sometimes daily musings on writing..

It might sound like a mystery word from the lesser known country of Mofrika. Alas, there is no country (to my knowledge) named Mofrika. It's just a word I've made up, due to circumstances beyond my control.

A little background on the word "Mofrika":

The high-stress/politically correct environment in which I work poses quite the conundrum. A high stress level makes me, well, stressed. Just like it does just about everyone. I don't mind deadlines and rules and procedures; don't get me wrong. I work pretty well under pressure. As a matter of fact, I require a certain degree of pressure in order to motivate my carcass. The previously-mentioned environment, however, is not your "normal" environment. I am sometimes afflicted with an almost Tourette's-like condition, whereupon I want to curse, flail my appendages, and curse some more. I'd like to stick out my tongue and wag my head back and forth until my earlobes are all slobbery; in my mind, this could actually help calm me down.

HOWEVER...

Our workplace is very, very PC...which I appreciate, don't get me wrong on that point, either. We are safe from pervs and racists and supposedly those that might threaten and/or intimidate us. We're also closely monitored by lots of little brown-nosed faeries flitting about, waiting for someone to commit a haneous crime such as remarking about the color of one's hair, the style of one's holiday (OH, NO! Not the dreaded non-PC holiday!) socks, or that their chair might be just a touch uncomfortable. Uncomfortable chair = company doesn't supply adequate equipment = I love to complain about my company = I am spreading slander and gossip about my company = I wish to drive business far, far away from my company = I am trying to close us down. Get it? It's a very logical progression.

We cannot talk above a whisper as it may "disturb" someone. Have you ever worked in a room with twelve other people and the only noise is six of them feverishly whispering? That's disturbing. And creepy.

We cannot make too many trips to the restroom. How many are too many? Three? Six? Eighteen? Who's taking notes? Well, they are, but they don't think we know that they are.

We have high stress, but we can't curse. We can't complain, can't sigh, can't storm out, and we can't waggle our heads back and forth with our tongues hanging out.

So, I made up a word that I can't get in trouble for, as long as I don't yell, scream, or say it above a whisper...MOFRIKA!

It can be used as a happy exclamation: "MOFRIKA! It's lunch time!"
It can be used as a noun: "Hey, Mofrika, get out of my cubicle!"
It can be used as a curse word: "Mofrika! I just banged my knee!"
It can be used as an adjective: "You are too mofrikan loud!"
It can be used as a plural noun: "These Mofrikas are stressing me out!"
It can be used as a verb: "I mofrika'd down those stairs to the parking lot like I was on fire."

Or, to replace any word you'd like not to say in the work environment: "I'm on my mofrika."

Or: "I need to go to the mofrika to check my mofrika. I'll be right mofrikan back."

Which reminds me of the best part about the word...

There is no limit as to how many ways or times you can use it in a sentence:

"I SO didn't mofrikan want to come up in this mofrika today that I laid in my mofrikan bed until six mofrikan thirty, Mofrika."

Use it. Use it wisely, frequently, and with a smile on your mofrikan face.

As everyone knows, it's Monday. As everyone in Georgia knows, it's going to be in the upper '90s today. What NO ONE apparently knows is WHEN THE HELL THE A/C IS GOING TO BE FIXED AT THIS STUPID OFFICE.

Seriously. What the hell?

Okay. I should have never said anything about work. That previous post? In the words of Willy Wonka, "Scratch that. Reverse it."

NOT a good day, and that is all I am going to say.

On a much lighter note...

Here's a pic from February; it's the view from a cabin we rented in Dahlonega:



Enjoy your weekend. I am definitely going to enjoy mine.