There is no sense in making a mansion if the roof on top of it all is rusted and made from low quality material. You can have a really souped up computer with kick-ass hardware, but it's all useless if you have a managing operating system of Windows 3.0. And a whole battalion of soldiers cannot survive if the sergeant that handles them is the one cringing in fear and cuddling up to his Touch-Me-Like-Jacko-Does-Elmo.
For a bit more than a year and a half I have been waking up to different positions of the sun, and I have been running to the highway for more times than I can remember, desperately praying for a ride to get to this multicolored building I call work on time. It's been a year and a half of typing, talking, smiling, twitching, screaming, ogling, and imagining. And all this time it seems as if I didn't really mind the rush, the speed, and the rate of countless changes that keep coming.
One reason I think this has all passed without me doing anything I would have normally done in college was because I have had some sort of inspiration. It wouldn't necessarily be inspiration derived from love, but it was that motivation derived from the challenge unconsciously presented by people in authority - That was the challenge of proving, through action, that I could do the same, if not a better job than the people I'm working for.
That's one thing that the majority of people who have inspired me have done: Their actions spoke for them. And once you place me under someone who I find out doesn't know jack shit about what he or she is doing, then I lose my respect for him/her.
And if he or she does not know jack shit, AND thinks he or she is better than you, wouldn't that make you go ballistic too?
Profanity aside, I choose not to seriously consider the word of anyone whose credibility I doubt. It's either I cut you some slack and eventually respect a supervisor, or I play poker with him or her.
Which is why I'm pretty frustrated right now. With the way things are going, I'd like to be less conservative with the chips that I have, given I have a nice round with a few people I know in the table with me. I mean, I'd rather take money from them AND enjoy my life at the same time. In this case I'd make a lot more money, too.
I'm feeling even more frustrated now; It's like the quality of my articles have gone to an all-time low. Nevertheless, I pray that God blesses you all today. Later.