Doći će Kraljevstvo, u slavi! Budi pozdravljen i drži se!
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Kangaroo Jack
On Monday I go in for the first day at work and immediately uncover what had been so odd the previous week. When everyone gathered together, all at coffee. Finally, happy Monday! But no, no, the two of us must talk, says the boss. Even though I had suggested it and he hadn't been interested. It is formal, he says. Yes, there is an formal manner under the editorial facade, and I don't wonder about it. So we sit, and he says without beating about the bush: Listen, I know that this will be a bit of a shock to you on the first day back, but I want to give you your notice. I look at him a bit oddly. What tale is this? He continued somewhat mechanically (that he didn't practice during the weekend?) Since you were away so long, I found another man instead, he suits me better. And as I was not happy with you, now I want you to go. You did not send me word for months, I did not know what I could count on, and what not... But man, I was mentally ill! Rather badly! And still am, only now I am nonetheless socially functional... It doesn't concern me whether your diagnosis is correct or not. I can't give you your notice, but I don't want to see you at the publisher's any more, what concerns me is you must not come any more. I consulted the employment lawyers and they said I should offer you an agreed termination of contract. I advise you not to appeal because you won't be able to work in any publisher's. I know that you will hate me now, but that's how it is, I'm used to that. You are the start, and it will be also resolved higher in the publisher's. - he said and ended the interview by staring bluntly absently somewhere to the side while I tried to say something to him, but, of course, I see it is pointless.
After a few minutes more he drifts through the publisher's and disappears, possibly with the others at coffee, not closing the door to the room.
What a kangaroo!
30.05.2007. (17:09)
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In minutes he managed to be rude (it does not concern him if my diagnosis was correct), arrogant (he knows I will hate him), tactless, threatening (he advises me not to appeal) and cowardly (he avoided me for days). This was certainly a record for condensed communication faults in so short a time. Anyway at least he sprayed them about somewhat.
So I sit somewhat shocked. Listen, that to hate! And this is the way a digestive tract would hate, when it anticipates that it will be hated by him who he tries so much to swallow. You can recognise a digestive tract- person through the particular way they talk: each of their sentences begins with „I“ or at least „me“ and every one of their thoughts rotates about what this or that means to them. Some are refined, and some are common kangaroos like my now already former boss.
30.05.2007. (17:23)
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fran
žal mi je kaj si dobil otkaz.
31.05.2007. (21:47)
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Ni to niš', lipi moj Fran. :) Bit će posla. Meni je žal kaj ljudi nestaju. Još ih je Diogeneš sa svečom tražil, možeš mislit kak je tek danas.
31.05.2007. (22:26)
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(You in future and surely more intellient generations: in the time in which I live such ways of behaving still held as a sign of good and strong character. Individualism and egocentricity are synonymous. To you, of course, that looks like livestock herding blindly into the pen, but here they herd themselves in the name of commercial competition, and everybody must market himself and and claim how he is the ram or a Simmenthal cow and to noise that abroad as his own doing. Do not sneer, you of the future! There was simply not one of you here in this time to see all that. But if you smile in your heart, I cannot blame you.)
I leave the building and breathe in. I listen, as is my new habit since I have been heal, to what my bowels tell me. It is good, my digestive tract is doing its its job, digesting food. Lightly numbed by shock, I am at peace. Meaning, I don't have to work any more in the publisher's in which all is turned into cheap marketing, and journalism became something frivolous to say the least, if not already totally undesirable. I was moreover the only who did not come from the marketing world to work at the magazine. Apart from Kangaroo Jack, however he is of those editors who are who know how many years must gruelling barkeeping that would reader become chief. They edit something that needs to be an entertaining magazine, but is, woefully, operated from a sense of humour (if he understands every tenth or twelfth joke that somebody tells, then with shallow caution in his voice he says: he was joking, but he does not laugh). Of those is who spends three days, with hand on brow, while all around him smoke of concentration, writing a text on some kind of bottled drinks. When one of his colleagues writes a certain text against the clock Kangaroo Jack arses about and howls that it is impossible. Now, if you are clever, for three days you play tetris and you say you are working on the text. Nobody saw the sense in such cheap arseholery.
I turn the corner of the building and not looking back with a light step I go for a beer. I deserved one, to the devil with drugs!
There is now just the impending tedious struggle with authorities around this agreed severance. Tedious since it is not worth one's dignity to have to haggle about his own material existence and around his own well-being like some second hand car dealer in Jakuševac. Tedious, therefore, because it is repulsive, and not because of any fear of uncertainty.
When you are a representative of the Elven Kingdom in that stable of slaves such fears are unknown to you. You know what you know. And you know that you only need to wait, because even when you are held under drugs so you will fit in an abnormal world you can be sure that you are on the right path.
When the Kingdom comes and the normal order, you will finally be at home. People will be people, beasts beasts, and pests will not be.
01.06.2007. (10:43)
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Doći će Kraljevstvo, u slavi! Budi pozdravljen i drži se!
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Kangaroo Jack
On Monday I go in for the first day at work and immediately uncover what had been so odd the previous week.
When everyone gathered together, all at coffee. Finally, happy Monday!
But no, no, the two of us must talk, says the boss. Even though I had suggested it and he hadn't been interested. It is formal, he says. Yes, there is an formal manner under the editorial facade, and I don't wonder about it.
So we sit, and he says without beating about the bush:
Listen, I know that this will be a bit of a shock to you on the first day back, but I want to give you your notice.
I look at him a bit oddly. What tale is this?
He continued somewhat mechanically (that he didn't practice during the weekend?)
Since you were away so long, I found another man instead, he suits me better. And as I was not happy with you, now I want you to go. You did not send me word for months, I did not know what I could count on, and what not...
But man, I was mentally ill! Rather badly! And still am, only now I am nonetheless socially functional...
It doesn't concern me whether your diagnosis is correct or not. I can't give you your notice, but I don't want to see you at the publisher's any more, what concerns me is you must not come any more. I consulted the employment lawyers and they said I should offer you an agreed termination of contract. I advise you not to appeal because you won't be able to work in any publisher's. I know that you will hate me now, but that's how it is, I'm used to that. You are the start, and it will be also resolved higher in the publisher's. - he said and ended the interview by staring bluntly absently somewhere to the side while I tried to say something to him, but, of course, I see it is pointless.
After a few minutes more he drifts through the publisher's and disappears, possibly with the others at coffee, not closing the door to the room.
What a kangaroo!
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In minutes he managed to be rude (it does not concern him if my diagnosis was correct), arrogant (he knows I will hate him), tactless, threatening (he advises me not to appeal) and cowardly (he avoided me for days). This was certainly a record for condensed communication faults in so short a time. Anyway at least he sprayed them about somewhat.
So I sit somewhat shocked. Listen, that to hate! And this is the way a digestive tract would hate, when it anticipates that it will be hated by him who he tries so much to swallow. You can recognise a digestive tract- person through the particular way they talk: each of their sentences begins with „I“ or at least „me“ and every one of their thoughts rotates about what this or that means to them. Some are refined, and some are common kangaroos like my now already former boss.
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fran
žal mi je kaj si dobil otkaz.
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ludlud
Ni to niš', lipi moj Fran. :) Bit će posla. Meni je žal kaj ljudi nestaju. Još ih je Diogeneš sa svečom tražil, možeš mislit kak je tek danas.
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(You in future and surely more intellient generations: in the time in which I live such ways of behaving still held as a sign of good and strong character. Individualism and egocentricity are synonymous. To you, of course, that looks like livestock herding blindly into the pen, but here they herd themselves in the name of commercial competition, and everybody must market himself and and claim how he is the ram or a Simmenthal cow and to noise that abroad as his own doing. Do not sneer, you of the future! There was simply not one of you here in this time to see all that. But if you smile in your heart, I cannot blame you.)
I leave the building and breathe in. I listen, as is my new habit since I have been heal, to what my bowels tell me. It is good, my digestive tract is doing its its job, digesting food. Lightly numbed by shock, I am at peace. Meaning, I don't have to work any more in the publisher's in which all is turned into cheap marketing, and journalism became something frivolous to say the least, if not already totally undesirable. I was moreover the only who did not come from the marketing world to work at the magazine. Apart from Kangaroo Jack, however he is of those editors who are who know how many years must gruelling barkeeping that would reader become chief. They edit something that needs to be an entertaining magazine, but is, woefully, operated from a sense of humour (if he understands every tenth or twelfth joke that somebody tells, then with shallow caution in his voice he says: he was joking, but he does not laugh). Of those is who spends three days, with hand on brow, while all around him smoke of concentration, writing a text on some kind of bottled drinks. When one of his colleagues writes a certain text against the clock Kangaroo Jack arses about and howls that it is impossible. Now, if you are clever, for three days you play tetris and you say you are working on the text. Nobody saw the sense in such cheap arseholery.
I turn the corner of the building and not looking back with a light step I go for a beer. I deserved one, to the devil with drugs!
There is now just the impending tedious struggle with authorities around this agreed severance. Tedious since it is not worth one's dignity to have to haggle about his own material existence and around his own well-being like some second hand car dealer in Jakuševac. Tedious, therefore, because it is repulsive, and not because of any fear of uncertainty.
When you are a representative of the Elven Kingdom in that stable of slaves such fears are unknown to you. You know what you know. And you know that you only need to wait, because even when you are held under drugs so you will fit in an abnormal world you can be sure that you are on the right path.
When the Kingdom comes and the normal order, you will finally be at home. People will be people, beasts beasts, and pests will not be.
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