Back in the Soup
Happy Monday! (not really)
It's good to be back on the job (such a joker am I)
The weekend was faboo! (I'm lying here...I must be Ms. Isuzu ~ obscure advert joke from 80's Pop culture)
Saturday blew and sucked simultaneously, which is, in and of itself, a miraculous feat, if it weren't so damned pathetic. Work from 8 am until I couldn't take it anymore (6:30 pm). I'm supposed to work 12 hours, but have the option to get the hell out if it slows down to a crawl (ergo: the morons run out of things to call after hours about or we've run out of morons to call us...I think it's the former because the world will never never NEVER have a shortage of fucking morons.
Yes, I'm honing my misanthropy and my rage this morning...
Lew came over Saturday night. He's deeply worried and bummed about the living arrangement situation. Pondering over what few options he has. If at least one of us was even moderately wealthy, there would be no problem, really. But since we're both dirt poor, the situation is currently rather grim. DAMN, why can't things ever be easy?
We did go look at the place across from Steph's house. It's really nice, but Lew is concerned about it being so far away from everything. It may not work for him to move the daughter and grandcutie there without the rent being relatively low.
The boss just came up for her morning discourse. I sent her packing. She always wants a detailed report of how things are going 10 fucking minutes after I sit down at my desk. Listen, you poor excuse for a manager and human being, you disgrace to the Female Tribe, you subhuman joke ~~ I have no idea 'how we lookin' at the moment. I'm not even AWAKE. Talk to the hand 'cos the face don't wanna hear it... On second thought, don't even talk to my hand as it's too tempted to bitch slap you back into your office.
I love my job (another statement from Ms. Isuzu).
I still wish that I could just pack up, give this state the finger and drive away into the sunset. It may still happen...perhaps sooner than I would think.
It's good to be back on the job (such a joker am I)
The weekend was faboo! (I'm lying here...I must be Ms. Isuzu ~ obscure advert joke from 80's Pop culture)
Saturday blew and sucked simultaneously, which is, in and of itself, a miraculous feat, if it weren't so damned pathetic. Work from 8 am until I couldn't take it anymore (6:30 pm). I'm supposed to work 12 hours, but have the option to get the hell out if it slows down to a crawl (ergo: the morons run out of things to call after hours about or we've run out of morons to call us...I think it's the former because the world will never never NEVER have a shortage of fucking morons.
Yes, I'm honing my misanthropy and my rage this morning...
Lew came over Saturday night. He's deeply worried and bummed about the living arrangement situation. Pondering over what few options he has. If at least one of us was even moderately wealthy, there would be no problem, really. But since we're both dirt poor, the situation is currently rather grim. DAMN, why can't things ever be easy?
We did go look at the place across from Steph's house. It's really nice, but Lew is concerned about it being so far away from everything. It may not work for him to move the daughter and grandcutie there without the rent being relatively low.
The boss just came up for her morning discourse. I sent her packing. She always wants a detailed report of how things are going 10 fucking minutes after I sit down at my desk. Listen, you poor excuse for a manager and human being, you disgrace to the Female Tribe, you subhuman joke ~~ I have no idea 'how we lookin' at the moment. I'm not even AWAKE. Talk to the hand 'cos the face don't wanna hear it... On second thought, don't even talk to my hand as it's too tempted to bitch slap you back into your office.
I love my job (another statement from Ms. Isuzu).
I still wish that I could just pack up, give this state the finger and drive away into the sunset. It may still happen...perhaps sooner than I would think.