I am on one as we speak. I've probably just interpreted things the wrong way - again. Sure, a little drama was added too I think. But either way, I just might be part of the reason why our manager picked the four people he picked. If I am involved in that mess in the slightest way, it will probably be the best example ever of 'What goes around, ( Read more... )

We're 20 people at my office. One will retire at the end of May. One will transfer to another company. Four will be laid off. One of them is my saviour. I am probably slightly biased, but there are at least two other candidates who are less prone to ever become a skilled consultant ( Read more... )

I will be back. Soon. Revenge will be mine ( Read more... )

I think I managed to let her go. I still won big, I am her friend, and she's mine. It's a breakthrough as big as any ( Read more... )

Neither during the day, nor in the evenings is the computer all too attractive anymore. I just might have met a RL friend. A physical one. I've also started to hang out with some old very good friends. I don't mind. I get up early in the morning, quite cheerful, and I don't feel the need to watch my ICQ, cellphone or mailbox all that much anymore ( Read more... )

... the weekends go by like an ant stuck in a chewing gum, and the weeks like well-oiled lightning. It's scary.

... until you spill it on the floor ( Read more... )

... that sometimes you know your heart will break. It's just a matter of when. Still, ignorance is bliss, and not planning ahead just might be a good thing.

However, when she'll break my heart. What should I do? I am contemplating doing something quite out of the ordinary. We'll see how she'll break my heart...

She's gone home for the weekend. Almost 5 days without her, and I miss her already. I just hope she realizes she is missing me as well.

... I'm nothing but cranky and testy at work. Mebbe if I tried to sleep a little bit more, I wouldn't let all these people get to me...

*mumble*

Played bowling at lunch. I can't use my left hand anymore. I always pop something when I bowl. Lousy technique, of course. Dang annoying. I type so slowly now to make sure it doesn't hurt. *whimper*