Like a boss

     So I've been thinking lately about my ambition to become president and how serious a job it would be. Then I just think of myself as being a big boss, hiring a bunch of people. When I think this way, I shudder at the thought of any of my friends working with me. I don't mean to be an ass, but I refuse to work with people who have no work ethic. I love every single friend I have but would I hire any of them to work for my company? No, no I wouldn't. I think that my decision is the most morally correct to do, regardless whether anyone else agrees or not. I'm not going to give specific examples because that would be rude, but I'll sum it up as best I can.

     Having friends in the workplace causes a distraction, as they usually know what entertains you. They can use this to distract you from all the work you need to do as well as the work they need to do. Already you have a loss of production in your company because a friend, and that was just one.

     Your friends will always come to you when they're low on money. "Hey boss," they chuckle, "I need a raise. I'm pretty sure you can do that for me, you know." *wink* "Thanks boss! See you after work!" And you risk their friendship by not giving them a raise, which will cause drama and low-productivity in the workplace, or you can give them a raise in fear of your company and other so-called "friends" asking for raises. This could also lead to constant calling-in late or requests for extended vacations.

     I would not want any slackers working for me because I give no one a break. If you want to work for me, I'm going to treat you like I treat everyone else. You don't get any special treatment in regards to anything and that's the way my business works--if you have a problem, get a new job. Plain and simple.

     I know that I would be the kind of boss that my workers would hate, but in that hate lies a strong respect. People would not respect a boss who is taken advantage of, and that certainly will never be me.

The science of nothing

     First off, I want to say thank you to all of you who read my blog.(: I become so enthralled when people tell me that they love to read my blog and it amazes me where these people (all of you) find me. For example, just today while I was playing Words With Friends, a person I was playing against asked me if "A day in the life, of two" was my blog and boy was I happy! It always takes me by surprise when someone compliments my writing or my blog, especially random internet users. And I mean it from the bottom, top, and middle of my heart when I say thank you all so very much for reading my blog! I hope that made you smile because you deserve it for making me smile! :D


     Now then, to business! My government class is one of my most controversial classes that I've ever taken. (the second is astronomy because Mr. Ferris is quite the politician.) We talk about everything in government and my teacher, an older white male, is always trying to raise our awareness on the limited rights of women in the good ol' U S of A. If you may recall this particular post, the latter half sums of my government instructor's general thoughts--which I agree with. Well in today's lesson we were going over the statistics of rape, sexual assault, and assault against women. There is this one male student, who I will call K, who I used to have an immense respect for.
     When we did our debates K always presented a good argument and could carry it well. He would speak out in class and voice his opinions loud and clear with valid reasoning and facts. I was amazed with his skill and control of his words until today. Today K showed me, and the rest of the class, how terribly rude, pessimistic, and evil he is.
     When shown the statistics of the reported rapes, sexual assault against women, the collective days of work missed by women because they were beaten, etc., K responded passionately that the statistics were spewed to make men look bad. Our teacher strongly disagreed with K's statement to which K responded, "Well it's been like this since the beginning of our country. It's not going to change."
     I was taken aback. I was appalled. I was insulted. How could this person with such strong morals not care for 50.9% of the world's population? What if the African American slaves said, "Eh, there's no point in trying. We're always going to be slaves as long as we live in this country?" What if women said, "Well the men control politics, there's no reason we should even try to be granted suffrage?" What if the people who run our country said, "We are in so much debt already. Let's just throw in the towel and watch the cookie crumble?" The world would be so much more miserable if people didn't have reasons to fight, reasons to push for change.
     I was later informed that K hates women and has for at least six years, and yet claims that he will never beat a woman. Hm, somehow I find that hard to believe. It's not that I didn't think he was a good guy, because I thought that since the day he walked in the classroom, but I see that there is so much anger against the half of the world that is not his own gender. It was disappointing to see all those brains used to justify men striking women, so terribly disappointing.
     And yet, I hold hope in my heart for him. I feel that everyone has the power inside of them to do the right thing and think the right thoughts; it's all a matter of choice and opportunity. I hope y'all feel a bit inspired to be better than a wife beater or a crazy ex. Things will change in time but sometimes we have to help time make changes.

What if one day, we all just quit?

I took this photograph from a news article last week

(You can find the article here.)

As organized as a new puzzle

     I can't keep myself together. I get upset over the most miniscule things. I get annoyed so terribly easy. I get frustrated to the point of crying. But on the flip side I get so happy over the slightest remarks. I laugh hard at the simplest things. I get excited to the point of suppressed screaming and bouncing around. It doesn't make sense, but I suppose that most things don't.
     I'm smart, good with words and such and yet I'm always trying to understand. I want to know why you think one thing over the other. I want to understand how certain things make you feel. I want to know the reasoning behind your strong beliefs and opinions. I'm eager to see your point of view. Yet I fail, to no avail. (No rhyme intended.)

"I am a simply complex machine. I simply go through the same mechanical motions which create a series of complex results." -Passíon Neftali Leon

Space consumer

     I've been trying to blog since the last day I did but when I'm sitting in front of my computer, the words just don't come to me. I type a paragraph in five minutes only to hate in within five seconds of finishing. I mean, it's not like I haven't done anything that isn't worth blogging about, but I just cannot seem to do it in a way that is pleasing to my tastes...I digress.
     I have done a lot since I last blogged; ice-skating, party-throwing, beach-going, driving, preparing, reading, writing, playing, and probably a lot more. This weekend, for example will be a very busy one, but I will tell you about that as it comes. I don't really know what to write but will enclose a series of photographs that will explain my recent actions.
    And until next time, please do enjoy.(:

Brightness in a desolate space.

The beauty of naming your rival.

Ah, the simple things.

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It was just one of those exhausting days for no apparent reason.

I couldn't help it. :D

TEXAS!

Part of the banner I made for Brandon's surprise party.

I wish I took a photo of the cake...

My shadow whilst ice skating.

Last Sunday was a day of thinking.

I also have a new window.

 On an obvious note, Pokémon Yellow rules faces.

(:

Dreaming Reality

     Do you remember this post? It's called Skyscrapers have faults too. The reason I bring this up is because I finally got my 500 word descriptive essay back and I'm going to post it. I don't know how you will feel about it but I feel that it's very strong, I had forgotten how powerful it was. It might just be me though, ha ha. Well, here it goes. (By the by, the title is the blog post title.)




     The room was still and as cold as winter, just the way he liked it. "Bzzt, bzzt," the air conditioner whispered as our breaths brought in the room's only warmth. This little house of ours was laden with his favorite secnt: the thick smell of dust. As we sat opposite each other at the tall, bar style table, I watched him push up his superglue remedied glasses and sweep his freshly cut hair from his face with his pinky fingers.
     "Joey," I said as I reached across the table to grab his hands, "What happens next?" He frowned and turned towards Blue, the build-a-bear I made for him last Christmas, and muttered, "I don't know. I really don't know."
     Tears ran down his face slowly, but hit the floor like pelting hail on a metal rooftop. I jumped off my chair, walked over to his side, lifted his chin, slipped his glasses off, and wiped the wetness from his face. He looked at me and I whispered, "There's no crying in baseball." He chuckled as I pressed my lips against his forehead. I took a deep breath and thought to myself, "Mmmm, he still uses that Old Spice body wash that I like so much." Then, without any regard to the moment I was having, he grabbed my hands and exclaimed, "Marry me!"
     I frowned, pulled my hands away and looked over my left shoulder. "Why not?!" he demanded. I turned toward him and faked a smile as best I could. "I'm only seventeen, darling. And you, you're only nineteen. We have so much time to live before we have to end our adventure." I took a deep breath and exhaled. Hopefully he would understand; it was near impossible to get him to see any light besides the one he was holding. He allowed an audible 'hm' to escape his throat; God how I hated that 'hm,' that arrogant, pointless 'hm.'
     "Passíon," he began, with a slight air of superiority, "I'm not comfortable with the life that you're living over there. You have become someone else." My name sounded so vile coming out of his mouth. I gnashed my teeth and covered my ears; I was done listening to him tell me how to live. I glanced up at his impatient face and thought about how to respond.
     "Joey," I sighed, "how will this ever work? We've become two separate beings with two separate ideas on life and you refuse to hear a word I say. We need to communicate." He looked at me as though my last statement was a waste of breath. "Well we're here now..."
     I pushed the hair from his face and laid my head on his shoulder. I inhaled then sighed; his jacket smelt just like the rest of the house--dusty. "I know that we're here now, but," I paused, "I'm just a figment of your imagination." He started weeping again, his warm tears falling perfectly on my left shoulder. My eyes started to well up with saltwater as he said, "Well it's all we've got now, isn't it? I mean, now that the emotion is no longer existent." The air conditioner reached the point of automatic shutdown, leaving the completely silent with the exception of our heavy breathing. "It's time for us to wake up." I kissed his lips and mouthed the words 'I love you.' He stepped away from me and watched as my body became transparent, and finally, disappeared.

-December 3rd, 2010