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Frankie gets his stitches out today.  I thought maybe a more sensitive cat had emerged after his near brush with death but last night he resumed smacking my  old dog around.   Things are back to normal around here.












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posted by: rustymadgal at 03/31/06 05:51 | link | comments (2) |

Even being driverless after Rustys retirement, jeffy gordon is still ruining my life.

The whiner was just fined $10 grand (which is nothing to him, thats probably his weekly kleenex budget for all his crying)  for shoving Matt Kenseth after Sundays race. 

Being a class act, Matt was coming over to apologize to jeffy for hitting his car.  jeffy had also hit another drivers car during the race but that was "just racing."  jeffy shoved Matt in the middle of a crowd knowing the fight would be stopped before he got the crap kicked out of him.

As fate would have it looks like gordo could may finally be able to get that weenie hes been lacking.

posted by: rustymadgal at 03/30/06 05:42 | link | comments (5) |

Now i feel like a bitch.  I did go in and give my notice.  My boss said i could stay as long as i wanted he wasnt throwing me out.   He was so nice, but then he always has been.  He said he would quit too if he could.  I felt so much better today inside just knowing i am leaving soon.   So we havent set a date but i am going to find something else asap.
 
My coworkers are a collective pain in the ass but they are not an evil minded bunch.  Feel guilty about blogging about them, but if i cant vent here where can i?

 My grandparents raised me my first few years and i was only around adults.  So when the neighbors had a little girl visiting they brought her over to play.  I slapped her and told her to go home.   Somedays that inner pissy redheaded three year old still comes through.

Nice comments on my earlier post today.  A little blog therapy and the love of a good kitty, it doesnt get much better.   If only there were a way to peddle my assholeness.  Roomie says the same thing.  He gets the raw uncensored two drink minimum version of all my stories.

Also, issuing me an invitation is like saying Beetlejuice three times.  More than one person has woken up to a cheesy economy car (with a fake spoiler) full of furry bastards in their driveway.  Just dont send your address.  My lifetime moving stats are in the dozens.

posted by: rustymadgal at 03/29/06 16:41 | link | comments (1) |

Heres hoping lottery day is extra lucky, i'm giving notice at my job this morning.  Roomie thinks i should have another one lined up first.  My thinking is if my present chain gang is the last job that will ever hire me i'm screwed anyway.  Something will turn up.  My lifetime job count must be over 110 by now.

I never lose that "high" from being a quitter.  Quitting is good,  w%$k bad, one week paid vacations and no raises until the end of time bad.   Never having any laughs bad.  Feeling like my neck arteries are going to pop bad.

One of the hardest things is finding someone i really enjoy working for.  Maybe i should put an ad in the paper for an employer.  Must be intelligent, have sense of humor and buy donuts.  Current people are health freaks and only eat organically, never buy us goodies.  That should have been a warning sign.

Most of my former bosses have figured out the quickest way to my heart is through my stomach.  I still see a now retired couple i used to w*&K for years ago and they still give me bags of candy.   Obviously they were my favorite employers ever.

posted by: rustymadgal at 03/29/06 05:02 | link | comments (4) |

Unless this strange dream is a clue about my next career i have no idea where in the hell it came from but its really stuck in my head.  It was so real like watching a movie, a combo of James Bond meets Syriana, which i still dont even understand.

I was a spy in Dubai with another spy, a man in a tux.  We were at a cocktail party on the top floor of a hotel in one of those lounges you need a key in the elevator to reach.  I was concentrating on not blowing my cover. Next thing we were in this ultramodern stainless steel elevator and i was reading some spy stuff on this little piece of paper but covering it so the security camera couldnt read it.  Wish i could remember what that paper had written on it.

Next scene i'm in a hotel room getting ready to leave.  Whoopie Goldberg is in the bathroom, she is also a spy.  The maid comes in to the room without knocking to leave some extra towels.  Whoopie thinks we are under attack and comes leaping out throwing a karate kick at the maid.  I stop her just in time.

Next getting ready to leave my hotel to walk across the desert to this hotel i see on the horizon for some spy business.


This is a real hotel in Dubai and it looked just like this in my dream except there was sand instead of water.  i only know of its existence because of watching the Travel Channel and its not on my list of places i hope to go someday.

I'm putting on this white sweater for my trek all the time thinking how hot its going to be but at night it will get cold.  Its all i had packed.  I read the sweaters care label and get mad, its 100% acrylic.  i hate acrylic, usually wear cotton.  After this part i woke up.

posted by: rustymadgal at 03/28/06 05:50 | link | comments (7) |

Monday morning and soon i will be at w%#k  feeling like my heads going to splode.  The coworker who said Burger King was too stressful is going to quit.  I suggested she try Taco Bell, there wouldnt be the "Do you want fries with that?" question haunting her with every customer.   Her man wants her to be a bank teller but there is no way that would happen unless Jerry Springer opens a branch. 

They hired some guy to replace her but he never came back after his first day.   I knew he wouldnt, Chatty Cathy was in his face for hours nonstop blathering away about customer service.   She also has a new checklist of  "duties"  up for her department (which should be 2 other employees if they would stop quitting, shes burned thru 7 in less than a year now).

I like my boss but he started me at a ridiculously low wage.  He did give me enough raises to make it bearable during my first year.  However my job has increased tenfold and i'm now  way underpaid.  I was thinking a raise may be coming but was talking to a coworker who has been there five years and she is only making 20 bucks more a week than i am.  Paid vacation is never more than one week either.  Actually I might go try Taco Bell myself. 

A friend just scored a great job (laid back, can wear shorts, decent pay and some excellent benies).
OMG, did i just use great and job in the same sentence?  Didnt really mean it.  A tolerable job.  Anyway that place may have another opening soon and I would be happy there for a while at least. 

She gave me another lead on an entry level office job that i just faxed.  It wouldnt be bad but i've only worked in that type of scenario once before.   Already feel my air supply cutting off.  Artificial lighting, stale air, motivational posters,  employee handbooks, an evil HR person and Post-IT memos.   Most of those places are  female dominated which means a lot of snacks and goodies but also a lot of gossip, backstabbing and general nosiness.   Men arent perfect but my worst coworker experiences have been with women.   Hurry up lottery!


 

posted by: rustymadgal at 03/27/06 04:51 | link | comments (4) |