No, honey, I’m not funny today, but Tard Blog is.
Disclaimer: I hate the use of the word “tard.” I worked with people with disabilities for several years at a national organization that provides services for these wonderful people. I completely disagree with the use of the “tard” word, but as it is written by a special education teacher with sass, I have to look past it.
Link via the other Dawn.
I hate being at work when I feel this way. 🙂
Day is uneventful, thankfully. Demure’s got a crisis on her hands so vile that she had to interrupt Kumquat while he was on the phone with the Prez, so she’s been out of my path so that I can do some work.
I’ve been planning the next two issues of the Veggie Patch Gazette, like a good little girl, and now I’m planning my trip for our annual conference, happening on the West Coast in late March. So much to do, but it’s OK. I just fear that the powers-that-be will want unlimited input into my plans and my schedule, because it wouldn’t surprise me one bit.
I’m bringing Mac Guy into the office on Monday, as he is not able to meet the Veggie Patch Gazette Summit on Tuesday. My vantage point is that I want to dazzle these assholes with how much forethought I have put into the next couple of months, but I am sure it will end up like it always does — “Aren’t you cute. Now go away.” But I’ll jump off that bridge when I come to it.
I resolve to put in a standard 40-hour workweek next week. And the week after that. I am not paid enough to shoulder all of this aggravation. I will take this experience for what it is worth — as a resume builder — and only that. I told Demure I did this for myself, not for them. But I guess today, I have a newfound appreciation for what my predecessor shielded me from, although they admit to monitoring me even more closely because of him.
Had a dream last night that a new editor (not me) was named, and I dreamed that that person kept going home at 4:30 every afternoon, and I was left to sit here all night and undo the damage they’d done that day. I did not like how I felt when I awoke this morning, after that dream. Not one bit. Here’s to hoping it was only a dream. …
I realized last night that I have never received flowers from a man. I think the guy I was dating in college might’ve given me a rose here and there, but a man has never, ever sent a bundle or a bouquet of flowers my way just to show that he cared. I have never liked flowers, and I think this is the reason why — I never get any.
I realize that everyone I’ve dated, well, either one or both parties were in it to get laid. Now that I don’t care much about that (well, that’s a lie — I’m always looking for someone to ride up the Beltway!), I realize all the romantic gestures that I’ve never experienced. I don’t even know what else I’ve been missing out on — all I know is that I’ve never felt like I was anyone’s priority, like they felt like they had to try hard to capture my attention and to keep me around. How depressing. I deserve so much more than I’ve been getting. And I’m going to go buy some flowers for myself. Damn it.
I think Heather needs to go back on hiatus. These suck!
1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?
Wonder woman. I had the Wonder Woman Underoos, and I thought I was the greatest. I also had the bathing suit when I was five. Back then, I was invincible. I wish I still felt that way.
2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?
A sibling. I was an only child and therefore got all of the attention. I was always hoping for a new kid (preferably a brother) to come along and distract them so I could have time alone to do my writing. Everyone was always bothering me, asking what I was doing. Annoyed the shit out of me.
3. What’s the furthest from home you’ve been?
Not far enough.
4. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t yet?
How to love and be loved. Oh, god, it’s cheesy, but it’s the truth. I’d like to start funnelling my efforts into someone who would be around for awhile. I’ve had it with bad boys and playboys who are emotionally unavailable. I really have.
5. What are your plans for the weekend?
Three times in six weeks? I am sick of this question!!! Argh. At any rate, my plan for the weekend is to have a weekend. No thoughts of work, no work activities, nothin’. Anything else is up for grabs. 🙂