The beginning of the end

This will be a rare posting. Rare in the sense that it likely won't happen again for a long, long time and not rare as in raw and uncooked. (Half-baked, perhaps).

I woke up about a week ago and realized that I didn't really feel like blogging anymore. I didn't like the grumbling and crapping on my boss (whether it's deserved or not). Truth be told - I started to worry that I was leaving a bit of a trail. I even went so far as to start to clean out and delete some entries.

I looked at it like weeding out my garden.

The problem is that I just don't have a hell of lot to say right now. So I was contemplating taking a break (don't worry - it's me, not you).

The freaky thing is that the next day at work. BAM! My link to the blog - any blog - is blocked. Completely and utterly cut of. I personally think it's completely unrealistic to expect to work the entire time I'm there, but I suppose that's why I'm not a big-wig.

I don't think that I can muster up much energy to do this from home. After waiting for the dial-up to kick-in, I'm usually ready for bed.

So, in true Celestine Prophecy style, I'm going to see it for what it is. A sign that I was meant to bid adieu for the now.

Lesser of two evils ?!

I'm having a hard time deciding which of the following scnarios that I went through this week was worse:

Scenario #1- Going through two days of a workplace audit, where I was "nominated" lead rep - which is a nice way of saying I was the sucker in charge of leading the auditor around and taking the brunt of his social ineptitude. Perhpas it was because of all my practice with others.

Picture the creepy guy that you knew in high school that couldn't hold a normal conversation, look you in the eye, and became overly animated about really weird things.

Got him pictured in your mind?

Okay, well I just spent two days with him.

Scenario #2 - I went bathing suit shopping today. Enough said.

Both involve intense scrutiny and the pointing out of flaws, weaknesses, and areas of opportunity. Both leave you shaking your head wondering what the f#ck you did to deserve this and saying, thank god I don't have to do that for another few years.

I am really at a loss as to which I would chose to do again.

But only if I was FORCED to chose.

And smacking my head against a brick wall wasn't an option.

I'm leaning toward the audit....