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Good Friday.
Apr. 9th, 2004 06:33 pmNo, really, it's Good Friday....
Work went...well, like work today. It was quiet, since (I think) most everyone took an early lead on Easter...or were wrapping up Passover visits. Either way, Dead Calm.
Had lunch with Bri Bri and Dave at Shakey's Bunch'a Lunch, and ate well (junk food definitions) for $5. Good times, good times. We gave him crap for being such a whipped boy. And a homebody. And just plain "old" before his time. I mean he's just turned 27...ain't like he's you know....60 or something (though he acts it sometimes).
Got back and then...
And then Rebecca actually INTERVIEWED someone. So we spent a bit of the afternoon making the office look presentable, and she came in (Cuuuuuuute girl, *tee hee*), and Rebecca spoke with her, and then she brought me and the other guy who does what I do to grill her and to let her know what's up for reals...then we put the Big Boss on the phone with her, and well...we're all waiting to see what she decides on Monday...maybe she'll be there, and maybe she'll run for the hills. Either way, there's the chance that we'll have someone new to work there. Yay. It will take some pressure off of me.
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Okay, this has got me intrigued, and slightly weirded out. It's either the sickest thing on the web, or the most brilliant. www.subservientchicken.com. Might I suggest "Run Around" and "Dance" as commands...*shudder*
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I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing tonight. I actually considered doing nothing, staying home and cleaning as an option. Not to be, I see. Looks like a Birthday Party, and then Underground afterwards. I dunno. I really don't know. Part of me is tireder than all get out, and just wants to bail on everything. Part of me is like "LET'S GO!"
*sigh*
I really shouldn't give in like this. GAH!!!!
So much to do. So little time. And so little sleep to be had.
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...then they took him down, and laid him in the tomb. And in Three days...well, that's getting ahead of the tale, ain't it?
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotton son; so that whosoever believe in him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life."
Can any one man have so much love? That's the question. I fight with it, and I think about it, and I accept it, and then question it, and then think about it. "Can any one man go through *that* for a person who would not be born for 2 millenia? Born to die, to walk through the gates of hell and back again, and open the way to life eternal, and THEN come back through the vale of the living?"
Is it possible?
We all argue over who's right, is there a reason to believe in that, or anything. But one thing is this.
The love is real. Wherever it comes from. Because that love is some of everywhere. It's in the air we breath, and the life we have. We just disagree on who (or what) is givin' it.
But hey, at least we're thinking about it. And I'm sending out the love, y'all. And that's gotta be good.
Work went...well, like work today. It was quiet, since (I think) most everyone took an early lead on Easter...or were wrapping up Passover visits. Either way, Dead Calm.
Had lunch with Bri Bri and Dave at Shakey's Bunch'a Lunch, and ate well (junk food definitions) for $5. Good times, good times. We gave him crap for being such a whipped boy. And a homebody. And just plain "old" before his time. I mean he's just turned 27...ain't like he's you know....60 or something (though he acts it sometimes).
Got back and then...
And then Rebecca actually INTERVIEWED someone. So we spent a bit of the afternoon making the office look presentable, and she came in (Cuuuuuuute girl, *tee hee*), and Rebecca spoke with her, and then she brought me and the other guy who does what I do to grill her and to let her know what's up for reals...then we put the Big Boss on the phone with her, and well...we're all waiting to see what she decides on Monday...maybe she'll be there, and maybe she'll run for the hills. Either way, there's the chance that we'll have someone new to work there. Yay. It will take some pressure off of me.
------
Okay, this has got me intrigued, and slightly weirded out. It's either the sickest thing on the web, or the most brilliant. www.subservientchicken.com. Might I suggest "Run Around" and "Dance" as commands...*shudder*
--------
I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing tonight. I actually considered doing nothing, staying home and cleaning as an option. Not to be, I see. Looks like a Birthday Party, and then Underground afterwards. I dunno. I really don't know. Part of me is tireder than all get out, and just wants to bail on everything. Part of me is like "LET'S GO!"
*sigh*
I really shouldn't give in like this. GAH!!!!
So much to do. So little time. And so little sleep to be had.
------
...then they took him down, and laid him in the tomb. And in Three days...well, that's getting ahead of the tale, ain't it?
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotton son; so that whosoever believe in him, shall not perish, but have everlasting life."
Can any one man have so much love? That's the question. I fight with it, and I think about it, and I accept it, and then question it, and then think about it. "Can any one man go through *that* for a person who would not be born for 2 millenia? Born to die, to walk through the gates of hell and back again, and open the way to life eternal, and THEN come back through the vale of the living?"
Is it possible?
We all argue over who's right, is there a reason to believe in that, or anything. But one thing is this.
The love is real. Wherever it comes from. Because that love is some of everywhere. It's in the air we breath, and the life we have. We just disagree on who (or what) is givin' it.
But hey, at least we're thinking about it. And I'm sending out the love, y'all. And that's gotta be good.
