This week is not a good week

It was like this, this week last year... and the year before.
The 40th week is not a good week.
EVERY creative avenue both my graphic and video teams take are being railroaded by 'upstairs'.
I kicked a hole in the wall in the office hallway yesterday.
Our machines are dying off in poetic symphony, battling for dominance for IT attention.
I cussed out vehemently at no one in particular knowing but not caring that people were in the front office.
Lack of morale, apathy, and outright vehemence is becoming the norm among us.
We are reacting to "change the swirl" by returning designs with perfectly centered squares instead.
We have assigned every client their one allowed colour that no one else can use.
Three clients have been allowed to keep their swirls.
Responses have become either grunts or three word quips.
This cannot continue.
I cannot continue like this.

For a moment, lost in time

By no more than mere moments, I passed you without seeing. Or perhaps I was looking the other way when you sauntered by. I missed you, and still do.
Soon, I hope.
Soon.
I can only hope.

A stitch in time

there was a point today that reminded me that a moment can last a lifetime. discovering that the effects of one pin in the etui of life was not astounding. discovering the pin however, was. thanks for the beautiful sewing, the inevitable pricking and the eternal being.

in de mean time

ah have ah date on line wid de wife dis morning. she tex meh 4 o'clock last night to say she wish ah was deh too in a fete wid she an de NiSAN crew. but seein as tings hadda be how dey is, we doing wha we can until we can do wha we do.

one look, three calls

i was angry, disappointed, disillusioned, confused and focused all at the same time. the worst thing to do is try to control your heart beat when the only thing you want to do is beat your heart out. but in the end, the end justified the means. i will fight for this. even if it means fighting for you by fighting with you. clichés are wonderful tools in every sense.

is that all?

i'm going to carnival in Trinidad for the first time in 6 years. hosting one of my best college friends and her hubby. the wife is already there for a good week ahead of us. should be some memorable good times ahead.
if anyone reads this, you'll notice i have abandoned my rule for proper use of punctuation, capitalisation and perhaps to a certain extent grammar. there is a reason. it's too demanding to be proper all the time. better get a good idea out and build than a great building on loose sand. i want to write, but i don't want to feel like i have to. start slow, small and fool proof... or foolish. doesn't matter. so long as something is flowing. Ish, we need to get that back.
that is all.