March 2004 | Work rant 5: When work rants attack

Alas, readers of tiny dog, since the sad passing of Milo last month, we haven’t posted updates to the content, as you may well have noticed. For a million reasons and one, we haven’t known specifically what to focus on, since the forbidden topic of Work Rage has been the dominant emotion for weeks. My cumulative work rage from over the years could move mountains with its righteous ferocity, and yet, true to the very rage-worthy nature of work, it would jeopardize my precious ability to earn money by telling the truth about it here, to the audience of tiny dog. Thus I must grasp at some lesser subject pulled from the periphery of my badly spent free time. The first subject that comes to mind, brooding bitterly on the weekend, doesn’t brim with proseworthy possibilities. Think with me peeps, think with me… what shall we discuss?

I am admittedly intrigued by an upcoming sequel to the 1995 film, Before Sunrise. The original details one night in Vienna between an American tourist and a French student who meet on a train. Perhaps you remember it. If you don’t like pretentious talky romances, put the DVD down and step slowly away. Otherwise, you may want to re-view it to prepare for the sequel, which is about encountering someone in your life again, years later, with whom you once had an improbable affair. Tiny dog regrettably has no European one night stands on her hit and miss resume of romance, but managed to marry a lovely person, which surely makes up for it, along with charming films about what it may have been like.

Ok, so that was something. Great. So. What shall we discuss next? Anyone?

I could use a cup of coffee. It’s kind of cold in here. Won’t someone turn up the damned heater? What are you looking at? What are you online for anyway? It’s a (fill in blank) day outside! Scroll much? Maybe you should re-think your priorities and stop spending so much time online.

All right so maybe I am turning my rage outward onto you, the people. It’s ugly, having to see this up-close, this breakdown of the tiny dog mind. Make no mistake, however—it's happened before. Time to shut down, and stare into the cold, dark LCD screen of my weekend.

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