where do you work? i am confused by your last post.
Its like a school with different “workshops” such as graphic design, music producer, design and florist, crafts, photography ect. for young people between the age 16-25 who needs “guidance” to find out what education to begin with or help them on to something else, and so we work for the school, producing things and stuff. And we get paid for that :)
Sits in a classroom. A class room filled with fresh young people. They think they’re at the top of their mountain. They have sweet lives, they’re laughing at a “funny” video, goes to 16+ parties, planning drunk vacations, with a hangover sickness safety net right under their feet: their parents. The parents who are paying for the whole trip. The parents who are carrying them on their soft fragile sensitive feet. Because the world are cruel, and the kids must be too dumb to take care of them selves.
I’m sitting on my chair, trying to get some work done, thats after all what i get paid for. I get paid for getting the things done, to do it myself, to be creative, to come up with solutions, to make the costumer happy, and to learn and get better at what I came here for.
And they, the kids, gets paid for the exact same thing.
Except they’re not doing anything else than talking about ex-es and crushes and new shoes and and FACEBOOK(!) and some graphic design they maybe would like to do, but don’t do because the teacher is too busy right now, so the kids don’t do what they actually wanted to do because “they cant do it without help”. So they just sits and talk a little more about ex-es.
And this classroom is constantly telling me to get out of here, everyday it speaks louder and louder, now yelling at me, cursing at me screaming “WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE, YOU IDIOT? these kids are not good for you!”
I’ve got 2 dogs. They are like black and white, like fire and water.
The first one is a pleaser. Zaki a Golden, loves his owner beyond anything. I just got him this saturday. He waits for me to come home by the door and petting is way more important than food. He is a exact copy of Dug from Up: “I’ve just met you, and I LOVE YOU!”
He “sneaks” up to your lap, still standing with his back legs on the ground, he just want’s the lovely attention. He doesn’t even care about the food on the table.
And then there the other one. Jessie, a little terrier-ish dog. I’ve had from when she was a puppy, and she is the strangest dog in the world! Sometimes when i’m watching tv, or sits at the the table, she’s just standing and starring. Starring like she want’s something. but for 5 years, I still can’t find out what the hell she wants. petting? No. Treats? Yearh sure, but nothing else please. Love? Eww, that’s gross. A walk? Um, only if theres some ducks to hunt. But no other dogs ok, they’re boring as hell. and the owners too, but if they have treats I love them!
She has like selective hearing. When i say “you want a treat” she’s aaaall ears, and will do anything. But when I say “Jessie, come here to get your leash on”, whit this kind voice, she just stands there like” are you fucking kitten me, like what the hell do you want from me? I’m just a dump dog I don’t understand you, ok?”
I have never been mean to her, but the human must have the control, and I’ve trained her like that. But with the total opposite outcome.
Sometimes she want’s to be petted, a little on that spot that itches. When she don’t wan’t to be petted, she’s talks with her eyes. She says “bitch, what u expect from me?”. She makes me feel like i’m the most boooooring human being in the world!
I’ve got a dog who is a fucking cat. Jessie is a cat in a dog costume.
So I’ve got Zaki, to see what it’s like to have a dog in the home, and I so hope that he will effect Jessie to wan’t to be a dog instead of a cat.