Day: September 10, 2004

http://atrios.blogspot.com/2004/09/bush-vs-jesus.html

Bonjour Mr. C,

Seriez-vous disponible pour une breve rencontre avec les Dr. David
Thomas et Michel Tremblay le 16 septembre prochain de 9:30 a 10:00 am?
Sincerement,
Carmen

I'm meeting the McGill dudes next thursday :D

Originally from kaliko_mel

In Prison: You spend most of your time in a 7 x 10 cell.
At Work: You spend most of your time in a 6 x 6 cubicle.

In Prison: You get three meals a day – no charge.
At Work: You get a break to have one meal a day – and you have to pay for it.

In Prison: You get time off for good behavior.
At Work: You get rewarded for good behavior – with more work.

In Prison: A guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you.
At Work: You have to carry around a security card and unlock and open all the doors yourself.

In Prison: You can watch TV, read newspapers and play games.
At Work: You will be fired if caught watching TV, reading newspapers or playing games.

In Prison: You get your own private toilet.
At Work: You have to share a toilet with many others.

In Prison: You are allowed to have family and friends visit you.
At Work: You are not even allowed to speak to family or friends.

In Prison: All your expenses are paid for by the taxpayers.
At Work: You get to pay all your expenses to go to work and then they deduct tax from your salary (to pay for prisoner expenses).

In Prison: You spend all your time looking out through bars, wishing you could get out.
At Work: You spend most of your time wishing you could get out – and go inside bars.

In Prison: The prisons are run by wardens and guards who are often sadistic.
At Work: You have the same sadists but they're called supervisors and managers.

In Prison: You have unlimited time to read e-mail jokes.
At Work: You get fired if you get caught sending or reading e-mail jokes.

NOW GET BACK TO WORK !!

Blergh. Went to bed at 10pm last night cause I was exhausted and had the headache from hell. I think I caught a cold, cause my sinuses are all blocked up – above and beyond my seasonal allergies. Yaaaay. I was asleep as soon as my head hit the pillows, and proceeded to have the most fucked up dreams I've had in a long time.

Some images I remember:
– playing croquet with the boys (wtf?) indoors, but on grass.
– looking at Michel's new appliances, while his pet gorilla (?) plays in the kitchen sink
– 70s style roller-skate park, with those god-awful 70s color in big stripes all over the place
– Having coffee at raspberrysalmon apartment, except its not in Vienna, it's right near McGill, in those old walk-up style apartments, with scary old-crone, bitter, angry neighbours.
– Being called to take a jet because the president of Slovakia (again, wtf?) needs my IT skills.

And the last dream I remember before waking up would make a great movie. Basically, everybody was forced to flee the surface of the earth and head underground (reasons unclear), but a bunch of people and I had to mount a recovery operation to go get stuff (objects unclear) back from above. This thing took place near my old high School, and had just the right amount of suspence to be a thriller, but not be scary. A fun dream, I wish I could relate it better :)

Anyway, I need to get my ass in gear.

Heyho, heyho, it's off to work I go.