A Different Tactic. Part 1 of many. 4:00 p.m. in Book Four: Ichi-no-Tani 2017

I have decided to separate my writings. I feel like I’m writing too much, writing too repetitively… and just… writing in such a fashion as to punish the reader instead of reward the reader. And I get it. “Write for yourself” and I do. This is how I keep my brain from turning to mush. If I didn’t write here; I wouldn’t be smart enough to continue at this job. I’d just… get dumber.

My Middle Finger

Last night, my phone was exploding. Text messages, e-mails, even a phone call at 9 p.m. All from bosses. All with things that needed to be taken care of.
This morning, my phone was exploding. 6:00 am, 7:00 am, 8:00 am… the same client called. As my work phone and personal phone are one in the same; I did not answer. Leave a message, I’ll call you back during office hours. But, of course, when he wasn’t calling… text messages, e-mails, and WeChat to overwhelming from the bosses. So… I decided… if work is going to occupy my entire day, evening, and morning… I’ll go into the office whenever I damned well feel like it. They can’t see me (this week) and if I don’t arrive until 9… they can’t do anything about it (this week). So might as well take advantage of it before they come back… and when they come back, embrace the bullshit of them being pissy if I’m not in the office a full hour and a half before them.... and get pissy if I’m not in the office a full hour and a half after they leave. Bah. Suck on it.