Hate my job.

[apolla]

I do not like my job. It has got way worse since the change from 192 to 11 88 88 especially as it's got customers in a bad mood and taking it out on poor, defenceless operators who are trying to deal with new computer systems that make their computers crash because they've put the new program/database thing on old computers.

Anyway... broke the no reading etc rule at work to write some stuff... including my very first specific song. I've written lots of stuff over a lot of time, but writing an actual song has always rather eluded me, although Dionysus Falling was a way towards it. But! this new song... it rhymes and everything! It scans, it flows! I've only got a year to equal Robert Plant writing Stairway to Heaven at, like, 22... but I feel I am finally on my way there. Have also been singing day in and day out lately, trying quite desperately to remember how to do it. I know I could once...

*stumbles off in search of talent*

Comments

[marquiserachel.livejournal.com]

You still can sing! Remember that club thingy? 'I want to be a passenger...!!!'

[apolla.livejournal.com]

*coughs and splutters*

Do not associate me with that hack fool pseudo-poet twat!

[marquiserachel.livejournal.com]

I was merely reminding you of the night in question and was not implying that you were in any way similar to that "hack fool pseudo-poet twat"! You were good. He was funny in a 'let's laugh at the poor deluded fool' way. But at least he didn't declare his undying love for whoever it was that chick liked!
oh those funny funny days!!