| June 3, 2003 - I was in a good mood, but now.... |
| Dear Friends, the quickest way to get me in a bad mood is to call a damned meeting! Especially, one right around lunch time that then ends up being 1 1/2 hours long! And then mix in with that a colleague who wants to tell me how to do my job and who talks and talks and asks questions over and over, I'm ready to lose my mind. But I've noticed that at hateful ol' work there are lots of people who love to meet. That way they never have to do any work. They just meet. In fact, instead of hateful ol' work, I might just start referring to it as "The Meeting Place". Anyway, until my stupid, accomplish-nothing meeting, I was in a great, great mood. The secret Dear Readers, is that I got up yesterday at 4:00 a.m. and worked out. Then when I got home, I played the piano about 2 hours and then worked out again. I got up today at 4:00, too, and worked out. My goal is to work out twice a day if possible, because I've noticed that it puts me in a better frame of mind to deal with the freaks I meet on a daily basis. On top of that, it keeps me from Ye Olde Watering Hole where everyone is just getting moanier and down-in-the-mouthier than usual. I realized that I was spending waaay too much time there (yeah, I know, I said the same thing a couple of weeks ago). I estimated that in a 4 hour period there, I could do Lord knows how many other things elsewhere. So 'nuff said about that! I read the funniest thing yesterday. It was a friend of Saddam Hussein's family saying that he's trying to get Saddam's daughters a passage to Britain for asylum. Those delicate flowers have been reduced to living with their nine children in a two-room house. And to add insult to injury, they're having to do their own washing and cooking. The friend said they're in a very despairing psychological state. Awwww, poor things! It must be murder to finally have to turn a stove on in your 30's and burn everything in sight because you never learned how to do it. And the washing! My, my. Why, I'm sure they were used to never wearing the same outfit twice, much less having to have something cleaned. What, I ask you, what is the world coming to when a despot's daughters are reduced to such desperate straits? I would have thought, quite frankly, that they would have been in a greater tizzy back when Hussein had their husbands executed. But I guess you can always find another husband (just ask Liz and Zsa Zsa) whereas it's always difficult to find someone who can make pheasant under glass in just the right way or who knows just how to get those naughty lipstick stains out of one's lingerie. I imagine Imelda Marcos felt much the same when she left her forty bazillion beloved pairs of shoes behind in Manila. But you know, Ol' Imelda survived, because people like that have connections and so they're never without. I'm sure that when Saddam's daughters arrive in England, they'll be welcomed quite nicely and set up in a manor house somewhere where they can resume their opulent lifestyle. Perhaps one of the Royal Family will even have an affair with one, or both, of them. So just you don't worry your pretty little heads about Hussein's daughters. They're gonna be just fine, you betcha! Next entry Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |