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To all the thoughts I've thunk before . . . |
03.12.07 |
How about something new and different? I don't want to look at that long, distressing thing anymore. I don't want it to be me, at least for tonight.
Went for beers with my bud from work. I call her ho or hussy, or blazen hussy sometimes for short. She calls me B and IMs with me all day, cracking jokes. Wnen we walk past each other in the halls or offices, we say hello by flipping each other the bird. It's endearing, really, because I've never had a work bud so, well, like me. Exhilerating, really. People see us together and run very fast in the opposite direction. They think we're crazy.
So after our beer we decided to go pick up the kiddos and head to dinner. Mmm, Elliott Bay Brewery. I had the Bavarian Hefeweizen, but quickly decided it tasted JUST like sugary bile vomit. So I promptly traded with Brazen Hussy. Her's was the much preferred Luna Weizen.
She's moving away to Colorado this summer. Her mom's got the Alzheimers and dad can't do it by himself anymore. Le sigh. I don't want my Brazen Hussy to go away.
And I'm angry at Mr. T's family because they promised to come and get his stuff this past weekend and didn't. I'm guessing they do not realize who they are dealing with (much less care).
The Detective called me at work today because he forgot previously to have me fill out a medical release from the ER to use my vaginal swabs or whatall in court. Who fucking knows what. My advocate hasn't called me back at all, even though I've emailed her with questions twice since Friday. And apparently, according to the detective, if Mr. T wants to be a real ass, he can refuse to change his residence, whereby causing me to go through painful bouts of evicting him. Shitfuckdamn. My mortgage broker was supposed to call today with some numbers, but i called him after work and he was dead. Well, not literally, but I did actually feel a portion of his lung blow out through the receiver of the phone when he coughed.
Anyways, Hussy shared with me the very oh so hush hush secret that Princess, our mutual nemesis at work who was given the newly created job all three of us coveted where the company is focusing it's future growth, is floundering in the position so much that she has the VP/GM and Director talking about what to do with her. Here's an idea, give me her job! But Hussy says the position I'm in now has ALWAYS been since the dawn of time the power position, cuz the buck stops with me. I'm the last contact before our products goes out the door, and I'm the one who catches all the mistakes. So the person who had the position before me was the Big Shoes, and I'm having to fill them up now that she's gone. Which I am now doing very nicely, thank you. I'm respected well-liked and people come to me for guidance and advice, or a laugh and a joke and commisseration when things suck. And I'm so bored I could literally die any day now.
Anyways, so I want Princess's job. But Hussy is leaving the company and they want to work something out with her to get her to stay. And there's Middle Manager In Training who's a favorite player as well. He's so far up the boss's butt he's waving at the rest of us through her tonsils. But it's all politics. Maybe I will get it, if it becomes available, and maybe I won't. Right now, I'm just freaked at how Mr. T's defense attorney will characterize me if, or when, I have to swear before God and all his family that I'm telling the truth.
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