Maslow's Hierarchy

Tis a sad day when I have to use google spell for hieraRchy, which, without a reference, I swear should be hierachy.

I spent the whole of today doing NOTHING and its driving me mad. Waiting on a partner's meeting for one decision. Seriously ! It reminds me of watching the apprentice. Snivelling eggheads in suits. And it plagues me so.... How many of us want a desk job ? I think if I had my way, i'd be in a carpenters, or in a goldsmiths actually making something. I know I am brilliant at that. Minute, detailed, thoughtful work.

'Oh honors aren't good enough, how about you go to Havard, spend the entire GDP of congo on technical analysis courses, and then pimp yourself out to companies that destroy the souls of bright young things fresh out of uni ?' This is corporate. 120 hour workweeks, ketchup in the fridge, remnants of the last starbucks coffee, expensive shoes, a nice condo and when you get home, white sound ringing in your ears because there is nothing in the house alive except a cactus that is still alive why, cause its a frickin cactus. Seriously, the industry calls it a milk round , or by another name the Career Convention, which manages to electroplate to your mind that if you don't make it in finance, and in one of the top 4, you are doomed to squeaking along, unable to afford takeout like your glamorous peers who live the life described above.

I've lived that, and my conclusion : There is just so much french grammar and cryllic alphabet I can take.

Here is the filler. SO yes, besides learning a language as my life languishes by, waiting for that damn meeting, I have taken to entertaining d's cats with youtube flicks of cats that flush. Cat fights ! Cat plays the piano !

And now I am watching True Lies circa 1994. In German. Seems to be fitting somehow.

Tis a sad day.