I am blahed out. Go read Jeni’s post and then come back.

That’s me.

Sweety has asked me what do I like anymore. What am I excited about? There isn’t anything. I just want to be left alone in the dark.

I feel like I don’t have any right to grouch about anything because so many people have it worse. Despite how much I loooooooathe my job at least I have it.

The contest at work? My team won. We were in the lead up until the second to last day. All month long, I did not boast about it or give the other team captain a hard time. But ohmyfuckingword, the one day that her team was in the lead? Crow, fucking crow. I really didn’t give a damn if my team won or not. She was so sure that her team had won and when it was announced that they did not the whining started. (I decided to give my team all a gift certificate to the cafe at work for their prize. I think I’m going to crank out the prize that Sweety suggested of wings and beer for this month’s prize. Because it was decided we’d have the same fucking contest again this month. Yee-haw.) Her team had to take more phone calls…surely the numbers hadn’t been calculated properly….blahblahblah.

She’d made little comments about how I “bribed” my team with candy and a prize. So. The. Fuck. What? Everytime one of her people sold a doohickey she’d do this squealing congratulations. Not me. I told my people to just please sell and I’d do something nice for them if we won. But that I wasn’t going to pat their backs all the time because I can’t multitask like that. I have to pay attention to the customer on my phone when I’m working.

We were in a meeting yesterday and she was taking it upon herself to try and volunteer me to our supervisor for various things. It took all I had to not tell her to shut the fuck up. That would probably get me canned. Her voice makes me want to stab my eardrums out. I want to punch her in the head. Sweety said that he will pay once to bail me out of jail as long as it isn’t a felony charge because those cost too much. I’m thinking about it.

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I went to the doctor two weeks ago and discovered that my new blood pressure medication was the source of my constant cough. Seems I’m allergic to it. Lovely. Been advised it might take a month or so forever to go away. And my cholesterol level is too high so there is now a list of foods that I am to never eat again. Basically anything meaty and tasty. Except chicken. Yard rats. Yum. Double lovely!

Other than that, all is well.

People, if I do NOT get written up at work tomorrow – I swear I’ll be a model worker ant. Yesterday my supervisor was gone. A wall separates my desk from hers. I had just got off the phone with a wonderful customer and I hissed something along the lines of ‘aaagh! get off my phone, idiot!’. I did not know that another supervisor had decided to sit at her desk that day. Said supervisor came around the wall to cubeville and told me that he’d been having a really good day til about 30 seconds ago and pointed out that my bad mood could ruin my coworkers’ moods and that it would be at least 30 minutes before he was happy again. He said it in what I’m sure he thought was a friendly way but really? I’d have much rather he called me over to his desk and shoved bamboo shoots under my fingernails while privately telling me to shut the fuck up.

After he left, all of my podmates were agog (because honestly? we all have that attitude and say those things and I’m really happy he just heard me say ‘idiot’ instead of ‘flaming twatwad’) and said they loved my bad attitude and that it made them laugh. Some people started whispering ‘idiot’ to their phones after calls.

Sweety said this was proof that my bad attitude does affect others and that the supervisor was right. I say I’m not bringing anyone else down – we are all already down. We are commiserating. I’m just really hoping that this doesn’t get back to my supervisor and result in a write-up. They’ve been write-up happy and I haven’t gotten one yet. I’m about due.

The boys and I went to Sea World today. We got there and found out that our passes weren’t valid. Back in the summer, Sweety’s debit card number was stolen and replaced and we forgot to let Sea World know for their automatic billing so they were canceled. We fell back to plan B and went to Downtown Disney to watch a movie and eat lunch. (I had a gift card! Yay!) This was in the entryway to the men’s restroom at the restaurant…

Does this look like a giant sparkly penis or what?

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Sweety has mentioned that I’m an extremist. I’m either off or on. Going at whatever 100 mph or hiding under the covers. You could call the terror alert level here at orange as of late.

Things previously posted about have come to fruition. How am I dealing with it? Well, for a few weeks, I just didn’t do it. Then I realized that no matter what I say, I really can’t afford to get canned. Not being one to halfway do shit – I’m doing my best to just do it.

Thank you, Xanax. Without you, I am nothing. (Really. Nothing. Because those things make me want to eat. I ran out of food at work the other day and ate a pencil sharpener and a pad of post-it notes. True story.) I only eat them on workdays and Sweety hates it. But they keep me from crying at work. It freaks him out when I come home and am emotionless. He prefers cunty-goodness-Anna to blahed-the-fuck-out-Anna. He’s crazy.

To divert us from me becoming a pillhead at work (Oh! A friend at work got fired/quit on Friday! My workday has gotten even shittier. I did not know that was even possible!) or biting family members’ heads off in my spare time – here is some doggy goodness.

This is Stinky Dog loving some dog ice cream. I didn’t know she’d eat something cold but since she enjoys it, I’m going to start freezing some broth for her. Notice the hint of tongue? I am a huge fan of peeks of dog tongue. It’s like it’s something that you aren’t supposed to see.

And here is Tiny Dog being a little asshole. She wasn’t too fond of the ice cream but she didn’t eat it until Stinky finished hers and came sniffing around. Then she just gobbled it down. No licking. I bet that bitch got one hell of a brain freeze.

This is her little snaggletooth. Sweety says we should put a brace on it to straighten it out but I think it adds character.

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This weekend I resorted to paying the boys to do housecleaning that I didn’t want to deal with. It was that or get a maid and this way was cheaper and I know where they live so it makes it easy for things to be redone if need be. The place is dusted (how I hate dusting!) and cleaned.

Sweety & the boys put in a little garden and Sweety painted for me! We’ve got a couple of walls in Cherry Tart and some in Navajo White. I’d originally picked out Frosted Pomegranate but it wasn’t what we were looking for when we tested it out. Sweety was kind enough to take the painting we have that has the red I wanted to the store with him to match it for the second try. I will show it to you when we’re all done and decorated.

BB had a baseball game Monday night. The boys were supposed to go home with their mother but she sent LB over about an hour into it to ask Sweety if they could go home with us. She needed to go home right away and let her husband into the house because he’d locked himself out. Puh-leez. What a crock of shit. You wouldn’t believe how many car repairs and other “emergencies” come up with her during baseball season. (Each vehicle they have has had at least one broken axle and all sorts of tire and brake issues. I just don’t buy it because it just seems very odd that these things only crop up on weekends that the boys are at her house & there’s a game.)

You want to leave the game early, just say it. Don’t make up some bullshit excuse. We know it was crap because she didn’t want to take LB home with her. Other times when she’s left early, he goes with her (since it is her night and she misses him so much) but not Monday. The icing on the cake was that she didn’t even go to the dugout and tell BB that she was leaving. We heard him hollering at LB later, “Hey! Where’s mom?” Stupid bint.

I kind of flipped out at work yesterday. My first call ended up being 30 minutes of misery and I started to cry about 25 minutes into it. I made a beeline for the bathroom after I hung up and ran smack into my bosses boss. He wanted to know if I was okay. I looked up (Well, down. He’s a shorty. But I had to raise my head.) at him with snot streaming and leaky eyes and said, “sure!”. So he asked again and I gave the same reply. But really. Of course fucking not. Dude, it’s 9:30 in the morning and I’m ugly crying at work. How the hell can I be okay? It took a good 15 minutes to calm down in the bathroom.

When I got home last night, Sweety thought I’d either been eating Xanax all day (No, not even one. I’d left the little bits of sweetness at home because I hadn’t forseen a total meltdown at work.) or had been drinking because I seemed so out of it. Nope. That was just me totally defeated.

I hopped in the pool today and got some sun on my ghostly ass. My reason for wanting a tan? It doesn’t show as bad when I go without shaving my legs. When I’m all pale you can really notice that it needs to be done. Also got my eyebrows threaded and ate Korean food for lunch. Tomorrow I will take over the world!

Do you ever volunteer for something and then wonder why you did that? The school just called and needs people to work at the book fair next week. Instead of just agreeing to the 2 hours that I could have, I said I’d stay til it closed when she mentioned they were short on people. At least it’s inside and with books. My two favorite things.

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Once upon a time, there was a Girl. She worked in the Second Circle of Hell. She came in every day and picked up her pitchfork and did what needed to be done. She didn’t talk to many people because she had a job to do and wasn’t a very good multi-tasker.

So if you became your friend, she watched your back and totally despised anyone that wished ill will upon you.

One day, Crackhead came up to Girl and wanted to gossip about Girl’s friend. Crackhead didn’t know that Girl had a Friend because she was so quiet. Girl put Crackhead in her place and Crackhead moseyed on back to her corner of the circle.

But Crackhead continued to do shitty things to Friend for no reason. Lies are not nice.

And one day? One shiny day? Crackhead got called on it and got written up by Higher Ups.

This made Girl smile with her sharp little teeth.

Today was the best. day. ever.

The End.

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