
There'll be massive quantities of people coming and going throughout
your existence. If you're lucky, some will be friends, more
will be acquaintances. But it seems as if we must always be wary. Why?
People will call themselves "friend" & then
stab you in the back,
talk about you in unflattering terms when you're out of earshot,
tape record
your conversations, get intimate with your spouse, tell you untruths,
maybe even gripe about
your dog leaving remnants of last nite's meaty bone on their
lawn, when, in fact, it's biodegradable.
There's too much noise, too much pollution, too many choices,
too many wasted words (the less you say, the less you have
to take back :), too many tears, too much stuff, not enough
time. Never enough time. Which leads me to the "life-is-short" adage
that somehow says it all. Just in case we have only one shot at the
hoop, remember that you can't score if you don't take the shot. Attitude
is everything and it doesn't cost a thing. So get it, use it, and
let the good times roll...
My future's so bright I gotta wear shades
Le Bon Temps, a gift from my Jersey Pal
Sherry
I am a full-blown NetNerd!
Oh, I guess there have been times when I've lapsed into a less jaundiced
frame of mind, but something always happens to restore my basic belief
in man's inhumanity to man. I see it all around me every day. Greed,
stupidity, ignorance, and lust
rule the planet while we dream of heaven, with our eyes on the
stars and our minds in the gutter.
We swing through life on a rope
we weave for ourselves: if we're lucky, it's a pendulum ride;
if the knot slips, it's a noose.
Luck plays a part. Maybe you'll find work you like, maybe it'll
be just a job. Maybe it'll be challenging, maybe mindless.
But whichever it is, if you're good at your job, you'll be
assigned all the work. If you're *really* good at your job,
you'll somehow get out of doing it. But no matter how good
you may be and how good the job is you think you're doing, one
day you find out you're not irreplaceable. No one is.
How could you be? If
you couldn't be replaced, you
couldn't be
promoted. When you finally do get promoted and the man gives you a raise,
why, then, do
you have less money than you did before?

Caricature created by Anita Massimini-Brown
MY REAL AWARDS
No more shame, no more hiding, no more
excuses!
I can stand up and say,
"I am a NetNerd...and darn proud of it!"
This NetNerds Net Ring owned by irene.
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