camembert?

there are some folks that you think are your friends. maybe they are and maybe not. but while you think they are friends, that's how you treat them.

the problem is that when they decide, "thanks i've had enough," their absence leaves a hole. and after a while, there's so many holes that there isn't any more cheese. what do you do then?

your own personal jesus

sometimes i feel like that's what my supervisor expects of me. as if i can walk on water, forgive sins, raise the dead, etc. in a way i'm flattered. but in a way i'm horrified.

...in fact there are sometimes when i'm horrified (or appalled, either adjective will suffice) by my supervisor in general. not that the person is in any way a bad or unpleasant person. in fact, were i to describe one of the nicest persons you'll ever meet, my supervisor would fit the bill to a t.

there's an irony in there somewhere i think. lol.

jobs

the excitement of searching for a new position...

the struggle not to under- nor over- estimate one's qualifications...

maybe i am in that general area. perhaps i'd like to be. but why, since the sinecure that i currently occupy isn't all that bad?

is it l'ennui? the wunderlust? my inner-kender nature coming out inspite of all of the carefully orchestrated repressions?

en parlant du kender, cher ami, de temps en temps tu me manques tellement. je rêve du passé...

seesaw

it's not that i don't appreciate the relevance of sabbath school. but i detest being constrained. and many times while perusing the sabbath school lesson i see the editors trying to force a particular line of thought on the reader.

a little ironic yes, in view of my strongly negative feelings on the season of "inquiry-based learning" that i am taking part of through december.