09.06.05

It�s so strange to go into Suzie Copyshop mode after a long weekend. Little blue apron, nursie-clogs, trousers, hair up, pleasant smile that slips off my face all day long. Ugh.

I need to find something less involved with the hoi polloi.

It�s easier to separate my job and not-job personas now. How lame is it to constantly bleat my (assumed) uniqueness to all and sundry? How ego-ridden and insecure is that? All people want when they come in is their shit copied/laminated/folded/whatever. And their assumption of my stupidity makes my life a little easier. Why should I think about their crap when I can be flying on wings of imagination way the hell out in the middle of the Horsehead Nebula? Then fine, I�ll allow the clients� perception to stand, after all, what does it matter?

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