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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.
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.
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
5:55 PM
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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!
Fired = 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.
Perhaps 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.
I 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!
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