Gizzards, Scrapple, and Tripe Hello, kids! Okay, I had promised to finish the Thursday Thirteen but I didn�t, obviously . . . My Friday became very grim and work managed to actually take over my life, as opposed to just threatening it. Add in the fact that I haven�t been paid for six weeks and then perhaps you can guess why I haven�t felt like writing jolly entries. Also add in the fact that D, my �supervisor� who has about as much management skill as an especially lazy drone bee, told me I needed to chase down my own paychecks and the paychecks of the whole department as opposed to her doing her own damned job, meanwhile getting on my case about one call that was missed due to the fact I was doing what she told me to do, and then getting all hoopty because I, who was pissed off at not getting the answers I wanted regarding my six weeks back pay, called the cell phone of the CFO. So now, D has �taken it upon herself� to locate my back pay. So I don�t call people who could get her in trouble. Yes, people, do what you ostensibly get paid to do and I won�t get you in trouble. So, the spare time I had Friday was spent writing a fanfiction story involving the Cowboy Bebop characters and four digitally-enhanced dogs that called each other �fuckers� in every other sentence. Lame? Perhaps. Have you read any anime� fanfiction, though? Many of them are written by these kids who have already given themselves carpal tunnel through texting and who don�t know where a friggin� apostrophe goes, for crying out loud. Oh, and don�t know how to write a real porno scene. Truthfully, though, dirty talk was never one of my strong points, but at least I know my basic grammar. So�s I�m gonna take my toxic behind outta here and purge it of bad chi by writing about 4 foul-mouthed dogs.
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