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2002-04-25 || 6:52 p.m. || lost in the database shuffle || oh. i got in trouble at work today. come into my office and shut the door behind you kind of trouble. it seems you are spending too much time on the innernet kind of trouble. you see here on this report print-out your productivity levels last thursday and friday are half (and here, less than half) of what they were two weeks ago kind of trouble. i am going to have to put your name on the chalkboard with a sad face next to it until you shape up kind of trouble. eep. and i could feel myself getting horribly red. and i hemmed and hawed and apologized and acted like i couldn't understand possibly why my 'totals' had gotten so low (1. craigslist missed connections. 2. compulsive email checking. 3. diaryland. 4. ezra + co.). i could've cried, man. i get way too sensitive about getting yelled at. i haven't blushed so guiltily/profusely since the great k-mango internet porn scandal of 2000 (remember, joe? our special lady friends?). so silly. and the thing is. looking at the print-out reporting every keystroke i make. i sat down at my desk after that and felt like a test monkey, with the cosmic hat full of wires and electrodes? recording all the heart beats and correct answers? i am robot. i am allotted this many minutes of exhale/inhale for this many minutes of productivity. it's bollocks. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |