Work griping again.

These people I work with (lovely, but limited) can't BELIEVE I am leaving this cushy temp job this week, probably at least 3 weeks before I have to. "It's easy money!" they say, "What are you gonna do now?" I explain I am going to spend next week working on my short story, followed by some traveling and farmwork. "What's the point?" they ask. My temp agency rep's eyebrows went way up when I explained that, no, I wasn't actually leaving the country and no, my work permit wasn't running out,and that I might be back for more work later but right now is some fun time. "Farmwork???" She quickly moved on to the next person in the room, really not wanting to talk to me anymore. FREAK! Why wouldn't you want to hold on to these precious precious filing moments? Everyone around me strategizes to spend as much time doing nothing as possible, occasionally muttering under their breath about how they hate their jobs, and then they question MY motives? Crazy crazy. Hold on tight to what you got, even if it sucks, cause it's better than starting over. Then this one guy, who found it soooo funny I'd be writing a sci-fi story, asked the lamest questions about it, such as, "What is the main purpose of your story, the major theme?" All with a big goofy grin on his face. The same guy I had to defend Francisco's "Fake" photoshopped photography to. Such limited horizons. I hate answering that kind of question because suddenly this magic glowing exciting idea I have becomes boring schoolwork. Why analyse first what you're creating? Go with the rush and the energy and create first, analyse later. If you start off trying to figure out the main point of your story, you might nip that delicious delicious creative energy in the bud. Maybe it's just me that's like this, but I find the traditional school approach drains whatever motivation and excitement I have, and I start treading in place again, going nowhere and filling in the time with office work, tv, shopping. Boring mindset, boring life. Life is magic, I don't care what the weary cynics have to say. It's alarming and beautiful. Sometimes my senses reset and it's like seeing everything new again. I live for those moments. It happened on the bus yesterday evening. IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU TOO.

Ah well, going out for a nice dinner with these fine folks. They're fun to drink with anyway.

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Alright, actually one of my coworkers is pretty awesome. He made a comment about some action being for people who lack imagination, which means either he looked over my shoulder and read my last email, or we are in basic life agreement. The other guy though, the one with the comments about my writing, made a bad comment about the gays in San Francisco, so I'm officially adding him to my list of people I won't talk about anything "real" with. So there.