made complete sense was that I went to the judges, and gave them a scathing, sarcastic, comprehensive telling off! I remember saying, "What's the prize, anyway, that you need to be so mistrustful, the Koh-i-noor diamond!?!"
It was so transparent that that's what I want to do in real life.
My bosses at work - not my immediate bosses, but the top decision-makers - are such a bunch of half-wits, and I feel powerless and helpless in the face of it.
They've brought in some stupid consultants, and are doing everything these idiots say, with seemingly no thought for the consequences. And no long-term or strategic planning, either.
I ask you - what kind of manager has so little pride in their abilities that they will abdicate their decision-making to a shower of buzz-word-using morons they dragged in off the street? It's like admitting that you've no idea how to do your own job!
So my dream was a wish-fulfilment thing. I want to go to those people and tell them how pathetic they are, and tell them to do their damn jobs!
But of course I don't have that kind of access to them, and I might need a good reference one day!!
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)