Before I get back to being cynical about cynicism (haha), let me just take a moment to note the amazing etheric weather. Not ether as in Dimethyl Toxic Killer Chemical Something Something, but ether as in the heavens. For as we've been righteously prepped to awareness by the Golden Venus to Uranus Squaring Pluto in Capricorn or as she so aptly terms it the Zap Zone, I've also personally noticed an increase in heightened dream activity. So much so in fact that lately I've been napping fully clothed in gym gear under the deluded assumption of giving my eyes a 5 minute rest before hitting the track, only to wake up a few hours later, groggy yet exhausted as if apres work out.
The lovely thing about a holiday week is that most people schedule their trips around it. With less staff around, the office is quiet as a convent. There's joy to be had in simply working, this is usually the case when you're not answering countless emails people send off to make it look like they are when they're not, or going to one pointless meeting after the other. Or even, over-hearing the put-on cheeriness of the usual brown nosers smearing themselves up and down the hallways.
When your gag reflex isn't getting engaged, it generally becomes easier to concentrate. I'd finally conquered a piece of technical writing I'd grappled with, so much so the Saggable Boss begrudgingly admitted it "sounds about right", unable to find fault with either my data or the fact that regular human beings can make sense of it. I'm solo-gloating at my desk when Mr. X calls again, who after greeting me perfunctorily by asking for the Saggable Boss makes it known that wasn't at all the real reason he'd rung. "So..,"he twangs, "are you really NOT going to Face Crack friend me? I got in trouble for it, you know."
I feel immediately guilty, "What do you mean, got in trouble?? This is just your second time calling here, how can you possibly have got reamed for it already?"
I try to sound nonchalant, since not even minutes ago Kentucky had used the same ploy by telling me how woefully he missed someone (i.e. me) when I'd asked him how he was. He came across so forlorn, I immediately pictured his bright golden head bent low with pining while he used a foot to wistfully trace my name in the dirt.
I'm sure he was freshly intact in his dust-free air-conditioned office, but Men it seems, are very highly skilled at Beguilting and have no issues extrapolating the same techniques they used to obtain toys in childhood to well, obtaining You. I'm silently shaking my head with the requisite eye roll when Mr. X explains how a co-worker had ratted him out.
FA on feathers, fangs, furies and all sorts of folly, yes, even the serious kind.
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