Still precious on the outside, plotting evilness on the inside.





























Typing of evilness, w#@k still marches on.  This ad made me wonder, although i'm obsessive about brushing and flossing has an unbeknownst to me halitosis stood in the way of my success?  A green vapour ceiling?



Lots of changes happening on the job.  The bigbellied middle-aged golf shirt clad cracker VPs from the home office came out for a visit.  Now its no secret these types will stop at nothing to protect their bazillion dollar bonus checks.   After the visit people are being shuffled, schedules are being changed, all at a moments notice.

We havent  been getting our 40 hours and they are bringing temps in who make about 60% of what i do.  Thankfully i've still been getting overtime from the other dept.   I've managed to get relocated to a whole new area where i think i will be safer from what may or may not happen next and still get my hours.

I'm also getting away from one cow$#ker in particular who is nice but f%$king annoying.  She cant stop asking me questions.  If i w$#k anywhere near her its nonstop questions about how to do her job or just things in general i have no way of knowing.  I dont mind helping someone out but especially in the middle of the night i dont want to carry anyone.  She needs to think for herself, i'm not the boss.

 A group of us all sit in the same corner of the breakroom.  Last week she watched me walk across the break room and sit at the end of the table where she was sitting.

I waited an instant for her to spring a stupid question and she didnt disappoint,  "Did you just get here?"   "No, i've been here all night under my cloak of invisibility!"  Christ!  Its ok not to say anything, how about just a friendly nod.  Actually there are three of them who ask the most inane questions.  Makes me nuts.

Another night she asked me what my T shirt said.  It was from the Animal Defense League.  So i told her it was a group of attorneys who w%$ked for free (didnt use the term pro bono,  i'm sure she knows Sonny died in that skiing accident, would have totally thrown her off) anyway being the asshole that i can be, i told her that the ADL was a group of attorneys who represented animals who got into trouble with the law robbing convenience stores and such.  She just said ok. 

Yes, i am an asshole, but i've never claimed to be a people person.  I dont think being human was my first choice ever.  Remember going through a rabbithood when i was little.  I would hop all over with a dishtowel tied around my head.

I was w%$king with a co-smart ass and we were bitching and making fun of stuff.  I told her it was cramps that  made me mean.  She said in her case it was because her teeth wouldnt stay in.  She wasnt lying either.  Trumped my reason.

Once again Homer sums it all up beautifully.

Homer: Come on, Marge, I want to shake off the dust of this one-horse town. I want to explore the world. I want to watch TV in a different time zone. I want to visit strange, exotic malls. I'm sick of eating hoagies. I want a grinder, a sub, a foot-long hero...I want to live, Marge! Won't you let me live? Won't you please?!



Do i dare to dream of clothes lines and drainage someday?

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