Barriers to Entry The entry to the cave is called a keyhole. Spelunkers believe it is bad luck - and practice to enlarge a keyhole for easier entry. If you can't fit through the door you don't belong in the cave. The practice is common in all types of business. The most glaring of which, is the country club. No one can convince me that it really takes $50,000/year from 5,000 members to keep a golf course running when you're going to charge each member another $100/game in order to actually let them play. It just doesn't work that way. But!!! The point they make is that if you can't afford the fees, they don't want you as a member. Forgetting this lesson I found myself yelling at yet another e-mail from a Match customer who wants to go on a date with a random on-line hottie - but forgot to include their real e-mail address. No - I don't want to date you bad enough to fill out the questionnaire and give them my credit card number. And no - it doesn't matter that the first three days are free. And then it dawns on me. If I don't want to go out bad enough to answer 10 questions do I really want to go out? No.
I hate the tutor student for standing me up I hate my boss for making me work in the office on a Sunday while everyone else in the room watched the Masters. I hate everyone in the room for watching the Masters. I hate my boyfriend for not loving me. I hate the man who hit my car. I hate my head for hurting every day when I wake up. I hate the bile in my throat. I hate my hate.
PROCRASTINATION BREEDS STRESS Well duh!
I know, I enjoy getting things done as much as the next person but I really hate calling insurance companies, disputing phone bills, paying bills, and making deposits. I hate harping after my kids day after day about homework. Whoever thought of such things anyways????
On the other hand, getting things done sure feels nice. The prospect of seeing my man in two days is wonderful as well. I just wish he were here to snuggle up to right now. Then I would be perfectly content.
Ahhhhh......
My dreams have gotten stranger and stranger. They started off with the repeated dream of my ex-boyfriend suddenly appearing and expecting to just settle in. "Where do you want my stuff?" he asks. In my dream I'm shocked and befuddled. He doesn't belong and he really must leave. After all, Aaron will be here soon and I don't want to cause any drama. Then there was the dream where I went out with the boys from work and I ended up wearing a knee length evening gown, long black pant socks, and my male co-workers shoes since my heels were uncomfortable. My co-worker and I have our heads leaning against each other since we're trashed and I LICK HIS NECK!
Ewww! Let's not talk about the fact that I spend a lot of time with this co-worker, am very fond of him, have no physical desire for him, which is good since he's married!
And then last night I dreamt I was giving mouth-t0-mouth to an orange eel. In real life I think eels are the most disgusting creatures aside from the naked mole rat, but in my dream I was very concerned for the life of this eel.
Needless to say I am very tired today. I think the ex-boyfriend dreams will stop since I told the new boyfriend. I was starting to feel really guilty about them. The rest of them though - who knows.
