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Im offline at work today. the temp will be in answer phones at my desk and file and such so that I may scan more client files into the database.

Open folder
Revmove files
Rip out staples
Replace staples
Put docs back in folder
Close folder
3 minutes have just passed by, never to be reclaimed.

Just imagine that, and you dont need any workstream.

The subway ride this morning was a picture of degradation. A blind man, unbalanced physically and mentally, talking with random people who didnt want to speak with him. Asking them their names. Asking for $$ to buy some pizza and making people get up from their seats so that he could sit down. (This last bit, when he had a seat already.) A couple sat next to him, huddled together, hiding within each other. Grateful they werent like that. Slightly smiling, making fun of him for protection. I felt sad. I Was listening to Bjorks "All is Full of Love" on the nekopod. There was not much love for this man. Urine stained his pants and something like coffee or soda was splotched on his white undershirt. He shook his head back and forth, as if listening to some hot jazz tunes in his head. you could feel the energy of the people shrinking away from him. One of his pinky fingers was smaller than the other. I wanted to hand him a $100, just for kicks, but of course, I didn't have a $100. The song on the nekopod changed, the man got off at 23rd street. Other people got on, sat where he sat, closed their eyes, turned on the peoplepods to block it all out, opened books, fell asleep. Time passed. 34th street. 42nd street. If I see him again, i'll give him a $5. It's not $100, but that's usually all the cash I carry.


Aug. 23rd, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
(this is kittypye - i added you last week)
i remember in winter, in chicago, there was a homeless man who would stand on the train platform re-living an argument he used to have with his wife about his son. how his son was ruining his life and not going to amount to anything. it was sad to see him emotionally stuck there - and i would always wonder if something traumatic later happened to his son or wife that caused his psychosis...it was sad that people ignored him through his ranting and raving, and i was always ashamed that i was too scared to talk to him...

anyway - have a good day!
Aug. 23rd, 2007 05:29 pm (UTC)
Re: (this is kittypye - i added you last week)
I hear you on the ashamed part! I kept thinking..this guy just really wants someone to talk to. But I was just another jerk watching time pass. I wouldn't know what to say. And then I'd be crazy too for chit chatting. Society is wierd like that. I suppose it is all biological and freudian somehow, but it still sucks.
Aug. 23rd, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
Re: (this is kittypye - i added you last week)
yeah, i know that part of it is fearing that i will be unleashing something that will soon get out of control...and that is just a safety thing. but some people just seem to need someone who really cares...

oh well, can't be everything to everybody - will just have to be what i can...