Oct. 25th, 2002

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (lookitup)
After reading my review I kind of feel bad. Not that I didn't like my review, which was very nice indeed, but rather the reviewer reproached me for not dicussing politics and philosophy more in my LiveJournal.

I'm a little concerned now. I've never been particularly vocal about my political and philosophical beliefs, and I've never really bothered to write it all down mostly because I succumbed to inertia and laziness. Unless I had a paper to write for university I never really forced myself to organise my thoughts in a coherent manner (unlike, say [livejournal.com profile] forthright).

Maybe it's time to change this.

On the other hand, one of the reasons I never really made my thoughts public is that privately I'm not sure that I'm really as intelligent as other people think I am. I'm not an idiot, of course, but I'd rather people think I was brilliant just from the hints I drop rather than conclude that I'm kinda bright but not that great after reading some half-brained opinion somewhere.

Gah. Is this making any sense at all?

Also, I have the sneaking suspicion that some of my more critical faculties may well have atrophied since beggining work at Bell Mobility. This job isn't exactly intellectually stimulating, even though it's a source of great entertainment at times.

Maybe I've become an idiot since I left university and just haven't realised it. ^_-
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (lookitup)
After reading my review I kind of feel bad. Not that I didn't like my review, which was very nice indeed, but rather the reviewer reproached me for not dicussing politics and philosophy more in my LiveJournal.

I'm a little concerned now. I've never been particularly vocal about my political and philosophical beliefs, and I've never really bothered to write it all down mostly because I succumbed to inertia and laziness. Unless I had a paper to write for university I never really forced myself to organise my thoughts in a coherent manner (unlike, say [livejournal.com profile] forthright).

Maybe it's time to change this.

On the other hand, one of the reasons I never really made my thoughts public is that privately I'm not sure that I'm really as intelligent as other people think I am. I'm not an idiot, of course, but I'd rather people think I was brilliant just from the hints I drop rather than conclude that I'm kinda bright but not that great after reading some half-brained opinion somewhere.

Gah. Is this making any sense at all?

Also, I have the sneaking suspicion that some of my more critical faculties may well have atrophied since beggining work at Bell Mobility. This job isn't exactly intellectually stimulating, even though it's a source of great entertainment at times.

Maybe I've become an idiot since I left university and just haven't realised it. ^_-
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (priceless)
Things are looking dire for our intrepid Customer Service Rep. There's a little under an hour to go before the end of the day, and her brain has melted and oozed out her ears.

As we speak it's squelching its way towards the nearest exit, synapses firing willy-nilly, tendrils reaching slimily for the door handle.

This is bad news because our CSR has to answer calls with no brain to assist her. Not that her clients would notice, but if a supervisor decides to listen in on her call, they might get an inkling that she's nothing but a mindless zombie.

If only there were a way to get the brain back...

*wail*

Come back, brain, come back!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (priceless)
Things are looking dire for our intrepid Customer Service Rep. There's a little under an hour to go before the end of the day, and her brain has melted and oozed out her ears.

As we speak it's squelching its way towards the nearest exit, synapses firing willy-nilly, tendrils reaching slimily for the door handle.

This is bad news because our CSR has to answer calls with no brain to assist her. Not that her clients would notice, but if a supervisor decides to listen in on her call, they might get an inkling that she's nothing but a mindless zombie.

If only there were a way to get the brain back...

*wail*

Come back, brain, come back!

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