Phew... I have now been warned that a "Boston-educated" lady such as myself would "not be able to tolerate" such people to a great extent. CEO says there's too much "dopey existentialism" for me. (I don't think he meant "existentialism" ... I think that to him, anyone who doesn't immediately accept the powerful paradigm of Christianity and capitalism, has given him/herself over to heathenish "existentialism." CEO's wide use of "existentialism" is up there with Alanis Morisette's use of "ironic." It amuses me when people overuse and or/misuse the term "ironic." They do it to look smart, and it has the opposite effect ... and THAT, my friends, is ironic. Wow. I'm a jerk.)

I tried to gently tell him that I'm sort of interested in New Age stuff, and that I generally like "those people." Well, my helpful guide CEO informed me that no, I'm actually NOT interested in New Age theories, and no, I actually DON'T like "those people." Because since I'm from Boston and sometimes use polysyllabic words (including, but not limited to, "existential" and even "pagan" ... shhh ...) I'm the same eye-rolling starchy type that he is. I eschew the exploration of alternate lifestyles and states of conciousness.

Well, GLORY BE! Thank GOD I know that man! Where on earth would I be if I kept thinking I like what I like and whom I like? So easily we forget ourselves and our good breeding, no?

Oh! I was so ashamed! I dropped immediately to my knees, and I thanked him for reminding me who I was, reminding me what I thought and what I liked, and reminding me that my path has been delineated from birth and not to be strayed from. I think CEO would look at me askance if he new that I dabbled in tarot, am known to perform the occasional asana, and (gasp) don't eat meat. And how I would crumble under his disapproving gaze!

I am going to go straight home and BURN my tarot decks, my party photos of friends using deviant substances, and purge as best I can all memories of me doing silly things like frolicking through dales and making crowns out of daisies!

And no, I have never cuddled with friends on a flatbed trailer while we all rolled on ecstasy! Because "ecstasy" doesn't exist for ladies from Boston! Next thing we know, I'll be seized by fits of transcendent vibrations! Then, I would definitely lose my job. Oh, God, please no! This is where I belong.

Shame on me. My Kennedy ancestors (I know they're out there somewhere) would disown me if they had ever owned me in the first place.

Maybe I'll overreact a little. That sounds like a good idea.

CEO is just pissing me off lately. So, as I've said before, my office is sandwiched directly between CEO's and CFO's offices, and I work for both of them. Yesterday I went into CFO's office to deliver something, and CEO was in there, talking to him, and sitting at his desk. I mean, please. How cliche can you get?

If I was a really trite director, and was blocking a scene involving one person passive-aggressively asserting his power over another, that's one of the first things that would come to my little mind: have the former take the latter's seat.

So annoying.

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