Caterwauling

This arrives to me from Shan with a caption, “Picture’s worth 1,000 words … I’ve trained her well!”

No arguments here. 🙂

Well, it’s just one way.

There is this person running for president of our organization, and she’s a real treat. She’s all about reducing what little power I have (and threatened the CEO, “This discussion isn’t over,” when he tried to support me). This woman also wants me to print the paper in Spanish, too. Because, you know, money grows on trees.

So I told my boss today, “If (bitch on rag) gets elected president, you will have my resignation.” My boss almost fainted — I may not be her favorite employee, but she knows she can count on me.

I did take it back, somewhat, to say that I do still have cats to feed, so I will just accept it but not be happy about it. But the look of horror on her face showed me, for perhaps the first time, that I am a valued employee. Heh. If that’s what it takes. …

1. Using one adjective, describe your current living space.

Ideal. It’s mine, mine, mine!!!!

2. Using two adjectives, describe your current employer.

I need words that have a myriad of definitions. “Special” comes to mind. And so does “challenging.” You pick out which line in Webster’s should apply. 🙂

3. Using three adjectives, describe your favorite hobby/pasttime.

Throbbing, pulsating and sticky. And by that, I mean masturbation.

4. Using four adjectives, describe your typical day.

I suppose “competing in special olympics” doesn’t fit the bill for four adjectives, does it now? I have to say, my typical day runs the gamut between fulfilling, frustrating, confounding and pleasing. And usually, in that order. 🙂

5. Using five adjectives, describe your ideal life.

My ideal life would alternate between being lascivious, concupiscent, tranquil, requited and salacious.

Eight days till payday, and I’m broke. Perfect time to receive a $6,200 bill for my recent hospital stay. *sigh* Crappy insurance plan — even crack whores can get low-income health insurance that covers more than this. Fucking HMOs.

We were paroled early yesterday from work, as the power went out around 11 a.m. (of course, we didn’t get out till after 1 p.m., when a committee of the elder statesmen determined that, even if the power came on, it would probably go right back off. Blame it on the winds that were strong enough to carry Dorothy and Toto into Kansas. 🙂

This month, I’ve officially lost five working days. There were two days last week when we lacked Internet service (and I rely heavily upon e-mail), then we had the furlough day and Veteran’s day earlier this week. Then yesterday was a complete wash. I had power, for the most part, at home, but I can’t access the files on our work server from here, so I came home, got in my jammies and got a movie from On Demand.

So, I will work like a madwoman today. Hurrah. My editorial deadline is Tuesday, and my budget is due on the same day. Guess who has to work this weekend. *sigh* Why can’t the cats go out and make a living to support their mother?