Sarah Elrays

I started programming again..which is bad. It started with the Marketing project that I single-handedly (as expressed to me by my instructor) fed a grade to a group of..students. Student, students. Not the people that were in my Finance class which just barely overlapped in time with its preceding grup project, which was, without saying, much more important, involved..the whole 9.5 yards.
That was an interpretation of a case study that, in 6 cases covered a string of transactional and psychological events in the Czech Republic in thelate 90s to early 00s. I was the director of that one…
When I said ‘interpretation,’I don’t mean that the play was given to us and we took it and performed it.
No.
This is my upper-level Internation Finance class.
it was just cases
Very open assignment.
I assume, or..know, rather..that it was meant to invoke perpective into events that take place in the financial embedded universe. The perspective as an introduction to life, and the journey through being guided by the gift of perspicacity.

so that was last week. huh

// Thought I might mention this here…
// where i stop a paragraph and being another one..doesnt span any period of time. This is all just in one night..extrapolating to the very last second so I don’t have to go back to the myriad of other things I have to sit in front of one of these 2 broken thigns and type and type and type…and also research and…I mean this is like a stream line of ideas that I don’t have to work to get to come out. Okay..

actually lately, I have been heavy into painting and drawing so thats why my Nietzsche class hasn’t been the epic journey through life and enchanted wild treasure box that mystical creatures found deep in the seeds of the planet in the medieval time period in what would commonly be referred to as South Africa.

what?

I must say though, when things are this bad..did I mention the epic narritive painting that needs to be completely in 2 days..? no..
when things are this bad, I’m glad to have myself to laugh at. what the hell was that? ^

I still have to get that last little bit of money that I don’t have because I lost my job…?
Maybe…?
in February, I went to work, where I was told by a sales manager…that is – not upper management or anything..
that she was told I wasn’t allowed to come into work.
that was all she knew
that was all I know
not one single person has contacted me or anything.
to tell me….? to tell me what?
That I put my heart and soul into that place for 2 years when I could have tried to get a job that pays more than minimum wage to do a mangers job and a stock TEAM’s job? and a customer service representative’s job? and an employee trainer’s job?

I really am glad that happened though. Right after that was when things started to get really bad at school with all the overwhelming monuments that I had days to build and protect.

and everything was being so pushed on me…like the Credit Untion.

They didnt have to call me that much to tell me that I had a week to give them some-odd large sum of money that is rapidly increasing and started at something under $20…or else they would force bankruptcy on my account and would tell all the creditors..which would in fact ruin my college status because I woulndt get any more loans with credit like that.

Ding-a-ling-a-ling…it’s the tinntinnabulation of 3rd world country…

those chimes sound so far away and distant with all the chaos going on…
but if you take a breather from what their tiny singing spells cast on your lives,
you can hear them.
You can hear them loud and clear, jingling away
Ringing uncontrollably because every force everywhere is so powerful
and theyre all growing so much
the closer, the faster!