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Monday, November 24, 2003 happiness I don't usually think about whether I am generally happy. I know there are anti-social and/or escapist aspects to my character but I don't ultimately run away from things. I do not often look beyond what is there because everything can be interesting and if it is in front of me, am I not missing out to look beyond? I do a whole lot of things yet I don't talk about most of them to most people. I mainly talk about things when they are not going well. This is probably bad for others. Other people talk lots about their projects and interests. I am more inclined to just do. Saturday, November 22, 2003 rude, girl I love having time to do things but cannot help worrying about the future of my finances as a student with minimal loans in a bad economy. When I was young and lived with my parents I would work on my own projects with reckless abandon, thorough the night, for hours at a time, all sorts of different stuff. Now I think about other things which interrupt. Focus, grasshopper, focus. Often when I spend the days alone I no longer feel like or am in the mode to relate to people. I'll go out and be bored and not feel like talking cause I'm thinking about stuff I'm working on or it's too loud and then I seem weird or unfriendly or anti-social. I am bad at casual. I do not want to know people casually. It feels like a waste because to know someone casually is not to really know them or learn much and then, what's the point? It just seems like a waste of time then. So, let's all get together in semi-quiet and talk about ur innermost thoughts and feelings. It'll be like group therapy all the time! (I hope anyone reading this knows I'm joking... partially). Sunday, November 09, 2003 ... The fuckers I used to work for are appealing the case after I won at the hearing. This is such an outrage but also gives me more opportunity to stick it to them. The whole thing was so open and shut the first time around. There was no hesitation before the judge made his decision. They do not have a leg to stand on. It's not as though upon reassessment of the same evidence suddenly any of it will be in their favor. I cannot imagine any reason for them to appeal except that they are bad people who want to drag this out for as long as possible to get back at me for calling them on the truth of who and how they are. They exploited my employment with them as they do most of their employees. They did not provide health insurance even though my work for them was under such awful physical and emotional conditions that they were a detrement to my (and their other workers') health. I ended up in the hospital with some kidney stone-type ailment and the bill is over $7000 (for one day!). Now that they are appealing, it will be even longer before I get the money that I rightfully deserve from the Dept of Labor and therefore even longer before I can pay the hospital bills that should have been covered under my employment there anyway. Any decent company would have. Friday, November 07, 2003 We launched the jet site last night and people around here are singing my praises. I'm blushing. The upside to having worked for DLI is that they scarred me so much that I will hereon find every other working situation tolerable if not absolutely delightful. Tuesday, November 04, 2003 today in history... ...not so much. Gosh darn, it's been a long time since I posted in this thing. The jorb will be over soon. Real soon. Then I will play catchup. So many digital pics un-gone through. So much self-time not had (hey me, what's going on?!?). Update resume. Bring some ideas to fruition if they haven't gotten massive burns sitting on that back burner for so long. LOOKING FORWARD TO COMING BACK TO LIFE.
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