I didn't call in dead. But I did walk into the building and stopped in my tracks, pausing to sniff a bit. What IS that smell? It got stronger as I approached my desk and it smacked me.... ooo that's the smell of a firing! I looked around a little, and I was the only one living in the cloud of the scent. Thought.... daaaaaaaamn and decided not to get too comfortable. Not to say my coat didnt come off, I entertained the idea of making her call someone to physically remove me, then I remembered - oh right - I hate this fucking place. Fire me! Promptly! /raises a hand in frantic "I have to use the bathroom" energetic fashion.
I don't really want to be fired. New job sounds like a chore and I'm pretty lazy. Bosslady hasn't spoken to me in two days except to gasp, and point out that one file in a drawer of 250 files wasn't in ABC order. I simply blinked, instead of being a smart ass and saying I'd hire Elmo to help me with the problem.
I'm down to one present left in the present box and I frankly think.... why wait NOW? I've already torn and chewed my way into all of them with a rabid happiness. I have been tardy to list what I've opened. I will. I promise. I can say I opened a packet of carrot seeds. I guess because I look all garden-y-like.
I did stare at those for a minute and had a crazed Jetson like fantasy that if I put a seed in my mouth it would turn into a carrot meal. That passed and I frowned at them for not being Jetson carrots.
The amount of shit I HAVE opened though is stunning. Impressive in fact and no you may not have any of it. You can ask and offer a barter through. Everything is for sale on this planet man. Until later.
-DM
-ps I still ache and hurt but I'm rather resigned to it. My mom called to make sure I wasn't dead (two weeks later) and I assured her that I was. Also, please do watch the videos I post.... massively classic. This is a huge fav of my mothers, but that's not why I post it. I just like it and have been a whiney bitch for a while. I encourage you all to blast the song and get your dance on.
If only my headphones work! Lemon broke my second pair and so I've been resigned to being on the puter for over a week without sound! It sucks! =D Maybe I can convince Santa Hubby to get me some for Christmas...seeing as tho he did steal my speakers!
ReplyDeleteFired = Unemployment = paid to not have to work. Only 60% of your pay but at least it is something. Don't quit...make her fire you.
ReplyDeletePerhaps boss lady is just going through a phase. I do hope things improve for you. I go through detest-my-boss stages, but they seem to pass.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this song! I see that this is from an old show called Where the Action Is. Paul Revere (and the Raiders) wrote the theme and just seeing it makes me think of such a great tryst I had in my much younger days. Thanks for the memories!