Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Workplace Blues
I hate Mondays. And Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays -- because those are the days I'm at work. The sad thing is, that's the majority of my week. I need a new job. Now! Somebody offer me a dream opportunity and hire me. Or adopt me. Just get me out of there. Now! I really, really don't want to strangle Skank Girl and end up in jail. She ain't worth it.
Okay, I vented. I don't feel any better, but I vented. And now I'll just slink on off.
Happy Tuesday!
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4 comments:
I would adopt you Sherry....
But that would be so...so, 'Southern'!
Why, Galen? Yankees don't adopt?:-)
Just remember, Sherry: Skank Girl does have something you don't.
Crotch crickets.
;)
She got a LOT of things I don't have, Skunk, but the crotch crickets may be the one I'm most grateful to be lacking.:-)
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