I think this my third week of cubicle ecstacy. I feel like I'm at the zoo. I've made sporadic friends. At this place I've found like minded folk intermingled with different minded folk, and the differences setting people apart range the typical gamuts between race, aesthetic, political, and whether or not you smoke.

My favorite personality so far is a woman that I go out of my way to talk to and the action is reciprocated. She's not from Lawrence or Topeka. She's from the South. Funny I thought she'd be unwilling to talk with me. But just like a Southern she quickly warms up tells all, but unlike the other Southerns I've met...she's nice!

She's just had her first baby and says she's done! She's just got into contact with her biological grandmother (she's adopted). She's had her amount of storms and unabashedly relays them. Her stories are not to make her seem pitiful or super-ego strong, but they do reflect an inner strength that makes others respect her. She's a Diva. We use Goddess, but her culture uses Diva. She's young, but I see it in her. She rocks!

She doesn't judge. There are A LOT of pregnant women there, and what's different about her is that she's a non-hypocritical pro-lifer. shit happens. Messes happen. cleaning up after that happens. There's no need to kick a person when they're down, and the babies should be treated like royalty. I've run into too many people who disparage a woman or man for procreating too many times, and have no compassion for that situation (parent or children) at all. Honestly, only the higher tax brackets can truly afford their kids! I know I can't afford my PinkZilla, so how can I spite another person who's made the same accidents!?

I did make an Enardaesque remark during a discussion over the topic of birthing pain and scientology. The ladies were going off on men that are against relief of any kind for women in labor. "Poor Tom Cruise's girl!" It kept distracting me, so to stop the inanity and shut the Clucking Hen Syndrome for a few secs (it'd been going on and on), I blurted out, "If men were to bear the babies then abortion would be sacrament!". And you thought 11 degrees was chilly! I've never had frost bite before, but I came pretty damn close right there! Ha ha ha! Devilment vein! Those ladies are a bunch of incompassionate folk who rail against everyone for nigh near everything. Yargh! 8.5 hours a day!

So to keep my brain from melting into an oblivion reserved for office gossips, I went to data entry. Jeesh! That's saving my brain?! Well...yes. On a cd a friend of mine burned, I found a couple of lovely videos. I squealed with delight when I found them! Beautiful African music! Made me chairdance and get giddier than what the snow was doing for me. A person looks pretty stupid wiggling and staring at a screen. I was afraid someone might try to "save" me from an epileptic episode.

Another day at Temp Slave HQ. i got annoyed and over joyed on the same day. That's a job. Right? Then I'm off to drive through the snow and curse everyone else's driving while they curse mine!

Little Silver Fish
Pointing upstream
Moving downstream
In clear quick water
-Soseki