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1:45 a.m. - 2003-05-22 Of the "ancient" epigrams, I think I like "To a Pompous Censor" by Palladas best. "Scornful of love, intolerably august, Remember,when cold dignity is dust, Your origin - be thankful, man - was lust." The Roman writer, Ovid, is next up. There's another health scare in the news right now - still waiting to see if it's justified. The problem with the media sometimes, is that when it's a slow news period everything gets talked over and around until there is just too much speculation to dig out the facts. Wait and see I guess. Very disturbing call from my supervisor today. I'm still mulling it over. I've noted before that I feel like a mouse with a cat or two sitting at the entrance to the mousehole just waiting to pounce over any slip up at work. So far I've managed to defuse whatever has been tossed my way in the past four months. I don't know how much more energy I want to invest in that. This contract is set to end in June and I've sent out a few resumes. I think I'll continue with that. I'm tired of worrying every time I do or say something that it might become another point of attack. � � |