Evil Eye

It's a simple request: suffer as much or more than I do. Don't tell me you're having a good day. Don't tell me to cheer up. I don't want to be happy today - I want you to be miserable.

I was not paid for 2 hours of work this month AND the office lady who is supposed to buy kitchen stuff had the nerve to say I didn't tell her to order more hot chocolate weeks ago. What kind of crap is that? This is me we're talking about. That hot chocolate box wasn't empty 5 minutes and I was in her office with the news. Lunatics. I work with lunatics.

However, Michele is brilliant. Misabelchela for a baby name? It made me laugh. I enjoyed the laugh. And because of her brilliance, I've fixed the settings and you should all be able to post comments. If you irritate me, though, I will block you all and you can suffer my rantings in silence, festering inside until your ass twitches!

Starting Out Random

I make no promises.
I doubt highly I will keep this blog up-to-date.
I certainly won't write anything fascinating.
And if you think this constitutes keeping in touch, I'll take advantage of you.

Outside my window: snow; cold, bored couples taking pictures; police on ATVs?
On my walk to/from work: buses sliding to and fro; car driving the wrong way down a one way street; people huddled around bus stops looking, always looking, up the block.
#of people at work when I arrived: 0
# of people at work when I left: 0



Baby Update: Midwife says I'm healthy and the baby is in a good position with a good heartbeat.
John Update: No fish caught last weekend but it was beautiful out and they saw lots of wildlife; online gaming very much like that South Park episode (except for the gross parts - well, most of them); working long, hard hours and hating rollers.