Monday, April 16, 2007

Phwoar. Now you can even tell when your employees are PMS-ing.

"India 'to drop' menstrual forms"

Apparently they can be used to assess employees' "fitness levels". I just think that's flagrantly sexist. Is that politically correct? DO I care if it's politically correct? Hmm. But never mind, it can also serve as a convenient excuse!

Boss: Eh, you made 13385 typos in the report!
Employee: Hurhur sorry, got cramps!

Except, they'd do it in an Indian accent, rounded consonants and the like.


Today was a day of Mistakes Realised and Questions Asked. Never mind that we lost. It doesn't matter much to me. There are things that I worry about all the time, that I'm sure lots of people worry about too, and that I can't rationalise my way out of thinking about. Argh. Some parts of me are so insecure they might as well disintegrate and get pounded into the earth, then at least they can serve as a (disputable) form of fertiliser. Not so bad.
There is no "in other news". There is no other news. You want news? Go and buy it, because that's how it's made anyway. If people didn't buy news, other people wouldn't sell news, and the people who made news wouldn't actually make news, because no one would be interested and therefore what would have otherwise been considered news would no longer be news. And besides, I'm only interested in the rehashed and the recycled and even the Same Old Story! I failed Chinese. You probably have no idea how lousy that makes me feel.

See, here I am talking to you about how silly it is to be scared, but at the same time I'm terrified at the idea of telling you that yesyesyesyessssss it's petrifying.

- Lost.
by @ 9:39 PM