offensive defense

i should really start working on some of my writing assignments but stupid work gets in the way. i owe wmn a story on boudoir photography. i owe ickle an OFW article. and i owe malou a freakin’ cookbook. I should really focus on my rackets during my free time instead of blogging…

anyway, this work week was the pits. not because i was escalated—hell, i hate that word—but because i was asked to provide a, what I’d call, defensive documentation. it is for my own good and i have nothing to hide but to actually “defend” one’s self over matters which existed prior to my ever being there! what the powers of mordor don’t get is that what they’re really frustrated at is the system that they created themselves. and since they can’t very well admit to themselves they made such huge mistakes all along their merry way, they instead escalate the spoc—single point of contact, aka, the person to blame.

they hired me so that they can have someone to blame. hmm, I wonder what would be the best title for such a distinguished position? Chairperson for complaints and other criticisms? The Mis-manager? The Shoot-her-visor?

i would rather apologize for something I know I did wrong rather than come up with pathetic defenses that would either put blame on someone else or pass the stress along. and they wonder why they have such a convoluted institution!

now, you’re probably wondering if I did the defensive documentation—well i did. i mean, why name a blog sell-out Shakespeare, right? but before you judge! i mean, I’m confident that my documents would indeed support my claim. but, more than that, i’m planning my very own version of revenge. i will keep you posted on how i’d do just that. :>

amelie's angst

made a few adjustments to the post because when i was writing it, i was distraught!!

In my favorite movie, Amelie, Audrey Tautou plays an imaginative young lady who decides that it's about time she really starts to live—a realization she got after the untimely death of Princess Diana. She decides to shake things up by getting more involved with her neighbors’, her co-workers’, and dad’s affairs. She decides to help others—which she does. What she doesn’t realize is that what she really needed is to focus on her own life--to stop playing games with that guy who collects messed up photobooth snapshots.

But she was afraid to take the chance. This was why Amelie was likened to the mysterious Renoir lady drinking a glass of wine in the Impressionist painting, Luncheon of the Boating Party. She was in the middle of it all, but she seemed to stand out. She didn't seem like she belonged.

I think about these things now that I have finally decided—life is too short to settle for a mere existence and not being connected to people that truly matter. Sure, we can compromise about work. But there are certain things that shouldn’t be done half-baked like relationships, exercise, fanaticism over a boyband, being an artist, etc.

I saw the film way back and I remember being totally affected by the tale and the crispness of each scene. Directed by Jean Pierre Jeunet, the cinematography is excellent and each scene was meticulously photographed and planned, he simply doesn't waste film.

The concept of "joie de vivre", also an important Impressionist idea, reminds me of the original point of this entry, grabbing life by the balls and not letting go.