Caterwauling

Only my old friend Kristin would understand what I’m saying with that phrase, but suffice it to say that it used to induce giggles and clinking of beer bottles. 🙂

Just finished some editing. Have to write a story tomorrow and edit last-minute submissions. One of my mega-documents is pending approval — it took two fucking days to edit that 42-page monstrosity (I didn’t write it, and it sucks mightily because of it).

Met my upstairs neighbor last night. The cats howled till I came in the house and fed their fat asses. She asked if I’d want to go to church with her sometime. I politely declined, so then she invited me to a candle party the night before my housewarming. I debated inviting her to mine but decided against it, but I will go to the candle soiree. Like I need more fucking crap around this house! 🙂

Well, I’ve smoked my last cigarette and am going to finish my last cocktail (oh, yeah — I need to drink/smoke when I edit! The stories usually turn out better, I think, when I’m loaded). Too bad I have to go to bed when my energy and concentration is at its highest.

Sweet dreams, y’all!

Bill gives us his thoughts on Boss’s Day. Catch the sequel, too!

I skipped a meeting with my boss today — that was celebration a la Dawn!

I had a two-hour conversation with a convicted child molestor, an hour-long conversation with a lady visiting my office from South Africa, and a whole buncha coffee and caramel corn while I edited submissions of varying coherence from people who want to run for elected office in my agency. I’m going to chase it all down with a Diet Dr. Pepper and a handful of semi-sweet morsels and try to cram four days’ worth of work into the next day and a half. Not to mention that my ass was here till 8:30 last night and will be there at least that late tonight.

Upper McManagement just snuck another furlough day into the schedule in November . Of the three furloughs we’ve had so far, I’ve worked during two of them. And the next one should be no exception. Y’know, I was on board with it when they were supposed to be the occasional half-days, but now they’ve become monthly full-days — and the paycheck it impacts is the one that rent comes out of.

I was gonna offer up some MP3s that are getting me through the day, but both Blogger and my web host are being menstrual (as am I), so fuck it. Another day. 🙂