Crazy crazy day. Unsure how to put it into perspective. The only thing close to clarity is to concentrate on the wonderment of the amazing Spring weather we are having this week. Besides that, the rest all seems to be paradoxically indexed into chunkets of drama and fucked up levels of crisis management. I'm speaking of work...not my home life.
Typical ABBA being a drama queen attention whore who walks the walk of a stereotypical ADHD toad who crushes the spirit of anything - he embodies the type of person who just focuses on failure as a sport. His concept of "when you go into a store to buy a suit...and you finally found that PERFECT suit...and it fits well...but it has a missing button...you end up looking at that suit completely tarnished...forever" has become his mantra of sorts. He lacks the imagination that when you buy a suit at a store....you are a customer...and the customer is ALWAYS right...if there is a missing button...you trust that the tailor will replace the button if you tell them. Maybe even get a discount. Simple as that. But he trusts no one. What a lack of insight.
To further talk about this ABBA person, his lack of insight, management tequiniques and personality skills - any effort that he rudely perceives of his contributions in his business has been recieved as pure bunk. He has zero respect from his clients, peers, colleagues, suborninates, and even his own family (some of which have multi-roles in the matrix). His lack of insight has bankrupted the morale of the company that he (on his high classic Napolean Complex horse) delusionarilly perceives is "normal". I pity the foo
Anyhoo, kicks out the faux leadership royalty legs of ABBA and hops on my bike - and yalps "I will not lose in this game".
So off to the wild yonder of cycling, allergies, sweating my ass off, domesticity, the epicuriousness of my cooking persuits, and more writing about this... Oh the Drama. I bet Shakespear had a nemesis, or even a freekish doppleganger who he disliked.
Whatevvah. Tomorrow is Friday - I plan to spend the thunderstormy weekend doing much ado about nothing (except some hard core Spring cleaning/re-organization). No Easter Eggs to be found unless they need to be shredded when I go thru my old filing cabinet.
Life is Hoppity.