parts of life are necessarily frustrating I think.
take moving house for example. it has to have mishaps and problems, otherwise it's just not right. your truck load has to be too big to make one trip, and your booked storage unit has to be too small. you have to cut your hand and burn your fingers, put your back out and strain your neck. but in the end it always works out despite the fatigue and the arguments - you can always sit back and laugh.
it has come to my attention that certain people in the world - i won't name names - are incompetent fools. some, drunk on their own desire for career progression and glory, forget what it means to be in a team of colleagues. others deliberatly patronising and arrogant, tick people off to the limits where they just don't want to keep working. don't you hate puppets?
in other news i've resigned so the above will only matter to me for another 3 weeks.
with all the sunshine outside its amazing to think that working is actually one of those necessarily frustrating constraints on enjoyment of life we have to endure.
le mensonge donne des fleurs, mais pas de fruits
- Proverbe Africain
(Lies give flowers, but not fruit)
