Through Hoops

I am not your servant. I am not your no-do-gooder. I refuse to be manipulated. I will not follow through with your unethical requests. I will remain calm whenever possible. I will treat you with respect even though you deserve none. I will not undermine your requests. I will not subject myself to unneeded pressures. I will tell you when you are being rude. I will not disrespect you. I am not your protégé.

Please respect my past. Please respect my distance. Please respect my degree. Please respect my ability. Please respect my skills, manners and my privacy. Please respect my time. Please respect my financial situation.

I know you don’t know how to treat people. The only person you think of is yourself. Fuck – that is a cliché. But, for this instance, let the cliché play…

Seeds from the sun

Today I bought sunflower seeds. I decided they’d help me pass the doldrums after lunch. I think they help me think. My mouth moves a lot. There is always something in my mouth. I get to pause what I’m doing (work, work) to spit out the seeds. I am occupied.

I should be occupied at work. . .and to an extent I am; however, why should I bust my ass, get everything done, then have Mrs. Boss-Lady pile on more?

Not worth it, I say.

I enjoy working. I enjoy working hard. I take pride in accomplishing a task. This is why I enjoy sunflower seeds. Mouth full – mouth empty – full cup – satisfied worker!

It Begins Here ... Again

It begins here...again. Another blog on another site on another computer for a different reason that stems from the eternal fire. Lately, I believe that I have silenced myself. A self controlled vacation that spiraled into self-deprecation.

I intend this blog to be a starting point for recapturing my desire for language, design, poetry, prose, personal edification, rants and peace.

Welcome, am I.
I do belong.