What the hell is wrong with these people? I have never seen the like of it. I'm in the same place almost 9 years, and have never felt so abused and pushed and kicked in the arse!

So, why is the feature there at all? Why have M$ put it in?

I recently have been receiving emails that have a reminder attached, a blatent reminder that you have a task to complete by a certain time, a reminder that someone thought it was an important enough a task for them to get done that you could be and should be reminded to do it!!!!

Ok. If my boss asks me to get something to him by COB, I'll certainly focus on it, and might even setup my own reminder an hour before it's due. This I understand. It's useful, helpful and especially for me as I'm as far from an elephant as one can be. My memory is shot from years of abuse (which I plan to end any day soon).


But MY GOD!!! A project manager, and not only one, but two of them, both new to the company, the company I have been part of for 9 years, decide that Shanks needs a reminder to answer some pissy email about such and such! They MUST have the answer by 6pm, or Wednesday lunch time, or blah d blah!!!

As a matter of spite I think the only way forward is to attach a reminder to all my replies and general mails to these people for at least a month to remind them to read my replies in a timely manner.

Grrr!

It's a strange, strange world out there.

People hanging their washing out for all to see. Diaries made public to share one's intimate secrets. I never got it. I don't get it. Are your thoughts and feelings supposed to be shared? Are there people out there who care what you think, and have room for more thought and feelings mixed in with their own?

I've read some blogs from various people. Some are interesting in that there are contrary points of view to my own. I guess that's one way of learning something new, or at least to challenge your own train of thought.

I've realised even at this point that I'm already writing this to be read, instead of addressing it to myself. I should have said in the last paragraph "I guess that's one way of learning something new, or at least to challenge MY own train of thought"

Hmm, I see where this is going. I'm actually going to end up talking to myself a lot. Perhaps that's not a bad thing at all. Maybe I should talk, and listen to myself a bit more. Is that what I'm doing wrong?

Why am I asking myself this? I'm recently single, broken hearted and constantly being reminded of the girl I will refer to as 'her', and 'she' from here on in. A recent annual music concert reminded me of her, even though I was sharing it with my friends. My home, which used to be our home reminds me all the time of her. I keep finding pieces of our lives in nooks and grannies around the house.

I have been in this situation before. I've split up with someone and gone through the pain, the anger, the tears and I know that eventaully I will heal enough to move along into a more stable trundle of life. I jsut wish this bit was over quickly and I could stop being a 'down-in-the-dumps' for no known reason. I hate meeting people who ask 'How is she?' and having to explain all over again that "We're single" and "I'm sure she's fine". She's not living here, and isn't meeting all the people that I know, that we knew. I'm picking up that part of the breakup.

Funny I should call it a break-up. she and I decided and that it was a break. A 6 month trial period. A 6 month trial period to try to see how diffrerent our lives would be, to see how better or worse they would be. A 6 month trial period to delay the inevitable? I don't know. I wish I knew.

I'm getting too old for this. I was happy, and now I'm not. How many more times can I go through this? It is going to happen again, and I just want to know in myself that I'll be able to handle it.

*one cigarette later* I hate cigarettes. A smokers crutch. Does it make me think any better? Not really. It's an illusion. I'm still feeling the same after it as I did before I smoked it. I'm still writing a blog. I'm just probably a little sicker inside.

What do I say now? What other thoughts are flying around in my head. Lots. Some I want to say, and some I don't. Perhaps I'll look back here someday and not want to remember all this. Maybe I would laugh at myself.

The fact is that someone, anyone could read this. I'm afraid. I'm not sure that I want to share all of me. What if I'm really a freak behind my gorgeous exterior...LOL

Well, I'll always have my humour. I know people laugh at some of the things I say, and it's with rather than at me. I like making people smile and laugh and maybe that's what everybody really wants. to be liked and loved and remembered.

Work is getting me down. I love it, but sometimes it doesn't love me. I'm a problem solver, and sometimes it's hard to see what the problem is, let alone try to fix it. The longer I stay, the more th lives blur. Eventually, there will be just a fuzz, and no reality at all. maybe I'll just vanish into a job and never be heard from again. "It's the guy in cublicle 4", they'll say. Maybe I'll have an office. lol. Well, either way, I'll be anonymous.

There must be a better way! Some turn to drink, and some turn to drugs. They are certainly ways to escape, but probably not the best ways out there. Maybe I should travel. A good friend recommended it. But what about my career? Is that really important? If I think that I am becoming anonymous, then maybe a change is needed. I need to think more about that.

So, my brain is dumped. Do I feel any better? I don't know. Maybe as the day progresses I will. Food time I think. That's always good!