Caterwauling

I always say Karma pulls on the shit-stompers in due time, and I have one of those stories that will warm our hearts of that actually happening.

There was some miserable whore who got my friend’s husband fired from a job in her company. Gossipy wretch of a woman who no doubt didn’t want anyone else to succeed. He got the boot because the bitch’s seniority might have counted for something, and the family was left in dire straits for awhile.

But then my friend gets a call recently from the wench (did I mention they used to be friends? I stress USED to be) and she was all hysterical because after all her years with the company, she just got FIRED.

HAH!

I don’t understand how “people” (I use the word loosely) who do their damndest to screw others over can have the audacity to call them for a shoulder to cry on when clearly they lost the privilege for a reason — do they think people don’t KNOW about their dastardly deeds?

Did she think she was going to get sympathy? I mean, really. Doesn’t she know that while no one would ever *wish* misfortune on her directly, she certainly won’t get any tears cried over her predicament by anyone but herself?

That’s the thing — you can’t even be happy at someone’s misfortune, no matter how much they might deserve it. If you just don’t care, however, that’s the best reaction of all.

Yeah, I know, I hate snow. But shit, if the fluffy white crap is going to disrupt my world, can’t we just get 10 feet of it? I already know it would take a nuclear bomb going off in D.C. (if that!) to impede a workday, but I’m fine with working from home just so long as I don’t have to take my happy ass out in the cold. I wish we could just wear jeans already — my skirts and dress pants just aren’t made for warmth, and I can’t wear wool suits (allergic to the fabric).

In any event, I’m disappointed that the federal government is open today, because that means we all have to go in as scheduled. Bah.

It’s funny, I remember not having a car and having to take two buses to work, and I was always in miniskirts, tights and fashion (i.e., not snow) boots. (So, I fell on my ass A LOT.) And much as it sucked to go earn $4 an hour for all that aggravation, it never really bothered me to freeze my hoo-ha off. And now, waaah, I have to drive 15 whole miles in a warm car — boo hoo! From one shoveled walkway to another, I might add. Luxurious in comparison to 10 years ago, and yet, I whine more now.

Incidentally, I decided which apartment I’m going to go with. I’m picking the one that lets me keep one toe inside D.C. proper — there’s something about having “Washington, D.C. 200**” on your mailing address that feels right, and the thought of transferring my car registration to another state is enough to make me fall ill, so it makes the most sense. And a snow day would have been a lovely reason to start packing for this next adventure!