Caterwauling

I just essentially threw Demure out of my office. I swear, she sounds like Charlie Brown’s teacher, and I wanted to kill her at that moment.

It was the second time I had lost my patience with her. And this time, it wasn’t really her fault, but she came to me with a command from King Kumquat that annoyed me. I had assigned one of my editors to do a brief story on something that Kumquat had wanted to see covered, only for him to today insist that I must be the one to cover not only that story, but about four accompanying stories. Damn him. Deadline is next week, for Christ’s sake. I farmed out the story because I have enough to do, but it’s back with a vengeance. Fuck it.

I realized that I have officially succumbed to the utter laziness of my workplace with that. Honestly, I never back down from more work, because hey, what else do I have to do? But I was just pissed that my functional, effective solution was thrown out the window and back onto my plate.

Mouth Almighty and I are on the outs. She keeps trying to talk to me (just saying hello, nothing major) and I keep pretending I didn’t even see or hear her. It just escalated in the hallway a few minutes ago, when we almost ran into each other. She said “Hello Dawn” very poinedly, and I just put on a tight-lipped smile and kept going. She said again, “HELL-O DAWN” and I snapped back, “How are you?” in a tone that showed that I did not want a response. She kept walking her way, and I kept walking mine.

She and Shan have had similar interactions. Bitch needs to stay the fuck out of our way, because she will be run over and she will be destroyed.

Town Crier is no better. She has been monitoring conversations between Shan and Deb and reporting every last detail back to Mouth Almighty. It’s so comical, that our lives concern the two of them so damn much. Just goes to show that they obviously don’t have enough work to do.

When I left work yesterday around 6:40 p.m., I passed no fewer than 10 police cars. Having been pulled over one block from here, I was glad that my car’s stickers and taxes are up-to-date. But I wasn’t pulled over. In fact, other than a cop on foot looking in my window at an intersection, none of them batted an eye at me.

Turns out that an escaped prisoner had invaded my area. Shan notified me when I got home that, through the special connections her fiancee has, he learned that the convict was in one of two apartment/condo complex buildings in our area — either hers or G3’s. I was dumbstruck that the cops had narrowed it down to two buildings where I actually knew people. I was just hoping that nobody would get hurt (even though G3 would be one less prick to disappoint women with!).

In the end, the guy was found in a tree on my street last night. Heh. It’s comical, that he escaped prison and got chased up a tree like a scared little pussy. But now, the entertainment is over, and alas, I guess I must actually start doing some work! (But why?) LOL

Tiff brought this “A Flight Risk” blog to my attention yesterday. It’s supposedly a true tale of a young woman who has fled from her oppressive family and is writing from undisclosed locations about her childhood.

Tiff and I think it reads too much like a novel for it to possibly be true. It’s a good story, don’t get us wrong, but it seems more like it was written by a verbose screenwriter than a girl named “Isabella” who is finding her freedom and giving us up-to-the-minute details of her time on the run. I figure, if she’s so technically inclined, wouldn’t someone in her family know how to rev up the Internet and find her, especially with the buzz this blog is creating? At any rate, our problem with it is that people from all over the world are really caring and praying for this girl, and all we can say is that they will be really pissed if/when they find out that they’ve been falling for yet another Internet hoax so that some asshole can write a book about the emotions s/he manipulated in his or her readers.

1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not?

Not in the traditional manager’s sense. I don’t have everything in logical places, at any given time, but I do know that my hairbrush is under the bed right now and that my favorite spiral notebook for work is under my home computer’s keyboard. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I have all kinds of little storage units where everything (screws, nails, sewing materials, batteries, jewelry) are organized by compartment, so I am in fact anal about some things!

2. Do you keep some type of planner, organizer, calendar, etc. with you, and do you use it regularly?

I have a Day Runner. I look at it twice a year. I’m very good at memorizing dates, so it’s usually an extra, wasted step for me to write stuff down.

3. Would you say that your desk is organized right now?

According to my definition of organized, yes. It’s a huge desk, and everything is within arm’s reach, even if half of my paperwork is leaning against my G4 tower or sitting under my coffee cup.

4. Do you alphabetize CDs, books, and DVDs, or does it not matter?

I alphabetize CDs, for the most part — I have so many that it’s helpful to scan for the general area of the alphabet I want. Books are arranged by size, type, color and author.

5. What’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to organize?

My thoughts, especially when I need to confront somebody about something. I have no problem with confrontation, but I oftentimes bite my tongue to keep the peace, but all the while, I’m boiling over, imagining the nasty things I want to say and tempering them with the nice things I know I have to say. But sometimes, I bite my tongue till it bleeds, and that’s when it’s time to open my mouth and let it all hang out.