And I like Macaroni.
I could bitch and moan about a lot of things today, but I find it very difficult to work up the energy for even that. Britt's family is really going through a rough time right now and if there are any readers of mine left, please go leave her a few words of encouragement. I have met Britt and she is just a good person. In a crazy, "I will stab you with my fork", karaoke singing way.
And.... I just found out last night that an old customer of mine died over the weekend. From a motorcycle accident. He was a really great guy, someone you just click with right away and he had a family that included grandchildren.
Damn it all to hell.
Guys, I am really hanging on by a thread here. My iChat status is usually set to "please make the voices in my head stop screaming" and I am working about 70-75 hours every week. The rest of my life is suffering, but it is one of those catch 22 things. I get the dream job, but at what cost?
I miss you all. I really do. Even my blog buddies that I e-mail every so often don't get e-mails from me. I haven't talked to my sisters in weeks and I am just now getting over bronchitis. What free time I do have is spent with the kids...
I think I am going to switch from drinking rum and wine every once in a while to just adding whiskey into my morning coffee.
So I guess I am bitching and moaning. Fuck it.
And for old times sake, this is how I feel about the person who fucked up my position before me:
Stupid cocksucking, tittytwisting, Milwaukee's Best drinking, beer gut having, shitlicking, shrimping cum stain. I hope that you are happy. You have pissed off a really great group of people by being a complete douchebag and they all think you are one of Satan's minions. While we have never met, the stories are incredulous. If they are even a fraction true... well, I feel sorry for you.
But I still want to hockey punch you.
Fucker
ADW
14 comments:
so what is so dreamy about this dream job?
70 hours seems pretty steep for just starting. is there near term end to the madness?
Fatwonkkid - Yes. October 1st.
You know if you need a break from it all my door is always open and an endless supply of alcohol will be flowing :)
You can hockey punch me if you want. I like the rough stuff.
Ooh, a shrimping cum stain.
You paint such pretty pictures with your words.
Mim - Yay! I love the NC.
Fabby Baby - I'll do more than hockey punch you.
Avi - I liken my diatribes to poetic diarrhea. Smooth with a burning finish.
That's a very apt description.
God I miss your diatribes. Especially the ones with the burning finish. Reminds me of the day after eating really hot chilli
A verbal crotch punch! I miss those!
Ah that last paragraph. The profanity envolopes around me like a warm blanket! ha ha
I've missed learning new words from you...
Hang in there, it'll all fall into place & you'll realize it WAS, truly, all worth it.
((hugs))
Macaroni is not the name referenced in my latest post
ADW glad to see you are back. I was gone for a bit too and am trying to get back on track. Use us and abuse us that's what we are hear for. We want you to bitch, piss and moan about your day and we'll still love you when the screaming is done.
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